Fronnie: Passion and Flame

Chapter 7: Foxy and Mangle

Foxy sat on his bed, he was holding his prized possession, his katana from his training in Japan. He had studied abroad in the ways of sword fighting, he is a dangerous individual who was taught balance and defense.

" Hey Foxy-- Wow still have that dusty sword from Japan huh?" Mangle said as she opened the door quickly.

" It's a katana, Mangle." Foxy said as he re-sheathed his katana and carefully placed it on the shelve where it sat next to other mementos from Japan. Each shelf was like this but from different places all across the globe. "What do you want Mangle?" Foxy said without his pirate-like accent.

" Whoa losing the accent?! That's crazy!" Mangle said with sarcasm dripping from her tone.

" Shut up, what do you want?" Foxy said with annoyance.

" Your buddy, Bonnie, wants us to stalk Fred, and basically dig up the dirt." Mangle said as she stretched her arms upward. It was late at night and so most people would be sleeping. Mangle exited the room as Foxy sat on his bed, they would begin their operation early the next day, 5 am. As Foxy sat alone on his bed, he wondered what Bonnie's fixation on Fred was. He was almost obsessed with him, maybe love.

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Foxy awoke to Mangle bursting into the room in her dark black haunter costume. "Morning assclown" she hissed. "Time to begin the stalking session" Mangle was clearly tired and didn't really want to be here but Foxy couldn't do it without his partner in crime. Brother and Sister duo, silent and deadly.

Foxy sat on his bed patiently as he polished his katana. He stood up and made his way across the room to his annoyed twin sister. "Let's go" They opened the door to Foxy's room and carefully closed it without making a sound. Like a shadow in the night, the two crept through the hallway. Mangle crawling on the ceiling and Foxy pressed against the wall. Fred's door opened slowly as a familiar head poked out. Wearing the mask, still caked in his dried blood, he walked toward the stairwell that led to the lower levels.

Mangle and Foxy waited a few moments then quickly and quietly chased after, they needed to put some distance between them so that Fred wouldn't spot them. After carefully waiting for a reasonable amount of time, exactly 36 seconds, Foxy and Mangle crept to the door and cautiously opened the door. From down below they heard a click of the large doors. Foxy silently jumped from the stairwell and mangle slide down the railing. Once they got closer to the bottom, Mangle caught Foxy and set him down like a feather.

Down the street, Fred trudged on with a heavy sigh as he made his way to his least favorite place.

The Cemetery...

Fred felt the stream from his eyes roll down his face. It was like blades cutting down his rosy cheek. The mask hid his pain but his body expressed another. After many blocks and many tears, Fred arrived to the cemetery. Unknowingly, a duo of trouble wasn't too far behind.

Hanging from Fred's shoulder was a black bag that wasn't too big nor too small, just right to carry anything he needed. Foxy watched with extreme interest as Fred walked through the graveyard. Mangle turned to Foxy with great confusion as their distance from Fred was slowly closing.

After searching the graves, one by one, Fred found the one he had been searching for. A lone grave stone that no longer had living flowers, it no longer was well kept, it no longer was loved. Fred carefully opened his black bag, he pulled out a bouquet of Purple Hyacinths. He carefully laid them on the gravestone that had the cursed most evil name anyone could speak. C.C. Afton. Truth being told, C.C. was a normal name that had no issue, however his last name was the problem. The Afton family had been terrorizing the Fazbear franchise ever since that fateful day.

"I'm so sorry C.C., you were too young to die the way you did.. I hope you found peace.." Freddy felt a few drizzling drops of scattered rain. He inhaled and exhaled calmly.

Foxy and Mangle looked at each other before darting back toward the living complex. Bonnie sat in his room, thinking of the ocean eyes, where had he seen them before? Suddenly, the twins opened the door, their eyes wide and semi terrified. His hair was poorly dyed blonde, it was a wreck and monstrous. 

"Bonnie, we saw Fred--" Foxy began before Mangle cut him off.

"HES ASSOCIATED WITH THE AFTONS!!!! WE SAW HIM LEAVING FLOWERS AT C.C.'S GRAVE!!!" Mangle shouted for all to hear. Luckily, only Bonnie and Foxy were awake and could hear her crazy shouting. Bonnie walked over to his window where he saw cars pass and stray animals roam.

"Thank you Foxy, Thank you Mangle. You can rest now. I'll handle it." Bonnie spoke short and fast as if he wanted them to leave immediately. Foxy got the hint and dragged his sister out of the room. Bonnie was quite unsure now. Bonnie was attracted to Fred and was very confused why. He wouldn't let Spring know of Fred's connection to the Afton's just yet. Just yet. Bonnie closed the blinds of his room and laid on his bed, he thought of the bet he and Fred had made until his eyes became too heavy to keep open. He slept the entire night only waking up once. 

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Miles away, Fred sat at the grave. Once he knew that no one was around he walked deeper into the graveyard to visit the people he used to love the most, his parents. He sat in front of their two gravestones as he remembered all the good times they had together. Baking brownies with his mom, Learning to sing from his dad, family game night with Goldie's big temper. More tears ran from Freddy's eyes as they landed on the graves.

Beautiful flowers now grew near his parents, daffodils, bleeding hearts and possible rose buds. As more tears fell, all Freddy could feel was numb. 

Then came the rain..

The rain was gentle but cold, the sky was ashy and soft. The moon was safely tucked behind the clouds, afraid of the night sky. 

Goldie was also on his way to see their parents grave for you see, today was the anniversary of the accident. Not the bite, a different accident that may have left permanent damage. 'It was too painful to recall' Goldie told himself as he carried his black umbrella. Each step through the softened mud made a satisfying squish noise until he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks. There was Freddy, sitting painfully in the cold, his mask covered in presumably fake blood (it's not). Goldie went to his brother's side and placed his warm hand on Freddy's shoulder.

"Freddy, " Goldie said warmly, "come on. Let's go home." Freddy turned to see his older brother, Goldie, holding a black umbrella. His eyes were puffy and red from crying, so were Gold's. He stretched out his hand for Freddy to take hold. Freddy rubbed the tears out of his eyes. He hugged his brother tightly, he had lost too much to lose Gold too. Goldie returned the hug with no hesitation, but he couldn't help but stare at the familiar Black haired male that sat on the stone wall a little ways away. Goldie's grip on Freddy tightened as they walked away from the Cemetery.

Pain melted away as long as they had each other, but soon the pain would be in full force... Freddy would have to suffer once again...It would never end for him...