Again, this website sucks ass, read this on Ao3. Here is as much of the link as this website will let me post: archive of our own works/45676810/chapters/114945004
I'd love to give the full link, but... again, this site is literal f#cking cancer.
[Chica]
"That [bully]! He left us!" Chica yelled, censored by her programming, "No, not bully, B-word for someone born out of wedlock!"
"Chica, calm down." Freddy spoke, "Look, there's an oil trail. We can follow it."
"Y-yeah, fine… Good to hear his truck's leaking, serves him right." Chica groaned, only to look back at where the trail started, "...aaaand the trail's coming from where Foxy's hook is, great."
"S-so the guard's trying to find Foxy…" Bonnie spoke, "Maybe he doesn't completely hate us after all."
"I…" Chica was about to voice her doubts on that, noting the guard's desperation to keep their job… But then she remembered how hard Bonnie has been taking this whole situation, "...Yeah, maybe. It's still frustrating that he just… left us behind like that."
"I… I can't blame him, he's probably still scared of us," Bonnie noted, "After… everything."
Part of Chica wanted to rebuke that by saying he was just being petty, but considering how he acted when they last spoke… she couldn't disagree. She still vividly remembers the tension of that scene, and how the guard needed to hold a chair as a weapon just to feel somewhat safe.
"Lets… Let's just go." Chica sighed, the three of them starting to follow the trail.
And so they did, going at a brisk power walk to avoid unnecessary damage… With more than enough silence to think.
"So… Freddy," Chica spoke, "now that… management doesn't have to spend so much replacing the guard so much, the pizzaria will start doing better. Won't it?"
As Bonnie flinched, despite Chica's best efforts to dance around the… mistakes, Freddy spoke. "Assuming it doesn't go bankrupt from replacing this one, probably."
"Ah, that's good… Who knows, maybe Foxy will even get to start performing again."
"If he survives," Bonnie sniffled.
"He'll survive," Freddy spoke, "If I know Foxy, and I should after so many years, he's the type to survive anything."
"Heh, yeah, they could try to decommission him and the big lug would probably just escape." Chica laughed.
"It's still sad that they might try." Bonnie noted.
Chica grimaced at that, "...True, but they haven't so far. Maybe management is attached to the big lug?"
"Maybe…"
"...Hm," Freddy started, "Perhaps we should reminisce on more positive memories to lighten the mood, such as when- shortly after our first activation- Foxy tried to eat some pizza, only to find we don't have digestion systems."
"H-heh, yeah, that was funny. He was so mad about it, too." Bonnie chuckled, "...Hey, remember that one time where a kid dropped their drink, and Foxy stopped mid-show to make sure they got a new one?"
"Oh yeah, that was a classic." Chica laughed, "How about when your favorite guitar broke and he kept pestering the staff until they fixed it. Poor guys were annoyed enough to give him a manual so we could fix our instruments ourselves."
Bonnie smiled a bit, before a frown crept up again. Then a sniffle and some tears, "I… I really hope we can find him."
"We all do…" Freddy spoke.
"Yeah, I-" Chica started, only to notice something headed their way. "…Is that the guard's truck?"
[Ethan]
Ethan, having been alerted to the fox's trouble by his yelling, burst through the door, chair in his grasp.
"Hey!" he screamed at the shadowy figure beside Foxy, "Hands off the bot!"
"No lad! It's a trap!" The fox shouted, only for the figure to laugh.
"It's showtime!" the figure laughed, donning a mask and running off… All while Foxy had a violent reaction to said phrase.
CLANG!* *BURST!*
The fox burst from their restraints, their one eye now glowing purple rather than yellow.
"OH SH#T," Ethan scrambled back out the door, running along the building's exterior before rounding a corner… and stopping as they remembered that they brought a weapon.
So, naturally, when the fox rounded the corner themself…
CRACK!*
It was a comical sight, really. The fox's head hit the chair, their legs went up in the air for a bit, and their whole body hit the ground with a *CRASH!*
Between that and the sheer catharsis of doing this to the most annoying of the four animatronics to defend against, Ethan laughed…
…Only to nearly jump as the fox twitched and started moving to get back up, resulting in a kick to said fox's head.
From there, the fox stopped moving completely… and Ethan honestly found himself at a loss of what to do.
The jerk who did this ran off, so he's not finding them. He still needed to bring the fox back to keep his job, so leaving wasn't an option. But the others might not like the sight of him standing by their unconscious friend, chair in hand, so even standing guard put him at risk.
