Foxy's POV:

A few boring days passed by sluggishly. Foxy thought he'd die from boredom. Now it was late at night on a Saturday and Foxy had no idea what to do.

Animatronics didn't need sleep like humans did but short rests every few days stopped the electronics inside them from overheating.

Mangle was resting in Kid's Cove with Rain. Foxy usually rested beside them but he had woken up and decided to hang out by the small, cloudy window of Parts and Service.

Foxy stared out of the window and stared at the glaring lights of the outside world. He hated being locked away from the human world but it was for the best, otherwise they would be taken away to that place where Mangle was taken.

"But what if we acted like humans. We can already look like them if we want... I wonder what school is like.. What it must be like to get a job.." Foxy mumbled to himself absent mindedly.

He was brought out of his thoughts by shouts coming from outside the window. He looked out to see a man wearing a hoodie carrying a struggling child towards the main doors of the pizzaria.

Foxy immediately stood up and rushed silently towards the front doors to see the man break open the padlock on the other side and step in, with the shouting kid in tow.

The man slipped off his hood and Foxy saw the man had dyed purple hair. "Oh no." Foxy hid in the shadows so that he couldn't be seen. That purple guy that killed Rain was back! Why was he here?!

Foxy wanted to wake the others but he couldn't risk leaving the purple guy alone. What if he did something while Foxy was waking everyone?

What did Mangle say his name was? Didn't she say somthing like mince...? Oh! Foxy remembered and whisper-yelled aloud, "Vincent!"

The purple guy stopped and looked up, "Who's there? Show yourself!" He glared around the darkness and Foxy felt his cold gaze pass over him. Luckily Vincent didn't seem to see Foxy and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Whoever just called my name will get a knife in their chest unless they speak up now!" Vincent yelled into the darkness and Foxy shuffled further away but ended up brushing against one of the many drawings that were stuck on the walls. The paper made a loud rustling sound before falling to the ground. Foxy held his breath.

Vincent shoved the little boy to the ground, and ordered, "Stay there!" The little boy, who looked no older than 7, whimpered and shuffled against the wall. Then Vincent turned towards the hallway and began creeping forwards. Foxy knew he would be found if he stayed where he was any longer.

"Come out here! I'm counting to 5, and if you don't show yourself..." he trailed off and shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a knife, the same knife he used to kill Rain. Foxy felt anger rise up inside of him.

Foxy bared his teeth in a growl and sprung from where he was hiding. He landed on Vincent and knocked the purple guy off his feet with an "Oof!"

Foxy threw his fist and hook at the purple guy's face and got in three good blows before he was kneed in the stomach. Foxy rolled off Vincent and stood up, "Get out of here!" He yelled, trying to make enough noise to warn the others.

Vincent laughed, his murderous grin still clear on his face even in the darkness. "Not a chance. I've come here plenty of times; it's my place."

It seemed that Vincent hadn't fully seen Foxy and didn't realise he was an animatronic. It made sense; his eyesight wasn't as good as Foxy's in the darkness.

Foxy growled, "This is my place! " He let out a cry of fury and launched himself at Vincent.

"Really? How?" The purple guy dodged Foxy and sliced his knife down his side.

Foxy snarled and grabbed onto Vincent's wrists and shoved him outside the pizzaria. In the moonlight, the purple guy could clearly see Foxy. A look of surprise passed over his face and he laughed, "Oh what a great surprise! I told you we'd meet again!"

Foxy growled and stepped back into the pizzaria. He turned to look at the little boy and whispered, "Run. I'll distract him."

The boy nodded softly, tears stained his cheeks but he bravely took a deep breath and wiped away the tears. He sat up, ready to make a run for it.

As Vincent charged through the doors, Foxy knocked him sideways and he slammed into the wall. Foxy was about to throw his hook down when the purple guy whispered something inaudible. "What?"

"Toast..."

"Pardon?" Foxy was confused until he saw Vincent holding a piece of toast in his hand. Where did that come from?! The toast was bent, as if it had been stuffed in his pocket. It probably had.

"Toast!" Vincent yelled again and tossed the toast at Foxy. It hit Foxy on the forehead and sat there for a while. Foxy stared at the purple guy with a blank face as it slid down his face.

"Seriously? A murderer using toast as a weapon?" Foxy couldn't keep the mock from his voice.

"Toast is very handy." Vincent stated boldly and watched as it fell onto the ground with a 'splat.'

"Uh huh.." Foxy took a step back and, with all his might yelled, "Everyone wake up there's an intruder!!"

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I had to put toast in xD sorreh