Foxy poked his head out of the curtains and rubbed his eyes. Everything was just the way it was, to his dismay. No messes, no lost hoodies, no games laying on the floor. It was utterly depressing how there were no shoes left outside the ball pit.
"Now making his first appearance of the night, FOXY! That 1980's hit, back again! He's not getting any older, is he, folks?" He muttered in a drab, sarcastic tone.
"Nothing to do, nothing to say, just Foxy, alone, wasting away... I haven't lost my touch for rhyming yet."
Foxy would constantly talk to himself, since there was no one else around. When he didn't feel like talking, he sat in the corner, waiting for the old Freddy to say something to him.
Talk to the new girl... No. I won't do it, no matter how much you bug me. She's pretty and you like her... And besides, she doesn't know. Well... I guess if she doesn't know... I could just watch her do her flips and stuff. Atta boy, Foxy! Go get her. That's not what this is!
He creeped out of his pit of stagnant loneliness and watched, awestruck, as the radient girl performed trick after trick. Even from down the hall, he could see her bright, wonderful, green eyes, clear as day.
And that's when Foxy realized that she was staring at him. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Your bad, man. Can't blame this on me. I know! Shut up. Fine...
Frozen and panicking, he stared right back at Bonnie, admiring her eyes and her skill in gymnastics. I'm so stupid- Ly in love with her! Shut it, Freddy. Hee hee!
"Who are you?" Her voice was like 1,000 butterflies racing to Foxy's ears to give them soft little kisses. I cannot believe how crazy you are for this chick! You even got poetic for her! I hate you more than I would hate a child murderer right now.
And then he walked away, silent and terrified... But happy.