…Then, upon further thought, he decided he'd write down the address of this place before carrying F- the fox to the back of dad's truck before starting to drive back to the pizzeria. Knowing he'd probably meet the others on the way there, and hoping he could bring them up to speed without getting his face ripped off.
Seeing the three on the road, he was proven right on the first half… and hoped his fears would be proven wrong on the second. Worried about their reaction to Foxy's sorry state, whether they'd believe him about the freakout the fox had earlier, and even if they'd be upset about the b#sterd truly responsible for this getting away.
Said fears would've been bad enough if he considered them friends, but he currently considered them walking metal deathtraps that were a few missteps from cramming him in a suit. Endo-glitch be damned.
So, in the end, he didn't stop for them. Simply passing by again, much to their visual dismay. Or anger in the chicken's case, they started chasing after him. Not fast enough to catch up, but definitely furious enough to be a problem later.
Naturally, as he turned the corner, he came up with the half-baked plan to drag Foxy out the truck and either drive away or lock himself in the office depending on if he had the time to escape. Not the greatest plan, but better than stopping to talk to them in the middle of the street.
So, when he reached the parking lot and- as you can guess- parked the truck, he got out to go and drag Foxy out. Pulling down the… door-flap thing on the back of the he couldn't name truck and climbing onto the back.
Unfortunatly, the fox seemed to activate right then and there… Naturally, Ethan stomped their face and scrambled off the truck, hitting the ground before fleeing inside… With the kind of fear that makes noticing details difficult.
A shame really, considering Foxy's eyes were yellow this time.
[Foxy]
The first thing Foxy experienced after finally rebooting was a kick to the face, followed by a thud to his left, some rushed footsteps, and the opening of the pizzaria's front doors.
Naturally, this confused, disoriented, and quite frankly frustrated Foxy. But, once the memories of his hijacking and subsequent chair to the face flooded back to him, as well as everything else that night, he quickly ended up feeling a mix of concern and relief. Especially as he got up to see his surroundings.
He was in a truck, not the masked kidnapper's van. He was at the pizzaria, at his home. And best of all, his good friend and family member Chica was making their way down the street and toward the pizzaria.
…Pretty quickly, he might add. And angrily, he might add.
Putting 2 and 2 together, he realized she was angry at someone. The nightguard, judging by the opened doors and, well, everything that could be judged by here.
"Lass! Wait!" He called as Chica as she passed the truck, catching her by surprise.
"Wha- Foxy!? Foxy!" Chica's expression went from anger, to surprise, to joy in a mere two seconds. It was honestly funny to see, but Foxy still needed to talk to her.
"Lass! The endo we've been chasing, he's-
"Foxy, they're-" Chica tried to interrupt.
"He's no' an endoskeleton!" Foxy interupted back, "I don' think any'a them were, lass! Our eyes be glitchin'!"
"You-" Chica looked stunned, only to start laughing, "You figured it out, I don't know how, but you did."
"Wha'- wha' are ye talking about?"
"It's- well, I know the guard's a human. Me and the others figured it out when they hit our head with a chair, forced us to reboot."
"You- He hit you with-" Foxy tried to speak, unable to decide wether to laugh or be concerned… Then something clicked… "...Tha' would explain why I can control meself."
"What? Control yourself? Foxy, what do you…"
"It's a long story, the scoundrel who ran me over messed wit' me programming. But the nightguard through there knocked it out a me." Foxy laughed, "...Although, he seemed spooked when I got back up, I don't think he knows he fixed me. Might be scared out of his noggin'."
"Well- Well he should be! He drove off without us to go find you and then drove straight by us without talking once he found you!"
"Unless he knows you know he's human, I cannae say I blame the lad."
"He does!" Chica firmly put… only for something to tug at her feelings. Foxy couldn't tell what, but it was something. He knew her well enough to know that.
"Is he still scared of ye?"
"Y… yeah."
"Well that's yer problem right there," Foxy put his hand on Chica's shoulder, "I know he shouldn't be, yer a wonderful lass, but they still are. And after… all this, I cannae say I blame them."
And so, Foxy knew what had to happen. They'd have to find some way to reconcile with the guard, this grand adventure wouldn't be right if they didn't… Hell, even if there was no adventure here, it still wouldn't be right.
And with the others, Freddy and Bonnie, making their way down the street in sight, Foxy was determined to get the band back together; determined to make things right.