Recovery: A prologue to Fazbear & Co

Chapter 2

Freddy felt his attacker jerk back slightly.
"Shut up. There's no need to scream, bear."
The latter was surprised at the sound of its voice. He was able to gather that the stranger was female, however. Freddy began to mull over her strength – he found it fairly impressive.
Jolting him out of his minor daze was her voice, sharp and scalding:
"Hello? Anybody in there?" The words were delivered with a sense of scorn, and Freddy instantly fixed his full attention on the figure, who was currently leaning over him.
"Yes...and may I get up?" the bear replied politely. To his relief, he felt the female's weight begin to ease, and he was able to pull himself up into a sitting position. The stranger had moved off of the bench, and instead occupied the ground behind its wooden armrest.

Freddy eyed her. The figure, it seemed, was a rabbit. She was a purple rabbit at that, with long, floppy ears and a thin build. He looked closer at the clothes she was wearing: a rose red shirt (with, presumably, another white shirt underneath) and a navy blue skirt that came up to just above her knees. The lagomorph wore no shoes; Freddy noticed that everything she was wearing appeared to be fairly dirty. She mustn't have changed for a long time, he thought. 
There were thick black lines of makeup, Freddy guessed, on her upper eyelashes. Her scarlet eyes were as fierce as her tongue, and she glared down at him with utter contempt.
"So..." she began, "What are you doing on my TERRITORY?" Freddy cowered as she screeched the last word, baring her teeth and snarling at him.
"I-I d-didn't know!" The bear cried in his defense.
"I. Don't. Care." She spat, finalizing every syllable and moving closer to him. Slamming her paws down on the bench, she continued. "Leave. Now."

Freddy stared at her through terrified eyes. Despite the rabbit's hostility, he was interested in what she was doing on the streets of Texas. Quickly shooting awkward (and somewhat tense) glances around, he was unable to locate a single place where she might have been staying. All of the buildings on the street were either a means of housing for the residents, or shops of some sort. Turning back to the purple lagomorph, he posed a question.
"What are you doing here?"
Her expression changed from a penetrating gaze to one of surprise and confusion, which in turn was replaced with yet another angry one.
"Who are you to ask that? It's none of your business! As I clearly stated before, this is MY territory!" she snarled. "Or perhaps I didn't make it obvious enough?" The rabbit raised a clenched paw, and it was about to come into contact with Freddy's chest when the brown bear jumped off of the bench.
"Wait! I-I'm sorry miss, I'll leave."
The rabbit raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.
"I promise!" Freddy sighed. "Look. You don't seem to have any food here. How about I bring you some of what I have at home, daily?"

The purple doe stared at him for a moment, before nodding slowly.
"So be it," she growled. "But don't even think for a second that you'll get on my good side. Bring the food to me at seven 'o clock sharp. NO exceptions."

Freddy gathered his strewn belongings and headed in the direction of the sidewalk. Before the rabbit's 'territory' had disappeared behind the first building, he glanced back.
She remained on the grass by the bench, observing him with scathing eyes. Freddy whipped his head around, and briskly continued walking. Before long, he had left the small grassy area behind.