Ahoy Matey

Attack

The punch came out of nowhere. It hit Foxy square in the jaw. It seemed to do more damage to Brandon than Foxy. He was rubbing his knuckles, cradling them as if he had just punch a brick wall. Foxy staggered back a bit from surprise but that was about it. Well, apart from the look in his eyes that made Sarah want to run in the opposite direction until she was a reasonably safe distance from him. But Brandon stood his ground, although just barely. He threw another punch just as Sarah stepped in front of Foxy. It hit her side where the cut was and she let out a low hiss. It still hurt from two days ago and Sarah doubted the punch would help it heal any quicker.

Foxy held Sarah as she doubled over. Along with making the cut hurt, it had also made her fell slightly queasy. Foxy looked down at Sarah worryingly, then, almost instantly, glaring daggers into Brandon. If Sarah weren't here, the man would be dead where he stood. He didn't seem to regret the punch, but he wasn't exactly happy either. His eyes shone with less a murderous glare. They weren't aimed at Foxy though. No, they were looking over his shoulder at the three figures that stood behind them.

Foxy didn't know others knew what was going on or if they had just passed by and seen but the next thing he knew was that they were all standing beside him. Bonnie gave him a look that told him they would handle it. Foxy replied with a look that said don't hurt him. Bonnie looked at him like he'd lost his mind and Foxy merely looked at Sarah then Brandon. He noticed Sarah had tears silently pouring down her face although Foxy didn't know whether from the pain or not. Foxy led her to the table and sat her down. She was clearly in pain as she winced as Foxy lifted up her shirt to see the wound. 

"Don't. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him in. Make sure you're ok." Mumbled Sarah as Foxy peered at the wound. He realised part of the reason Sarah was crying. She blamed herself. 

"No. I'm fine. It hurt him more and I didn't have to do anything. You didn't know he would do this. Don't blame yourself. If you didn't know him, he would be in a much worse condition." 

"But it's still my fault. All I've done since I got here is mess everything up. I haven't once thought about how my actions would affect you. I'm so selfish." More tears poured down Sarah's face. 

"Don't lie to yourself like that. You've done nothing wrong. In my opinion this has been a nice little adventure. I'm quite happy you came."

The wound on Sarah's side had opened up and was bleeding freely so Foxy ran backstage and back for some bandages. He carefully wrapped them around the wound. Sarah was still crying when he finished and he suspected she still felt guilty. Together they walked over to where the others had him pinned to the ground. Each of the boys had an arm and Chica held his legs. 

"We didn't know what to do without hurting him so we pinned him down. We would've brought him to one of the tables but we didn't wanna risk it." Explained Bonnie when he saw Foxy and Sarah.

"Why are you here?" Asked Foxy, crossing his arms so his hook was clearly visible. Brandon didn't reply. Foxy gave him a second more before going closer. 

"I'll ask again. What are you here?" 

"I'm not telling you." Foxy bent down so he was crouching. He held his hook up so it was in the light. He looked at it as if he were examining how quickly he could kill someone with it. 

"I've killed a lot of men with this hook. It's so nice and easy to clean." He brought the hook to Brandon's throat as held it there, making sure that the tip of it slightly poked his neck. 

"One more chance. Why are you here?" Brandon looked at the hook against his neck then around at all the watching faces. When he realised no one was going to help him, he knew he had to give in. 

"I came to see what the place was like. I have twins and it's there birthday next week. I came to see if this is where I should take them." Satisfied with the answer Foxy removed his hook from Brandon's throat, although the others still kept him pinned to the ground. 

"We're gonna let you up now, but you gotta promise you ain't gonna hit any of us. We fight back you know. Although we play dirty." They let Brandon up and they guided him towards the tables. Foxy and Sarah led the way, the boys either side and Chica taking up the rear. Together, they all sat down and had a little chat.