"And this room--" Spring introduced with a welcoming point of the hand-- "is where all our secrets are held. No one goes in this room. If you are caught in this room by any of us . . ." Spring pulled his sharp knife out of his back pocket. "You get the picture." He put it back. Foxy gulped.

        "If you didn't want us in there, why would you tell us about it?" Chica asked.

        "That way you know what trouble you shouldn't get into," Mari said estatically. 

        Foxy jumped as someone's hand slapped on his back. He gasped and spun around, hitting someone in the face. When he'd fully gained a sense of who he'd hit, he was shocked. Bonnie was bent over, rubbing the side of her face through her purple hair. Foxy put his hands over his mouth and shuffled over to her, showering her with "Are you alright?" and "Need any help?"

        She put a hand out. "No, I'm fine, Foxy. Just kinda hurts . . ." She stood up, flipping her hair up over her head. "I'm fine."

        Her eyes widened and looked back at the painting in the back. "Guys, that painting over there! Do you know what happens when--"

       Foxy saw Gold appear behind her, locking his forearm over her head and closing over her mouth, gagging her. She tried to attack and wiggle out of it, but Gold kept his hold firmly. He started to drag her backward. Foxy ran forward to help her, but he felt an iron grip close on his wrists. He was yanked backward and he fell to the ground, pain forcing itself through his head.

        "She's not supposed to talk about the painting," a gentle and salty voice said. Foxy squinted and looked up, seeing Mari above him, his face as serious as stone.

       Foxy started, "But what if Bonnie--"

        Pain blew through his head again as he felt Mari's shoe make contact with his head. His vision went starry as blackness closed in on his vision. It was only his eyelids as his eyes lolled up into their sockets and he was unconscious.

        *        *        *        *        *

        When Foxy woke up, he was in some sort of dark hallway, a blue light illuminating the darkness. He pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his head in confusion and pain. Where was he?

        Foxy started walking down the hall, his footsteps being the only thing he ever heard. When he got to the end, he was in a cylindrical room, the floor being brought to a downward incline from all directions. In the center was a blue orb on a pedestal.

        What was going on?

        The pedestal and the orb looked very alluring. Foxy walked around it for a moment, studying it. What was it? What was its purpose? The only way to find out.

        Foxy's hand outstretched towards it to feel its smooth surface. Everything around him seemed to change. He was in a pitch black room with no one else in it. All he could see was nothing--

        Until he saw someone. They seemed to be lit up, as though they had a spotlight on them. No, that wasn't it. There wasn't any light filtering from above. 

        He squinted at the person. Was he looking in a mirror or something? The person looked exactly like Foxy!

        No, it didn't look like Foxy.

        It was Foxy.

        Suddenly, the other Foxy spoke in a voice that sounded like it was right next to Foxy, even though it was a handful of yards away. "You're not real," he mocked.

        "No," Foxy said. "I'm the real Foxy. You're just some copy of me, now go away."

        The other Foxy laughed, but in a demonic way. Suddenly, he was closer to Foxy. "Really? Because I'm the Foxy that everyone wants to know. A Foxy that isn't a cryyybabyyy." He smiled a sickening grin.

        Foxy was agitated. He knew he cried a lot, but did this Foxy even know who he was? Heck, the other Foxy was Foxy. The real Foxy spoke, his voice raising in volume. "You'd never be me. I'm the one who suddenly woke up in this place. You're the one I saw. You're the fake one."

        The other Foxy was even closer to Foxy. Foxy could now see that his eyes were pure black. His voice dropped to the demonic sounding voice Foxy had heard him laugh in. "I am the real Foxy." This echoed through wherever they were.

        Foxy's eyes widened as the fake Foxy divided into two identical Foxys. They each chanted, "I am the real Foxy."

        Each of them split again, once again saying, "I am the real Foxy."

        After every split, they would say, "I am the real Foxy." Each clone of the fake Foxy would chant this horrible lie. Foxy could do nothing about it. Soon, they were all stretching out in a long line. They screamed in a horrible chant, "I AM THE REAL FOXY!"

        Soon, Foxy turned to the side and saw that they were all stretching out backward in an infinite line of exact replicas. They chanted in one large demonic voice, "I AM THE REAL FOXY!"

        "No!" Foxy screamed, screaming so loud it felt like acid was being poured down his throat. 

        Almost like his denial was a command, the army of identical Foxys started to charge for him, becoming uneven. They started to form a big circle around him. Foxy could only watch as the circle grew in size. Foxy would die if he didn't know what to do.

        The room went quiet, every Foxy in the room absolutely still. It was dead quiet.

        Then they all shouted again, so abrupt Foxy jumped. "I AM THE REAL FOXY!" They charged inward toward Foxy.

        What would he do? Run away? Cry? No, most definitely not. He had to fight back.

        Still, the intensity of it all, got down on him, like a weight that dragged him to the ground. He even began sinking to the ground, horrified of the clones of Foxy.

        He thought to himself, Am I the real Foxy?

        Yes. I am.

        Foxy put his hands over his neck as he knelt down, hunching over into a ball, letting the violence take over him. The Foxys would maul him, but at least he knew he was the real one.

        The screaming was loud, but nothing was happening to him. Why weren't they attacking him? Didn't they know he was some sort of imposter?

        When he looked up he saw that all of them were coming down on him, but exploding on contact with Foxy's skin. He didn't feel the explosions. It was actually quite beautiful, seeing all the fire around him. It was absolutely beautiful to be inside of a flame.

        It was very entertaining, seeing the Foxys punch him in the face and explode on contact. He liked it, but after a little, it got annoying. It was all they did--punch and explode.

        When he looked up, he saw another Foxy falling down stomach first. It wasn't like the rest that were around Foxy--the ones that simply attacked and exploded. This one was actually falling down, staring at Foxy with cold black eyes. It will explode. Foxy thought.

        But when it landed on Foxy's head, pain enveloped him and fire was all he saw. That was the real clone. The rest were just clones of the clone.

        But Foxy found himself flying backward, light suddenly returning to the room. He soon realized that light wasn't returning to the room. The room was just falling apart as explosions rocked the air.

        The room flaked away very quickly, only being left with a few black squares. Soon, those flicked away and the Foxys inside rained out of the black room downward.

        Everything looked like a 360 degree sky in all directions. Puffy clouds and bright blue skies stretched everywhere around him in a globe. It was like being in space with Earth's sky.

        Suddenly, black flakes shot up from the ground. Foxy spun around in the air as each passed him, forming some kind of shape in the sky. Foxy squinted and stared up into the air as a human face was being formed, nothing to fill in the eyes and mouth. It was extremely detailed.

        It smiled down at him and laughed in fake Foxy's demonic voice. "No one likes you." The black face zoomed downward towards Foxy and pain was all he knew.

        *        *        *        *        *

        Foxy woke up on the ground in the secret room in their school. The room was completely empty.

        Suddenly, a thought rang through Foxy's mind--a horrible thought.

        Bonnie.