Survive the Night: A Foxy X Story

The bet

A/N
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•Marionette's P.O.V.•

The music box was tinkling away, a tune that I hadn't heard in so long. That girl was a lifesaver for sure. I mean, I haven't been this happy since the other pizzeria.

I glanced at the toys. They all looked so sad to be that broken, I promise I'll fix you too. But right now, I had to finish fixing you.

The needle was thin enough to not need a big knot at the end of the string. That was good, because I hated big knots. They were too hard for me to tie. When I finished I snipped off the string, and held my new masterpiece in front of me. Its head flopped to the side slightly, just enough to look at me.

"Spring...trap..." A quiet voice echoes from it.

"No." I hummed. "Not any more."

"Plush...trap...?"

"I like that name." I smiled, hugging the bunny to my chest. "Plushtrap it is."

•Minni's P.O.V.•

I threw open the doors, glad to see the lights were working back here. I scanned around the room and quickly spotted something on the floor, in front of the golden Bonnie suit. It was a girl, maybe eight or nine by the looks of her. She was wearing a black dress, with a Victorian collar and puffed sleeves. Running out of those puffed pieces of fabric on her shoulders were black and white stripes that flared out around her hands, and she was wearing tights with the same pattern. A large white button kept the collar closed, and there was one on each of her shoes as well. Her black hair was tied up in tiny pigtails, with little cherry ties (I don't know what they are the ones with the plastic balls), and a mask that was pulled up to reveal her face. She was pale, like porcelain. Little purple triangles jutted out from under her red eyes, and she seemed to have a constant blush. To say the least, it was creepy, yet adorable at the same time.

"What's all the ruckus?"

I looked to see Gold pushing past us, only to stand next to me. He gave me a small glare before he spotted the girl, his eyes widening at her. No, not at her. What was in her hands.

"B-Bonnie..."

"Hello...Fredbear..."

The girl held up a plush rabbit, the same size of the Marionette doll. It took me longer than it should have to figure out that she was the doll, but Gold didn't seem to care. He was holding the rabbit, ghostly tears running down his cheeks.

"You're alive after all these years..." He smiled, holding the rabbit to him.

"Plush...trap..." The rabbit sighed. "New...name...Gold..."

I looked at the golden Bonnie suit. Most of the fur from its legs were missing, presumably from where the Marionette had taken it to make the doll. I looked at her, who seemed to be smiling proudly.

"You're the Marionette?"

"Thank you for finding my music box Minni." She grinned. "You can call me Marion."

"That be a fine name lass." Foxy smiled.

"You...brought Bonnie back, right?" I heard Chica ask.

"Yes."

"Can you help me maybe..."

"I already started." Marion smiled, gesturing to a partially put together toy Chica. "I need more wiring though."

"I'll have some tomorrow morning." I laughed. "May's bringing in some to fix Foxy. She always buys in bulk, so we'll have plenty."

"Wonderful." Marion hummed.

"Should we go back out into the party room?" Bonnie asked "It's getting crowded."

Before anyone could answer, something fluffy ran between our legs. We watched idly as Plushtrap escaped down the hall, a translucent Gold chasing after him, laughing his head off.

"Quick! Help me catch him!"

"Ye heard the bear!" Foxy boomed. "After the rabbit!"

Everyone began sprinting around the building, trying to catch that damn golden rabbit. He clearly knew what was going on, because Plushtrap made sure to never stay in one place. Bonnie almost had him at one point, and I watched from the other side of the room as he crashed into the kitchen doors headfirst. I finally ended it by stepping out from behind a wall, stopping him dead in his tracks. I picked up the rabbit and held it like a child would a stuffed bear, clutching it against their chest. He didn't seem to mind much.

"I caught the bunny!" I giggled, listening to the animal in my arms.

"You're...a little old to be playing with us." He looked at me.

"I'm the night guard." I smiled, gently stroking his ear as I walked back into the party room. "I'm here to watch you guys and make sure nothing bad happens."

"Oh...that makes more sense. Do you...like it here?"

"I do, actually." I smiled, watching as Bonnie carried in a tired Chica on his back. She must have been in the kitchen where he crashed. Foxy came strolling out of the bathrooms, with Freddy behind him. Gold came and took Plushtrap out of my arms, though I didn't see Marion return. Maybe she stayed and started trying to put the toys back together.

The six a.m. bell rang, signaling the end of my shift. I wouldn't be leaving until after May dropped off the parts though, I wanted to stay and made sure they were on the desk where Mike could get to them. I might just have to drop in later as well to see how things go. I really do want to see Foxy, especially after he's initially fixed. He'll be so happy...

As everyone took their positions again, I saw Gold carrying the rabbit back to parts/service, and Foxy walking towards me.

"Lass, can I have a word with ye? In private?"

•Foxy's P.O.V.•

I got so caught up in trying to find the rabbit that I lost track of where Minni went. Last I saw she was laughing at Bonnie for tripping over his own feet again. I was near the bathrooms, so I decided I'd poke my head in and see what I looked like now.

The mirror in the boys bathroom was no worse for wear, and neither was I, in fact. Little bit of stubble on my jaw, gold eyes, scraggly red hair. I mussed it up, loving the feeling, it was good to be human again. Even the hook was just a fake one, I had both my hands.

Just as I turned away, I saw someone else in the bathroom with me. They kicked the door shut, locking it behind them. I relaxed when I saw it was Freddy, but he looked mad almost.

"Oi, Freddy, what's wrong?" I asked innocently. He shot me a glare before lunging at me, his arm pressed against my throat and pinning me to the wall.

"You. You're what's wrong. You're a danger to that girl." He growled.

"I be getting fixed at the break o' dawn." I glared back. "I be fine then."

"Even so, do you really think she's going to care for you after your actions tonight?"

I felt my heart stutter slightly. "You know how I feel about the lass...?"

"It's pathetically fucking obvious." Freddy sneered. "She'd be better off with someone else and you know it."

"Aye, and that someone else be you, I suppose?" I said, watching his glare falter for a second. So that's what this is about. "Jealousy ain't going to get in me way, Freddy."

"Fine." He dropped me. "How about a wager then?"

"Why should I be betting with the likes of you?" I rubbed my throat as I spoke.

"First one to kiss her, gets to keep her." He smirked.

"Done." I made my way towards the door, and he caught my shoulder.

"Uh-uh. Not so fast." He growled. "She has to start it. Or else it wouldn't be fair."

I paused for a second, unlocking the door. "I already said it. Done."