Mechanical Hearts (Foxy x Bonnie)

Out of Order

  There is a feeling of dry hot air blowing on my face as I sit up. It isn't unusual for me to find myself lying on the floor when waking up, but something is wrong. My cove is missing the back door for my room, and there is something familiar about the low whistle of the air ducts. There aren't any lights on when I look out at the dining area, and the room looks a lot more smaller and run down. Did they ship me back to the location we were originally from?

    I start to panic, worrying if Afton sent me here to be permanently separated from the rest of the group. I try to remember every threat he made to me, and eventually calm down when I realize that he left me alive because no one would believe anything I said. That has to mean that I will return back to them at some point, right? I have to hold on to that hope, because I will lose my mind if I never get to see Bonnie again.

   They must have not had the parts necessary to fix me there since I'm such an outdated model. This place most likely would since it's where we are from. I try to stand up, but the servos in my legs aren't working. They were probably damaged from being soaked in my own hydraulic fluid. The lines that were cut behind my knees have been roughly patched up, along with the one in my chest, but I feel like I'm still low on fluid. I call out for help, but my voice is only met by silence. 

  It's been several weeks I think, or at least it feels that long. I have no concept of time here.  My mental state seems to be getting worse from both the guilt of my past mistakes and the isolation. I sing to myself and recite my lines to pass the time, but doing so only reminds me of the possibility that I may never be allowed to perform  again. So now I just pick at the cuts in my skin.

 Memories that don't belong to me keep appearing in my dreams. Whenever I feel depressed, my mind seems to bring up a happy one to cheer me up. I wish this was not the case because it leaves me more sad than ever when I wake up to reality. Sleeping is the only way to make the days feel shorter, but I'm afraid of what I will see when I close my eyes.

  Eventually the repair job is finished, but as William promised, my leg is still not fully functional. Supposedly they bought the wrong part for it, but I know that he is involved with it somehow. They also didn't replace my damaged suit for some reason, but I can just switch to my other one when I get back to the new place. It should have been cleaned by now. The next time I wake up, I see that I'm back in my small bedroom. I excitedly throw the covers off, and limp outside to look around for my friends. I search through half the building before finally running into Freddy. Although, he doesn't seem too thrilled to see me again.

  "Long time no see Captain! You have no idea how much I've missed seeing ye ugly mug."  I say while beaming at him.

  "Foxy? What are you doing here? I thought they got rid of you." He states bluntly while looking slightly perplexed at my sudden appearance.

  "Well Blimey Fred, don't get too over sentimental on me." I say jokingly, trying to hide my hurt.

 "Mr. Afton told us what happened. You should be grateful that he didn't have you decommissioned after everything you've done. You are nothing but a liability to us."

  "Freddy please, you have to listen to me-"

  "No, I am not going to hear it! You have jeopardized all of our futures, and you still have the nerve to act like you've done nothing wrong!"

   He pokes me hard in the chest as he says this, and I lose my balance, falling against the wall as I drop to the ground. He glares down at me before leaving the room, not bothering to step over me as he walks on my broken leg. I'm left stunned, wondering how this could be the same person I've been friends with all this time. Were we ever even friends? I don't know anything anymore.