ART IS NOT MINE! ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR!! Your a child who is in Freddy Fazbear's pizza. After about half an hour of you being there, a voice plays over the speaker telling everyone to leave and go home. But you didn't have a real home. You creep under a table, hiding there behind the table cloth. Some kid left a Foxy plush they didn't want, so you took it. You hug it tight as you hear loud, heavy, mechanical foot steps come closer. After a second, a hook reaches down and pulls up the cloth, revealing you. As the animatronic bent down, you see it was Foxy!

Foxy:Yarg. Are you alright there, matey?

He asked, his pirate accent making you feel less intimated. He looks over and notices your plush. He smiled a real smile when he saw you holding it close. Not a smile he'd put on when people asked if he was okay, when he didn't really feel ok. He holds out his hand, his hook still holding up.

Foxy:I won't hurt ya, matey.