Does anybody else want the Fox?
Your P.O.V

It was nice being able to talk to Goldy. He's the only one that does exactly what's needed and doesn't over react like the others would. If
you had told the others about what your home life was like, they would probably have a major freak out. You walk past the stage and wave good bye to them all. They don't respond which means it must be past six so they are back in daytime mode. You push the front door open and emerge into the real world. The place you wish didn't have to exist. You walk over to your car and open it. You slide into your seat and start the car. You put your seatbelt on and rest your head on the steering wheel. Your father is probably home now. Which means your about to get beat for no reason. You put your car in drive, and make your way home.

As you pull in the driveway, you notice that there aren't any lights on in the house. That can only mean three things. 1. Your father isn't home. 2. He's too drunk or high to actually have the ability to turn the lights on. 3. He's waiting for you to get home so he can surprise you before he beats you up. Out of the three options, you wish it's either one or two. You park your car in the driveway and take your keys out of the ignition. You hop out of the car and slowly make your way to the front door. You reach the door and stand there looking at it for a few minutes not wanting to go inside. You finally find the courage and open the door.

It's dark as night inside the house. You close the door as quietly as possible. You slip your shoes off and start to creep through the house. You make it to the living room with no sudden surprises yet. Putting your hand on the wall, you slowly move forward looking for the light switch. You soon find it and flick the lights on. Nothing. Nothing happens. The room just becomes brightly lit and there's still no sign of your father. Now that's there's a light on in the house, you aren't as scared as you were before. You walk around the house looking in every room to try and find your dad. You finish looking and he's no where to be found. If he was hiding and waiting he would have jumped out a long time ago. He can't exactly wait forever. He doesn't have that kind of patience. If he was high or drunk, you would have found him passed out somewhere in the house. So that must mean that he is still not home. You decide to go check his car. He may be passed out in there. You walk backs to the entryway and put you shoes back on. You open the door and walk back out into the early morning air.

You reach his car and peek inside. The front seats are empty. You take a step to the side to check the backseat. It's just filled with beer cans and empty cigarette packages. You turn around and head to the garage. You can't access it from inside the house so you were unable to check it. You grab your keys and unlock the door. Nobody really comes in here that often. It's dusty and smells like something's rotting. It's also filled to the roof with boxes of crap you guys probably didn't need. You weave around the boxes to see if your dad was in here. You look underneath and behind everything and still can't find him. You pass a stack of boxes and discover that the box on top is what the smell is coming from. As much as you don't want to, you grab it and decide that you will go through it to find out what was making that awful smell.

You exit the garage and enter the house once again. You kick your shoes off and head to the kitchen. You set the box on the table and head up to your room. You decide that you want to put some old clothes on just in case. You never know what could be inside that box. It's smells like something's been rotting in there for years. Maybe even decades at this point. You pull on a old sweater you used to wear when you were little. It used to be ten times the size of you when you were little. Now it's just a few sizes bigger but it still hangs down to your knees. You pull on a pair of old sweats and head towards the bathroom.

You dig through the cupboards looking for some rubber gloves to put on. You find a pair of yellow ones and set them on the bathroom counter. You grab a ponytail holder and flip your head upside down. You grab all of your H/C hair and put it into a high ponytail. You look at yourself in the mirror afterwards. You looked tired and worn. Your eyes still seemed to have a sparkle in them though. You look down at your left wrist. It's hidden by the sweater. You pull the sleeve up and look at the cuts. They seem to be healing pretty well. Some of them look a bit red though which means the are either not healing or they got infected. Since you got to the pizzeria and met all the animatronics you haven't cut. You decide that you should stop cutting from now on. You grab a bandage and some poly-sporin and decide to fix your arm up. You put a generous amount of the poly-sporin on your arm and wrap the bandage around. Once your satisfied, you grab the gloves and head back to the kitchen.

The kitchen now smells like the garage did. As if something's been rotting in it for a couple decades. You look at the box and notice that it's got some dark brown stains along the bottom of it. You shrug it off and decide to bring the garbage can closer to the table. You set it down beside the table and prepare yourself to open the box. You pull the gloves on making sure that your cuts and bracelets were safely hidden inside. You would be devastated if something inside the box wrecked your bracelets. After mentally preparing yourself, you pull the box open and immediately want to throw up.

