Foxy POV
Everything was blurred. It always was...
I never knew where was my place in here, or what was my role. The children weren't always satisfied by my show. The would try to break me when I wouldn't pay attention to them.
I never seen myself as part of this family. I already have one, but they don't know that.
G.FreddyPOV
I always felt weird around Foxy he reminds me of my children.
They disapeard. Or that's what I thought.
Right now I'm in the kitchen with marinette, she's my girlfriend.
Freddy POV
Foxy went into the basement again, it's like he is searching for something. He knows that he isn't allowed to go down there, but he STILL DOES! It's getting annoying.
Toy Chica:Where is Foxy?
Freddy: He's in the Parts & Service for going in the basement, again...
Toy Chica: But what even is down there?
Freddy: I don't know, but G.Freddy told us to not go there.
Toy Chica: Can't we convice him to let us go? This way we might find out why Foxy is going down there.
Freddy: I guess we could try... But till then we still can't go, ok?
Toy Chica: Fine... Imma go see Foxy.
Toy Chica POV
I don't really understand why we can't go in there, but there might be something unusual there.
When I got to Parts & Service I heard a scream, so I entered panicked, only to see him half covered by his blanket.
Toy Chica: What happened? I heard someone scream.
Foxy looked at me like he didn't know what happened.
Foxy: I don't know, I was only trying to think of a game to play since I spend a lot of time here.
Toy Chica: Ok, but how did you get your blanket?
Foxy: I took it before they threw me here again.
I don't understand why they hate him so much, his just like a small baby fox. Yet he suffers a lot.
