Those Fuzzy Memories

Decision

(Puppet)
Foxy's clear hesitation gave him away. He blinked a few times and sighed.
"It's Mangle. She came to me in a dream," he said at last.
"What!?" I said in shock. This was different from what I expected. I expected some kind of vision from his child, like memories. But for Mangle to contact him like this was definitely new. How did she even know about that trick? Perhaps madness had driven her to it. After all she was probably stuck in a box somewhere covered in Jeremy's blood, alone with her thoughts. I shuddered.
I knew the feeling of being alone in a box covered in blood. However my box wasn't a prison. It waz a refuge.
"What did she say?" I demanded.
"She told us to leave her," he replied.
Immediately I thought, Gold!
But as Foxy continued describing the splitting stage, Mangle fading, and the ill omen of a loss if we continued, that thought faded. This was too well organized.
"Well," Freddy spoke up. "I don't know about you but im going to continue. There's plenty of reasons that could be fake. We need to know just how desperate our old rival is, and save Mangle."
Chica nodded. "Same here. I'd risk being lost to save the resteraunt and the children from Golden Freddy."
Bonnie looked up, obviously agreeing.
Foxy sighed. "You're all fools," he said. "I'm in. I need a good adventure."
I spoke up. "I see we've come to an agreement then. Well, lets go. We should be near Mangle now."

There was no sign of Springtrap or Golden Freddy anywhere. Everything was achingly quiet. And dark. I hated it. I wanted the soft sound of my music box.
Thankfully though, if you aren't alive darkness isn't an issue. Something we can adjust to easily.
I was starting to grow wary when I heard a muffled scratching noise. No one else seemed to notice. Slowly I moved a box to reveal a long one laying horizontally.
"Guys," I said pushing more boxes off the damaged crate where the noise was coming from. "I think I found her."
Freddy and the others hurried over to see what was happening. Carefully I pulled the cracked lid. The scratching fell silent as it slowy opened, revealing a darkness not even I could see through.