Foxy was sitting in the corner.
"What's wrong?" He looked at me with his glowing golden eyes.
"I'm just worried." I sat down next to him.
"About what?" He looked up at me and didn't answer. I knew the answer.
"You don't have to worry about me Foxy, I'm fine." Foxy eye patch lifted.
"When a girl says she's fine, she's not." I looked at the curtains around us.
"Where did you learn that?" He chuckled.
"Old Chica, she was always worryin' about Old Bonnie." I sighed. It was true, my friends were like that. Before they were murdered.
"I'm sorry for worrying you." I looked down at his paw and held it, he flinched and then saw what I did and relaxed.
"What it like?" I looked at him.
"What?" He smiled.
"Being broken." I turned to Mangle, but she had fallen asleep.
"Not much fun, but then again, it's easy to crawl through small holes, like the vents." We sat there staring at each other. I looked down at his fur.
"What happened to your body?" He looked down at himself.
"It's a long story." I looked at him, his glowing eyes dimmed as if he was thinking about it.
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HorrorFirst book. Vixen bites and small girl. Freya tells all. And the killer is on the lose. What will happen to all the animatronics? And lastly what will happen to Freya? (Two fanfics in one!)
