-Foxy's Pov-

   I shouldn't have ran, but that memory haunts me to my very core. I am as of right now in the storage room which is next to the backstage area.

I should have just told her. She deserves to know why I am like this. She told me why she was like that before.

"Foxy! Where are you!?" I heard Mangle yell.

-Mangle's Pov-

   I ran after Foxy and my mom and dad followed. We ended up in some sort of storage room.

"Foxy! Where are you!" I yelled.

   I kept looking and soon saw him, on his knees. He looked sad. He was just looking down at the ground and I saw a tear make its way down his cheek.

   My parents and I slowly approach him and I bent down and got on my knees in front of him.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Why are you sorry. You said nothing wrong." he replied.

"I said something that obviously was a sensitive subject. So I am sorry." I said. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

   He just looked at me with tears in his eye when he all of the sudden broke down. He lunged and hugged me, crying.

"I'm a monster." he said.

"What? No you're not." I replied.

"You don't know what I have done. I bit a kid Mangle. He was just a little kid, he came up to me and said I was the best out of me,Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. I was his favorite, and I ruined his life." he said.

   I was shocked to hear this.

"What happened that day?" I asked.

"It was just an ordinary day. I was getting ready to perform for the little kids when I slipped and hit my head. When I woke up it was time to perform, so I went out and did it and at the end of it the kid came up. Then I started going dizzy and everything turned black and the next thing I remember is people running around yelling for someone to call an ambulance and that little kid laying on the ground, missing his frontal lobe." said Foxy.

   I had tears in my eyes. That was such a sad story. Poor Foxy. Now I understand why he was hiding away behind those curtains for so long. He blames himself for doing that to the little kid.

"Foxy, it wasn't your fault. Something happened to you and what ever it was did it. Not you." I said.

"But it was still me physically." he said sadly.

"You didn't have control of your body. You need to quit blaming yourself for something that you couldn't control." I told him.

   I saw my parents and they looked like they had tears in their eyes as well from Foxy's little story.

   Foxy looked at me and something in his eyes changed. They went from sad to content.

"*sigh* You're right. It's just so hard with the memory of that day." he said. "Thank you, for listening and comforting me. It feels like a weight has been lifted now that I had told someone." 

   I smiled.

"You're welcome. Now, what do you say we go back and you go fix yourself." I say.

   He just looks at me and smiles.

"Sure."