Five Nights At Freddys - It's Me

Foxy's Point Of View

These nightmares, they never ever stopped happening. The laughter and fun, turned to screaming and blood in our eyes. I can't stop thinking about how the blood rushed to our vision, and how all I saw was red and a white smile. The others are lucky. They don't remember. They just know what I told them. It's not enough to cause nightmares. Actually, these aren't nightmares. These are pure horror scenes. The knife pounding down is on replay, and terror is the only way to describe our expressions. I wake up screaming, and someone has to convince me to close my eyes again. I don't want to blink, I'm too afraid. The day is crystal clear, although it has been over 10 years. I'm afraid to sleep. He's still here, he's still here! My thoughts drive me insane.
"Foxy?"
I look up. The voice came from Freddy.
"Freddy, I'm sorry, I just-" I stutter, spluttering the words out.
"Don't apologise," He begins walking towards me. "It's not your fault you remember these things." He sits next to me. His presence is warm and friendly.
"I just- I can't stop remembering. I can't stop!" I almost scream the words.
"You've tried everything?" He asks, taking his top hat off.
"Aye, everything."
He sighs, and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
"I miss feeling alive." I say out loud. "But this'll be an okay substitute."
The man (bear?) beside me chuckles. "Yeah, I guess so."
There was a long silence. It wasn't awkward, it was peaceful. Comfortable and reassuring.
"Do you want to tell them?" He asks.
"About us? Aye. I hate keepin' things from them." I sigh, shaking my head.
"Let's do it then. Today, you and me." He sounds excited, I can almost hear his heart race.
"Who-hoa-hoa, slow down Fazbear. When are we planning to do this, and how?" I laugh, grabbing his hand.
"I don't know, but let's go and find them!" He drags me with him. I laugh nervously and surprised. I hear a familiar sound.
Clomp. Clap. Clomp. Clap.
No. It can't be him.
I hear the sound again.
"Foxy?" Freddy looks at me, concerned.
The footsteps approach closer. He comes into sight.
I can hear my heart in my ears. It's a fast beat. A sick feeling forms in my stomach. My eyes widen.
The same smile. That same, stupid, sinister smile.
He spares us a glance, and stops in his tracks. He carries on, as if it was a figment of his imagination.
"I-I.." Freddy sounds distressed.
"Foxy, I remember."