Five Nights at Freddy's - Deep Rot

Ch1 - You're a Sick Fuck, Foxy

Foxy was sat against the wall behind the dusty purple curtains of Pirates Cove, staring into space. It wasn't an unusual occurrence; he tended to sit there a lot, for hours on end, silently brooding.

He looked down and winced, folding his arms around himself. Chunks of matted fur and snapped wires hung from gashes all over his body, caked with dark liquid and rust. From the state he was in, you'd have thought he'd be dead by now, taken apart and melted down.

Suddenly, the curtains were swiped to one side, Foxy snapping out of his stupor and cowering as harsh light poured into the once dark room. Two shadows loomed above him.

"Get up". Freddy's voice, warm and sweet like honey, made Foxy feel sick. He couldn't move.

"You got mud in your ears? The man gave you an order", Bonnie barked, eyes burning with gleeful malice. Foxy knew he was just begging for him to make it hard for him, he always loved a struggle. But as much as he didn't want to give him that satisfaction, he couldn't find the strength to pull himself up. He had no energy left. He was numb.

They rounded on him, Bonnie grabbing him by the arms and hauling him up carelessly, causing Foxy to cry out in pain as he tried to find his feet.

Freddy began to walk up the corridor, and Bonnie forced the fox to follow him, heavy claws on his shoulders at all times. As they got closer to the office, Foxy could hear the all-too-familiar sound of screams echoing throughout the building and his heels dragged on the floor.

"I- I don't want to..." Foxy mumbled involuntarily, immediately regretting it as Freddy whipped around and shoved him against the wall, teeth bared.

"What makes you think you have a choice." He laughed as Foxy's eyes widened in terror, his heart feeling as if it was going to burst from his chest. His lungs were on fire and his mouth was full of cotton.

When they reached the office, Chica was already there. The security guard struggled in her arms, looking puny and weak against her enormous talons. Foxy was pushed towards him.

"Kill him." Freddy spoke lowly. Bonnie looked giddy with excitement. Foxy shook his head, his face crumpling up.

"DO IT." Bonnie shoved him again towards the guard as he began to hyperventilate; the walls were closing in.

"Aw, look at him. He's so pathetic", Chica smirked. "I don't know why we don't just kill him."

Bonnie chuckled, sickeningly. "He was always worthless. Never doing as he's told, fucking everything up for the rest of us. What a joke."

"I think he wants to do it," Freddy said, and Foxy looked up. "He won't admit it, but he wants to hurt him. Just like he hurt that kid-"

"NO," Foxy brought his fists up towards Freddy, meaning to hit him, but Freddy caught his wrists. He stared into Foxy's eyes.

"You're a sick fuck, Foxy."

Defeated, Foxy drooped his head and turned to approach the guard, who was white as a sheet.

"Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," he pleaded desperately. But Foxy's eyes were glazed over. He wasn't there anymore.

Then he sank his teeth into his throat.