Helping the Fox 4

“So Foxy, why are you down here with me?” You flipped the cam to make sure your sister was ok down with the three others that just the other day wanted to kill you and stuff you into a suit but for some reason they chose to let live for the time being, you were not sure if it was because your sister was making them happy or something else. He lifts his head and lowers it again, as if trying to work out what he wants to say. You sigh and lean back in your spinney chair and wait for him to speak.

“Did she really adore me?” Foxy’s voice was just barely a whisper but due to how quite the room was, but none the less you heard his voice. You get off your chair and sit on the floor in front of him and look him in the glowing gold eyes.

“Yes, she made a plush of you that she used to carry all over the place, or that’s what mom said. I never got to see her do those but I know when she got really sick she cringed to the plush so much that when dad took it to wash she about died.” You chuckle at the memory of your sister trying to kick down a door while panting from a high fever, Foxy looked shocked and horrified at you chucking at the idea of her dying. You patted leg and lean back. “Don’t look so shocked, it was funny watching her kick down a door to the sake for her plush. But she really did care for you and she made a model and a slightly working robot model that walked around and sang your song.” Foxy starts to heat up as you talk about the models. You grinned and watch him burn up, it was rather funny to see the messed up ignored fox that thought that no one cared about him and that he was forgotten. You noticed that your sister was finishing up on Bonnie and was looking around for Foxy; she saw the cam light on and poked Chica who led your sister to the back where you and Foxy sat on the floor. You show him the cam and he stands up, dusting his pants and acting like he has sweaty hands, but you knew better and you sat back in your chair. She strides in with the bags in her hands. Foxy stands tall and bows suddenly.

“Me Lady, thank-you for carin’ about me. I be Foxy t’ Pirate” Your sister’s face lights up like nothing you have ever seen before on her. She reaches out her hand, her jaw almost on the floor as she stammers.

“Hello Foxy, I’m Celty.” She blushes and her legs start to shake as he shakes her hand his eye patch flipping up so show her both of his eyes. She sinks to the floor, filled with so much happiness of seeing her beloved Foxy acting like himself again. It made her giddy and so happy that you could almost feel the happiness wafting off her and drowning you. You glance down at your phone blinking at your friend’s text. You glance up at Foxy and back at your phone, it was a photo of the old Foxy from ’87 and another that was white and looked like a mess of wires and stuff. You open the text to read the text that went with it, you dropped your phone and stand up.

“Sis, this is not the Foxy you grew up with, you had Mangle!” You flash your phone at your sister, showing her the photo of Mangle. She takes the phone and starts to shake.

“Why Foxy?” Foxy lowers his ears and reaches out.

“I was goin' to Celty, I was thar but Mangle was me sister 'n struggled. 'n HE was thar too, he controlled all 'o us.” He looked up at your sister and wraps his arms around her; his hook was pointed out so he would not hurt her. She clings to him; tears rolling down her cheeks as she cries. You look away again not really caring what your sister was up too, you cared a lot of her but at the same time you really didn’t care that this was not the Foxy she loved, but the newer one that was remade from the first and Mangle. Now that worried you, who was the ‘HE’ was, clearly there was a reason the old place was closed. Sure there was the bite but there had to be something else that would of made the ‘old’ ones be scrapped and that was going to bother you until you found out what was the reason for everything and why Foxy was out of order. You sit there reading over everything about the old place and you blink when you read that there was a dinner that the four around you are from. You pull up goggle and try and find where the old place to be and try and work out if you could get there on your days off, but a thought of when you would get off again worried you, sure you had tonight to relax but what would happen if your sister was no longer there. It seemed like she is being protected and that was letting you live for the time being and that slightly worried you.  Everything that has happened within the past few days, you hardly knew what was worth believing. You lean back and stare at the poster, over thinking how it could be better, strangely you wanted to poke the Freddy nose to see if it does anything but you push the thought away and kick the crappy fan that can’t seem to give you a good breeze and that sucked big time for how little the office was, but the last few nights it gave you something to help keep cool.