Foxy X Chica

Growing Up

[Fake Foxy's POV]

I was only 6 years old when it happened. I was in my room, playing with my action figures I got for christmas. My mom got me a superman, a batman, and a spiderman action figure.

I was throwing them up in the air, pretending that the would be flying when I heard some voices.I crept down the stairs, keeping out of view of the people below.

There were 2 men talking to my parents. They were both bald, had sunglasses over their eyes, and had black suits on. I wonder who they were? They reached into their pockets and pulled out badges. They are police cool!

I was about to go downstairs and meet the heroes, when one of them pulled out a toy gun. Later on I would find out it was real. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet went deep into my mom's skull.

She screamed as one of the men pushed her backwards, causing her to topple over. The other police man pulled out a army knife, and walked up to my father.

I looked over at mom. She looked pretty hurt, I didn't know what was going on. Blood was rushing down her forehead, her eyes closed. The man pulled out a machete, and chopped her head clean off.

I stared in horror, as I could see the inside of my mother's body. Her lifeless corpse lying in the middle of the livingroom.

All of a sudden a screm snapped me out of staring. I looked over at my dad, who had the army knife deep in his chest. The police man grabbed the knife, and twisted it around. It was making a weird, but cool sound.

He picked up the machete, and chopped my dad's head off. I didn't know what to do, my parents were just killed in front of me. I did the one thing I knew how. I fought back.

I walked down the stairs, crying, and picked up the gun lying on the floor. The man turned around with the machete in hand, looking ready to attack.

He lowered the machete, probably thinking I was just a kid. "This is for mom..." I said between sobs. I pulled the trigger watching the bullet find its home in his chest.

His partner looked shocked. "Come on little kid... I don't want to hurt you..." he said nervously. His speech was shaking like he was afraid of me. I liked this feeling, being in control. There was only one more thing to do.

I walked over to the knife he dropped, while trying to reason with me. It still had a lot of blood on it, dripping off onto the floor. I licked it, cutting my tongue a little bit. It was worth it though. It tasted great, I wanted more.

The man looked at me like I was insane. Like I was the devil himself. "I'M NOT A LITTLE KID!" I shouted as I jumped on him. I plunged the knife into his eye as he screamed. Blood started to slowly come out of his eye, as his screams got louder.

I pushed with all my might to get the knife deeper into his eye. Suddenly he stopped screaming, and he dropped to the floor. I pulled the eye out of the socket with a satisfying grin on my face.

I held it in my bare hand, now covered in blood. It left squishy, like the candy eyeballs I got for Halloween. I tried tasting it. It tasted good! Better than the spaghetti dinners my mom made me.

This was when my life really began.

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I was now 12 years of age, living with my foster family. I went to court, but since I was 6 years old they let my case go. I still have to go to counciling though.

This was the only family that would adopt me. The people that worked at the orphange tried to hide that I killed 2 men, but I was all over the news. I tried to say it was in self defense, but still no family would adopt me.

One day a family came along, and specifically said that they wanted to adopt me. I couldn't understand why they wanted me in their house. I was probably going to kill somebody again....

A little boy popped out behind the woman's legs. She saw me staring and said this was her son Gold. He gave me a evil glare, like he was trying to tell me something.

When I was about to talk to him the woman bent down to take my hand. I pulled away forcefully, and accidentily brought her arm with me.

It didn't rip off, but it was dislocated. She looked down at Gold with pain in her eyes. She was clearly saying "why?" He just looked backed up at her, and nodded. She sighed and motion for me to come with her.

At first I was sceptical, but Gold looked really friendly. He smiled and nodded. He really didn't talk much, which at the time was good for me.

The woman drove me to this house and said that this was my new home. I walked into the house and it was huge! They were living in a mansion!

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around. Gold was waving at me and smiling. "Hello! My name is Gold!" he said excitedly. "When I saw you on the news, I told my mom that I wanted to have you as my brother!"

He wanted to be my brother? But why? Doesn't he know that I killed 2 people?

Suddenly a brunette boy with a black top hat came walking down the stairs. "Hi you must be Foxy!" he said sticking his hand out, wanting me to shake it. "My name is Freddy Fazbear!"

I laughed at the mention of his name. "Hey that's not nice...." he said with a depressing look on his face. He looked to be about 15 years old, but he acted like a little kid.

We had a fun time playing all day long. We played football, and most of the time we liked to wrestle each other. It was a good life.

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At the age of 13 my mom told me I had to start going to school. She said I would be in the same class as Gold, so I shouldn't worry.

I tried to plead with her to not let me go to school, because it didn't seem like fun. Tears strolling down my cheeks, and me huffing and puffing.

She told me that it was for my own good, and that I needed an education. She ended up forcing me to go, so I added her to my "list".

It was during lunch break that it happened. Some kid came up to me, and started calling me names.

"Loser! Sissy! Little Girl!" he screamed. I was trying to block it out, using the technique my new mom taught me to use when I got angry. It wasn't working though, and I remembered the army knife I carried in my jacket pocket.

I kept it since it was special to me. My first kill...

He was still screaming at me, as everyone in the lunchroom was laughing. Something in my brain finally clicked, and I felt my anger boil to the top of my head.

I pulled out the knife and drilled it into his chest. I heard screams in the background, but it really didn't matter. My one priority was killing this bitch.

I dug the knife deeper into his chest, hearing the bones breaking as I got deeper. I was about to push again when I felt 2 pairs of hand on my back.

I looked back to see who it was, and it was Gold and Freddy. They looked disappointed on the outside, but I could tell they were really proud of me.

I saw one kid screaming and pointing in my direction. Then a man in a suit walking towards me.

I forgot about everything and was brought back to my house when I was 6. The 2 men in suits were killing my parents, I wouldn't let that happen again.

I blinked, and I was back in present time. The man in the suit was about a foot away from me now. I quickly pulled my special knife out of the bully's chest and into the man's eye.

He screamed, as my brother pulled me off him, knife still in his eye. Someone apparently called 911, and the police and ambulances were here.

I was shoved, angrily, into the police car, and was drove to the County Jail.

Soon after I was put into Juvenile Prison. The judge told me that I was lucky that I wasn't going to real prison. I spent 2 years of my life there.

The sad part is.... I don't regret a thing!