Five Nights Till Freedom

Late Night Fantasies

After Bon left I didnt know what I could say to Foxy, who was still standing beside me. He didn't seem to know what to stay either as he stared at his feet.

"So...um..." he cleared his throat loudly as he brushed his bangs away from his face.

I had never seen him look so flustered before.

His eyes kept averting as if he didn't know where to look, but after a few seconds his eyes finally rested on my own, "Do you want me to take you back to your office?"

I nodded slowly even though I could manage it quite fine on my own. Having Foxy as company in this dark restaurant seemed better than most of my other options.

He began to walk slowly down the hallway as I followed quickly behind him.

His back was turned to me so I couldn't see his face but I had no doubt that he was more nervous than usual.

I wonder what's up with him.....

Foxy then turned inside my office looking back at me as I came inside too.

I walked over to the desk and sat down in the rolling chair, pulling myself up to the desk. The computer monitors were on, showing me that the rest of the gang besides Foxy and BB were on the stage talking.

BB disappearing didnt really seem to be much of a surprise.

As I began flipping through the monitors I then felt a hand grip my shoulder, tightly but not tight enough that I felt pain.

I turned to see Foxy an apologetic look on his face, "Look...Im really sorry about before. I overreacted" He looked down at the ground, letting his arm fall to his side, "After what happened last time I just...." Foxy took im a soft breath, "I just didnt want you to be hurt."

My mouth spread in a soft smile.

The fact that someone cared this much about me after my parents. I didnt know how I was supposed to react.

"I really appreciate you looking out for me..." I said softly, "I haven't really known what that felt like in my life."

Thats when Foxy's featured turned worried, "What do you mean?"

I let out a soft sigh.

Should I tell him?

They told me so I should tell them

"My parents were extreme achoholists when I started going to middle school and had been all the way through the rest of my child hood. I always had to fend for myself and I always made sure to leave the house after all the broken glass was picked up from the ground."

Foxy stared at me as I told my story and I could see his ears twitch slightly.

"And the reason I picked this job was that I was in desperate need for money since my parents kicked me out." I let that sink in, looking at Foxy.

Foxy was looking me straight in the eyes, his hazel on mine. He smiled at me sympathetically, placing his hands in his pockets, "Rachel, you dont have worry about them anymore. I promise I'll protect you okay. You can escape from your past here."

His words, they reminded me so much of what Bon had said, about none of them actually remembering their past. He was speaking the pure truth even if he didn't know it.

After not replying for a minute Foxy spoke again, "I'm glad you started working here, even if what made you come here was something bad."

He looked absolutely sincere as he said this and I couldn't help but smile, "Thank you Foxy."

He smiled in return, averting his gaze, "You know Rachel, there's something I've been meaning to tell y...."

His statement was then interrupted when there was a sudden slam against the doorway to the office.

Both me and Foxy jumped staring at the figure of Fred, hunched over as he took deep breathes.

After a second of shock I finally spoke, "F..Fred?! What's wrong?"

Fred then looked up at me, a serious glint in his eyes, "Mangle and BB have disappeared."