Foxy's POV
After the little talk I had with Freddy, I hated him. I sighed and put away my violin. Mangle slowly walked around the corner. She was looking at me.
"Hey Foxy. Um. . . How ya doin'?" Mangle asked me.
"Bad. Terrible." I responded.
"What? Why?" She asked again.
"I be all torn up!" I replied.
"Well. . . There is a Fazbear party coming up. . ."
"Im not goin'." I quickly interuppted Mangle before she could finish.
"Why?" She asked.
"Im not goin' to any party that Freddy's going to." I growled.
"Okay. . . Well. . . I'll see you later." She frowned and looked down. Then she walked away. I wanted to stop her, but she looked so sad. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!! Grr! Why did I do that!? I growled at myself.
