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Part One : Memories
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Nightmare Foxy slumped against the hard wall of the closet he was in, making sure he was in a corner. The silence bothered him. Not a single sound was heard... Were the nightmares pulling a prank? They couldn't have. He would still hear the clicks and mechanical whirrs of them moving around. Nightmare Foxy breathed in, but it was more of a shaky breath. They wouldn't do that.. Right?
Not even he was sure at that moment what was going on. Closing his glowing amber hues, he reverted to a place only he could get to - His thoughts. Most people thought he was just an illusion. But.. He wasn't. He was real. He could think. He could remember. The nightmare hated that part the most. He didn't want to remember half the things he did.
Like the kid..
Nightmare Foxy couldn't help himself go back to that day. The day he was given an actual life. Besides the day he met John, the day he ever felt sympathy for a human.
The child.. He didn't know his name. But the nightmare knew for a fact it was a child, a young boy with a a single hair curl draped over his forehead, and he always wore this black and grey shirt. Nightmare Foxy took note of quite literally every detail of his surroundings. What else was there to do ? He didn't remember anything before that moment, seeing the petrified child cower at the foot of his bed. Honestly, he didn't blame him. This was seemingly right when the nightmare was given life, he was only really given one or two thoughts. Kill. Torment.
He didn't really have much of a conscience then, so he obeyed. The child jumped at the sound of breathing from the right door, shaking violently to go look at it. Nightmare Foxy watched the child, with a peak of.. Curiosity? Or perhaps bloodthirst. He didn't care nor understand his "feelings" then. Soon enough, the kid reverted back to the bed, turning around to flash his light on some of the... What the fuck were those?!
Nightmare Foxy squinted, growling instinctively.
Once the thing went away, the kid looked over to the closet. Where he was. It was as if he was looking straight into Nightmare Foxy's eyes, inching closer to the closet, flashlight in hand. Nightmare Foxy readied himself, prepared to attack.
Click.
Nightmare Foxy hissed violently as the damned flashlight shone in his eyes, hiding in a corner out of the kid's view. The child eventually turned away, crying from the hissing. "Grr.." He smacked his own head, more or less temporarily blind from that.
Nightmare Foxy laughed at that memory. Hell, he still hated the light. It was still funny to him the way his past self reacted.
He remembered the night went on like that for some time, until a clock went off, making the vulpine jump. The child seemed to relax, the sun now rising. That was the last part he remembered that day before blacking out. He sighed heavily, knowing that every time he awoke he was in a closet. The same kid's closet. It was like that for 5 blackouts, he counted, since he didn't have a perception of time passage yet, then these two bears took his place. 6th blackout, a golden bear with a purple hat and bowtie. The 7th blackout, this huge black bear took his place. He was still in the closet, though had to share it with these two frightening bears on different nights.
The end of the 7th blackout though.. That's what clicked something in his mind. Something bad happened. Really bad. Nightmare Foxy hated remembering it, but-
Step.
Nightmare Foxy snapped back to reality, seemingly still for almost thirty minutes. He peered outside the closet, only to see sinister glowing red eyes staring back. "Nightmare?!" He hissed, looking over at him. "... You've been in this closet for quite some time now, Foxy... Do ever plan on coming out?" The black bear stared at him. His size and deep, demonic voice is what made him so intimidating. "...What the bloody hell are you going on about?" Nightmare Foxy asked, squinting at him. "We thought you'd might like to join us, no?" Nightmare said, standing up fully. "What- Why is it so quiet over there??" Nightmare chuckled. "Well why don't you come and find out?"
Nightmare Foxy stared at the wall. Well. Whatever they wanted to harass him about was bound to be better than thinking about what happened during the 7th blackout. ".. Fine. I'll go." He crawled out of the closet, then began to stand up. "This better not be a stupid prank of yours or I swear-!" Nightmare rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, c'mon now. They're expecting you."
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