Survive the Night: A Foxy X Story

The Mangle

"Oi, ye can't be serious!" Foxy groaned. "Fine, just because it be a dare."

While Foxy got up and walked into the parts/service room, May and Mike finally made their reappearance. May was walking with a bounce in her step and Mike was smiling from ear to ear. His hat was also off kilter.

"What's going on?" May asked, joining us as we crowded around the door.

"Foxy has to turn on Mangle." I laughed. "How was heaven?"

"He ain't a bad kisser, that's for sure." She grinned. "How was Foxy?"

"That boy." I sighed. "There are no words."

We all watched in silence as Foxy leaned down to flip her power switch back on.

•Foxy's P.O.V.•

Shit, you've got to be joking.

I stared at her as I tapped the on switch, half hoping she wouldn't respond. So of course, she began to twitch and mutter, trying to stand up and look around.

"Aye, lass. It be your old pal Foxy." I said quietly, listening to her radio static for a second before she looked at me. God, her second head was creepy.

"Foxy..." She said, her voice garbled. "Foxy..."

"You be operational?"

"You tried to kill me...you asshole..."

"Aye, shit."

I began backing up as she started laughing. The mishmash of metal and fur climbed onto the ceiling, sending me sprawling across the floor. Everyone in the doorway cleared the exit in time for me to sprint out, Mangle still following me on the ceiling. She was persistent.

"Foxy! Look out!" Minni called, just in time for me to dodge to the side. Mangle dropped, feeling the ground with broken hands.

"Get back here you traitor...!"

"Oi! Someone shut 'er off for fucks sake!" I called. "She be trying to murder me!"

I think it was Bonnie who finally wrestled Mangle to the ground, shutting her off and carrying her back to the maintenance room. I collapsed on my back, breathing like I had no breath and staring at the ceiling.

"You okay Foxy?" Minni hovered above me, looking worried.

"Aye, I be alright lass." I sat up, glaring at a giggling, half naked chicken. "Ye think that be funny!"

"Yes, I do actually." She snorted. "I remembered when they threw her in the room with us back at the old place and you flipped out. Damn that was perfect."

"Perfect ain't what that be." I mumbled, taking a seat back as the circle reformed. "Mike, truth or dare."

"Truth?"

"Aye, what be the first thing ye said to me on yer third day when I smashed at ye door?" I grinned, watching him squirm.

"I said 'get out of here you stupid coyote, I ain't your friend and I'll smash the door on your foot next time you run.'"

"And ain't that exactly what ye did?" I said, waiting.

"Yes."

"Don't ye think Foxy deserves an apology?" I asked, holding back laughter.