FNaF: Battle Of The Undead

When the dead return

Doc couldn't sleep that night, neither could Foxy. Doc watched for hours as Foxy tossed and turned in his nightmarish slumber. Eventually, he sat up.
"Foxy... are you ok? It's my job to help those with minds that are uneasy." Doc spoke in a hushed tone as not to wake the others.
"Lad, 'm afraid this mind be broken. Nothin' can fix it..." The fox sighed gravely. Doc shuffled over and whispered;
"Foxy you can tell me, I'm a professional. What's troubling you?" The pirate froze for a moment, his eyes glazed over as he longed to hide away in his own pirate cove once more. Sensing the sadness ripping Foxy apart from the inside, Doc gestured for them to talk in private outside.

They sat on a log examining the night sky.
"I suppose I can tell ye... but ye can't tell anyone else. It be 'bout our past..." Foxy said looking off into the distance.
"You mean; you, Bonnie, Freddy and Chica?" Doc questioned.
"Aye. Ya see... we weren't always like this. We used t' be like ye..."
"How so?"
"Human." Doc was speechless, how could these animatronics have once been human?

"Have ye heard o' the missin' kiddies? Tha' be us. We were killed." Doc's jaw dropped.

"I was the smallest, still am. A man dressed in purple... -a guard, lead us t' the back promisin' a surprise..." Foxy didn't make eye contact at any moment of his explanation. "Boy was tha' the suprise o' our lives. We were cornered 'nd I failed t' protect everyone. I launched myself at the guard, teeth bared, but with me lack in size, he threw me aside where a shelf fell on top o' me 'nd something impaled me right hand. I'm not gonna lie, I screamed! -but ye can even ask the others, I can't cry." He attempted to smile, but it was proving to be useless so decided to continue with his story instead.

"I watched through a gap; Freddy leaped onto tha' accursed purple-scum's back, but then got pinned against the wall t' be stabbed in the abdomen. By the time I got out from under tha' blasted shelf... everyone else... was dead... I'll never forget the screams. Then t'was my turn..." The pirate was clearly upset at this point and Doc couldn't form any words.
"B-bu hu...?!"
"In me dien' breath, I saw a tall 'nd lanky figure approach us... a Puppet. When we woke up, we were... this." He gestured to himself. "This Puppet said tha' we share the same purple end. We were brought back t' protect other kiddies 'nd get revenge."

Doc blabbered on and the emotional fox ignored it. "I've replayed tha' scene in me head a thousand times over... AND THOUGHT O' THE MANY WAYS I COULD MAKE HIM SUFFER FER ALL HE'S DONE!" The pirate shouted into the night as his golden-yellow eye faded to red, then black with a white iris. He held his head in his hand and hook, shutting his eyes tight.

"I'll kill tha' filthy knave if it be the last thing I do."

He walked away angrily, not wanting to listen to Doc's gibberish only to spot a limping figure crawl out from the river.

It was Lauren.

Foxy's aggression disappeared to be replaced by concern. He tilted his head with one ear raised as he saw her bloody body. She was definitely a zombie. The fox darted into the entrance of the chamber.

They need to leave now... and fast!