Foxica

Comfort

I do not own Five Nights At Freddy's. Art goes to Pole Bear.

No Foxica, just Foxy making Chica smile.
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Foxy was running around the hallways, practicing for when Mike comes back tomorrow night. He was really good at it, too. He was almost done when he heard a voice. He stopped in his tracks and knew in a instinct who it was.

It was his friend, Chica.

He quickly head towards the Show Stage Center and heard crying. He looked and saw Chica crying on one of the tables. He silently walked towards her.

"Chica?" He asked softly. "Ye okay?"

Chica sniffed quietly and rubbed her face. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." She answered with a hint of sadness in her voice. Foxy knows Chica very well for years, and he's pretty sure something's bothering her. He also noticed that she starting acting weird last week. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Chica and put his metal hand on her back.

"Come on, ye can me. What's botherin' ya?" He asked. Chica slowly turned to Foxy to let him see her face. Her eyes were red from crying, her bib covered with wetness. She sniffled , trying to keep a straight face.

"F-Foxy..." she stammered. Foxy crassed her cheek softly. "Lass, tell me everything." He said. Foxy was like a big brother to Chica, he keeps her safe from danger, heck, he even listen to her problems most of the time. Chica hands were trembling from sadness and told Foxy her problem.

"Last week, I was making pizza in the kitchen, and then I saw a bunch of pretty teenage girls walking to the mall, they-they were so pretty. Braided hair, sparkling dresses, colorful boots, they were so beautiful. I wish I could be just like them. But sometimes I wonder.....am-am-a-am I-I.. " She looked like she was about to cry, and quickly hugged Foxy, her face burried in his chest and started to sob. Foxy hugged her back and wiped tears from her eyes.

"What's the problem, lass? Are ye what?" he whispered. Chica sniffed once more and softly said, "Foxy, am I pretty?" Foxy looked at Chica and started to chuckle, then he did a big hearty pirate laugh. Chica glanced at Foxy, confused.

"What's so funny?" she asked. Foxy smiled at Chica.

"Lass, that be a trick question. Of course yer beautiful. And even though me, you, Bonnie and Freddy got stuffed in suits, Ye still beautiful the way ye are."

Chica stared at Foxy with tears in her eyes. "Foxy, how could someone love a lousy, pizza eating chicken animatronic like me? " Foxy smiled once more with seriousness in his eyes.

"Lass, to other people, they may think you're boring, and if they think that, they be the most careless people in th' world. But to this old fox, ye be the most greatest thing since pirate treasure." Chica smiled happily and hugged Foxy even harder.

"Foxy.." she whispered. "That's the most nicest thing anyone said about me."

She looked at Foxy in his eyes with happiness in her eyes. "Thank you."

Then the bell rang all over the building. The clocked ticked 6:00 am.

"Well lass, looks like its showtime for ye. I'll just be headin' back to me cove." he said dissapointed. He got up and head to the cove when Chica quickly grab his metal hand.

"Wait! Um..maybe after today, we could, y'know, get Mike together and eat pizza?" she asked. Foxy gave her a small smile. "Yeah, I'd love that." Then Foxy ran to his cove, closing his curtains. Chica looked at the cove and, for the first time in weeks, smiled. She was so lucky to have a friend like Foxy.

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