The smell of rotten flesh bombards you, making your eyes water and making you gag. You run to the bathroom to get frebreeze. You grab it and run back to the kitchen and start spraying the shit out of everything. Once it smells like flowers you set the canister down and make your way back to the box. The first thing in the box is a newspaper. The headline says 'Five Children Gone Missing. Last Seen at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria' you start reading the article but don't get to far. You get the idea of what happened though. Someone had used Goldy as a costume and lured the kids to the back room. Well that was the theory anyway. The murderer was never caught and the bodies were never found. You look away from the newspaper and back to the box. There's another newspaper. The headline on this one says 'Child's Frontal Lobe Bit Off By One Of the Beloved Characters from Freddy Fazbears' you read the entire article. It says that Foxy had bit off a girls frontal lobe and was put out of order. You look at the date of the accident and realize it was the day that you have the robots their bracelets. You think back to that day and remember a man with Foxy when you went to give him his bracelet. He must have tampered with Foxy. You look back to the box. Underneath both of the newspapers is a stack of clothing that seems to be your fathers. Except you haven't seen them since you were a little girl. You tentatively pick it up and wish you hadn't. As you pick them up they start to unfold revealing some nasty stains. The stains are a dark brown. The colour blood turns after years of being exposed to the air. Underneath the clothes is a piece of paper stained red. You set the clothes down and reach into the box to grab the paper. It's folded up a couple times so you unfold it to see what's on it. It's log of some sort.

"The killings were a success. The five children were hidden in the robots suits as planned. Nobody suspects me. I'll retrieve the bodies on my next night shift and hide them in my backyard in the garden underneath the rose bushes. Next order of business is to kill the little one. My daughter. I'll wait until the next time she goes to Freddy's. Her favourite is Foxy so I'll tamper with his wiring so that he will bite her when she goes to see him. -Allen"

"Good job. Just remember to keep a low profile. Do your job and hide the clothes and this paper. Don't bother throwing them out, burning them, or washing them. That will be too traceable. Keep them close to you. Keep them safe. I almost have the old animatronics finished. I had them remodelled and fit with a new wiring system. They will be ready within the next decade or so. Still working the kinks out of them. The white fox is having some difficulties. Can't stay together and still not sure what gender it is. It looks female but acts male so I will just leave it like that.
- P"

"My mission to kill my daughter was unsuccessful. She came in on me tampering with Foxy before his show. I didn't think she would be in there at that time. She left the pizzeria before the bite ever happened. We will have to resort to plan B -Allen"

You drop the paper and stagger backwards. You just read that your own father had killed 5 kids and had attempted to kill you. And he had an accomplice. You realize that the stains on the clothes are the from the children he killed. Their blood still visible and rotting. You can't deal with this information so you leave the kitchen and head to your room. You close the door and start pacing back and forth constantly. What are you suppose to do with this kind of information? And who the hell is P? What old animatronics? What the hell is going on and was your mothers death really an accident? You are too overwhelmed with it all so you fall onto your bed and start crying. Soon your bed is stained with your tears. You've cried so much that you have no more tears to cry.

Then you remember in the letter that he hid them underneath the rose bushes. You push yourself up and look out your window. Sure enough, sitting in your backyard are 5 rose bushes. You stand up shakily and make your way to the back yard. You push the back door open and start looking for a shovel. You find one by the corner of the house and pick it up. You slowly walk towards one of the rosebushes. You are praying that there's no bodies of little kids underneath them. But you already know the answer. Your fathers real name is Allen and he worked as a night guard when you were little. Though you never knew where his job was, but now you do. You reach the bush and put the shovel in the ground underneath it. Using all of your strength you push the rosebush out of the ground and start digging. Sure enough the face and body of a little boy is uncovered. You put hand to your mouth trying not to gag and puke. You decide you want to see if all five bushes have a kid underneath them but your pretty sure they do. After you finish digging out all the rosebushes, you uncover four more little bodies. 1 girl and 3 boys. You can't handle looking at them. Partially decayed and mangled beyond recognition. You drop the shovel and run inside. You rush to the bathroom and start to puke your guts out.

15 minutes go by and you finally finish puking. You are so weak from all the crying, puking, shovelling, and emotions that you can barely stand. You stumble out of the bathroom and slowly go towards your room. You make it there and use your bed to keep you standing upright. You undress and put on some pjs. You glance at the time and realize you've been home for 4 hours already and the entire time it was worrying about the fact that your father was a murderer. You crawl into bed praying to god that you were asleep the entire time and it was just a horrible nightmare and that your father was not a murderer. You may hate him but he's still your father and you don't exactly want to be the daughter of a murderer.
A/N
So I'm probably going to get in trouble for posting this but I really don't care. If I don't post another chapter on Tuesday, just assume I got a lecture and are slowly waiting for my chapter to come back to me. That's all for now Little Foxes so I'll see you in the next chapter!!!