Freddys POV: I sigh. Chica had me sit at the table with Bonnie and Goldie. She was making dinner. Foxy wasn't there. I get up with an excuse,"I'll get Foxy..." I walk to the cove that's right around the corner.

While walking I think of what I did with him 20 minutes ago. I sighed. I walk in the cove. Foxy stared at me. I lick my lips. I walk over. "Its time for dinner." I say. "I'm not hungry." "Eat." "IM NOT HUNGRY!" He yells.

I was shocked. He has never yelled. He seemed surprised. He fiddled with his hook, muttering. I sigh. I touch his shoulder.

He looks at me. He pulls away. I soon get irritated,"You really should eat." "What. did. I. just. Say?!" He says. I growl,"You better listen to me, Foxy!" "Your not the boss of-" He stops. I was the boss. I shift my body to side, placing my hand on my hip. He growls.

He shoves me. I stumble backwards,"GET OUT! OUT OF MY COVE!!" I regain myself. I was mad. I walk over to him. He lowers his ears. I grab his arm. "I don't usually do this..." I say. I push him to the ground and I get on him.

He tries to yell out. I cover his mouth,"Dont you dare bite me..." He didn't,"Now..I'm going to release my hand, you will not scream, get loud, or speak. Understood?" He nods his head fast. I release my hand slowly. He stayed quiet.

"Oh, and no fighting, fidgeting, or squirming, okay?" He nods. I reach for his pants and pull them off. His boxers were on. I pull them down. He puts his knees together. He blushes. Ears lowered, he whimpers.