Foxy X Reader: An Unexpected Love

Dying Hopes

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Y/N's POV:

I missed Sofie, Ashley, and heck...even Jase!

I felt cold and alone. Letting my mind drift to Ashley, I wondered if she would come looking for me when I didn't show up this morning.

I have been in the supply closet for an hour now, regardless of how small and cramped it was.....

...I don't want to see them!

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Whenever one of the animatronics came by to check on you, you'd kick the door, warning them to leave you alone. You didn't want to see them....
...Didn't want them near you.

So you just sat in that old closet, quietly crying to yourself.

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Ashley's POV:

She should be here by now!!!

I paced my bedroom floor for what felt like the hundredth time.

(Y/n) hadn't been answering my texts or calls!
At first, I thought she was still asleep, but then again...why would she want to stay in a place like that for so long?
Not only that, but she would have to leave before sunrise, so that she could leave without getting caught.

'What if she had been kidnapped on the way there??!!'

'What if she is stuck there??!'

'What if she was kidnapped when she was on her way to my house??!!'

......
...
..

'What if she was caught sneaking in?...'

My heart screamed to go and find my best friend, driving me crazy.

I ran out of my room, and told my mom that I was going to (Y/n)'s house to check on her, to see if she was ready to come over.

Shoving my phone into my back pocket, I set off for the pizzaria, praying that she had only slept in, and not something worse.....

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Y/N's POV:

I heard the closet door open, only to see Foxy.
He offered a hand to me, but I didn't take it. I just glared up at him, hate burning within me.

I watched as Foxy flinched and stepped back, his ears lowered in saddness. He didn't meet my eyes.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
I had been in this closet for an hour....
he was probably just checking on me....

"I...I was worried about ya lass..."

I felt a sudden pain, and looked to see my nails digging into my palms from clenching my fists so tightly.
I relaxed my fists, thankful that I hadn't drawn blood.

"Worried? Ha! Puh-lease! Save it! I don't need you to 'worry' about me," I spat, standing up.

"I just...I knew that you needed some alone time--"

"Yeah, no shit!!!," I hissed, cutting him off.

Foxy stared at me like a wounded animal, guilt and saddness in his golden--amber eyes.

Foxy's POV:

I was somewhat surprised to hear her curse. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would. She looked too innocent for that, but I guess her situation had driven her to that point.

I felt my guilt overwhelm me as I met her cold stare, not knowing what to do.

"Lass, please.....I...I care about ye well-bein'...."

I flinched as mad laughter escaped her throat, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Care about me!?? Oh that's rich!!"

I felt my soul shrivel at her mad cackling, my heart sinking.

If you cared about me, you would have let me go home!!!!," I screamed, my cheeks burning.

Y/N's POV:

I shoved him out of the way, out into the hallway.
I watched as Foxy stumbled back, slamming into the wall.

I saw fear flicker in his eyes for a moment, as though he has had this done to him before.

I couldn't explain why, but my heart stung seeing him like this.
Foxy looked like he was about to speak, but before he could so much as utter a single word, I ran off, retreating to the dining area.

***
~An hour before~

Freddy's POV:

I sat backstage, alone.
Bonnie and Chica had been avoiding me, most likely due to last night.

I ate my cold pizza bagel in silence. Chica had taken her sweet time to bring me mine, a strained, fake smile stretched across her beak.

She was the most upset at me out of all my pals. She only looked at me for a few seconds, before marching away.

I sighed, taking the last few bites of my breakfast, before getting up and making my way to the backstage door entrance. But before I could even turn the knob, I heard quick footsteps.

Curious, I exited the backstage room and shut the door behind me.
I only saw a remorseful Chica sitting at one of the party tables, nearest the kitchen.

I went to speak with her, only to jump when the slamming of a door startled me. Chica, finally noticing me, turned to face me.

I gave her a questioning look.

Her sorrowful expression said it all.