Broken

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"Fucking- ow" Gregory grumbles from the pile of broken cardboard and animatronic parts. He slowly lifts himself up from the debris and checks over his body, it may be dark but the only thing bleeding is his hand luckily. As he still feels the plastic piece, there is a shuffling in the corner of the room. The kid quickly grabs his flashlight and points it at the sound.

"Who... goes there? Speak or walk the plank you bilge-rat." A husky voice echoes throughout the room, Gregory can almost feel a chill shiver up his spine. Without saying a word, the child lifts his body up all the way; wobbly legs and all. As he starts to back away from the corner, he steps on a metal piece and it makes a huge crack.

"I can hear ye y'know, show yourself! I am not afraid to stick me hook in ya!" The voice continues. Gregory stands there in utter shock, terrible grammar, pirate terms, being threatened with a hook... Foxy. The animatronic Fox he was warned about a few days prior, he's not surprised at the coincidence at all. This kind of thing always happens, just call him lucky. As he continues to back away, the tarp starts moving some more until a bush of red hair peaks above the surface, fox ears turned back. Soon, golden eyes are now seen, squinting as Gregory still has the light trained in the corner. Past the brightness of the light, the Fox's eyes widen in surprise.

"A child? What are you doing down here lad, we are far underground." The red baron asks, coming up further from the dirty old tarp. Still glued in place, Gregory points the light up towards the ceiling. Filling up the whole room with a soft light instead, hopefully, a little easy on the animatronics eyes.

"What's yer name lad?" They ask again in a softer tone, noticing the kid shaking. Gregory silently gulps and tries to straighten his posture. It doesn't look like the fox is gonna pounce anytime soon. In fact, he looks a little worse for wear. His eye patch is missing, parts of his face all scratched up, showing the endoskeleton underneath, and part of his left ear is torn to shreds. And better yet, his eyes are a golden yellow, not a sickening purple like the rest of the Glamrocks when they were infected. That means he is safe, right?

"I- I'm Gregory. I uh, came through the vents." He muttered. At that, Foxy's laugh echoes throughout the room in amusement he hopes.

"Well, I reckon that. Ye nearly strained bunny boys ears with that screech of yours." he huffs out. Wait, bunny? Please don't tell me-

"&!^^@%!%$#@" A distorted sound cuts through the Foxs' laughter. It's coming from underneath the tarp.

"You gotta be kidding me. You're both here?" Did he say that out loud? The fox looks at him in confusion. Their ears tilted to the side.

"What do you mean by that bucko?" He says as two rabbit ears pop out at full attention. Gregory jumps back at the action, expecting the monstrous animatronic to be ready to pounce. Foxy realizes this and taps on the bunny ears.

"You fish for brain, don't make any sudden moves like that. 'specially towards a scared little sailor like Gregory here." He says as he moves the tarp away from both of their dismantled bodies. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but Gregory verbally gasped as he saw the state of disrepair the two were in. The first one he notices is what's supposed to be a purple bunny, but this looks far more than that. Sure the two ears look to be in an ok shape, but the rest of its body is in complete ruin. The casing on its face is half gone, only leaving the endoskeleton with a red pinprick light as the eye while the other side is busted up and dented. Their clothes all torn up, exposing wires and twisted wires. Their left arm and left leg missing, the casing around their hands all stripped. The same can go for Foxy, but he has all of his limbs.

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