You quit working 2 days in at Freddy Fazbears for a goddamn reason- The moving animatronics, the eerie hallways and the echoing sounds. The place was old, bound to get destroyed soon, you’d think it didn’t matter that you had quit this job.

But a simple call made you come back. The owner calling to say he needed you back because the rest of his hired night guards after you, had gone missing. Or were found in tiny shreds of crimson along the black and white checkered floors. That man is so lucky you had no luck finding another job.

Night 1, all over again. Sitting in the old leather chair, flicking on the flashlight to check the two vents to your right. Then the large hallway in front of you. The red, and familiar fox poised down the hall made you hold your flashlight there. Foxy stared down the hall, the light flashing into his sensitive optics.

He didn’t make a sound, he just stood like a deer in the headlights. He’s supposed to go away, the lights supposed to set him off. But Foxy came closer. Closer into the office, before he was in the door frame. His body curled down to bend under it.

Neck arching to the side, his red hair fell over his face in a messy manner. The eyepatch over his right eye shifting as he moved his face to rest flat. How were you supposed to know he was upset you quit months ago? How was he supposed to react? He had no idea.