[[Heyo Admin here... I've been going through a lot of stuff and so I haven't been able to be as happy with my writing. Sorry about that... Anyways, on another part, please don't beg, it makes me feel extremely guilty and when I feel guilty I tend not to do things. Just warning ya! Anyways, here's your chapter.]] "It's a simple tale. The five of us grew up together. Though it's been so long we can't even remember our own names. We were about ten at the time when it happened. We gathered at Freddy Fazbear's pizza for a birthday party. It was actually, Foxy's birthday if you should know. He was always a mellow fellow. Then a yellow Freddy came up and asked us if we wanted a special treat. Chica, Bonnie, and I thought it was a wonderful idea, but Foxy being the passive boy he was, was quite reluctant. We convinced him to come with us, and sealed all our fates." He took a pause to let out a mournful sigh, and Chica and Bonnie's faces went dark from the memories, "He killed us all you see, stuffed out bodies into the suits. Then the exoskeletons were put inside as well, as if nothing was wrong. We tried to be good. We tried to be good... We tried to be the characters... But one day, Foxy just flipped, and a child came too close. Foxy bit off part of his frontal lobe, and I'm afraid I had to break his jaw to get the child free." He said and then turned his stare on Harley, "You must be extra careful when he's around. We'll keep you safe." He said then grinned widely, patting Harley on the head, "Now the story continues. They finally shut us down because of the blood and mucus oozing from the suits, and we were left on a 'free roaming mode' as they called it. Forcing us to walk around aimlessly, waiting for someone who we could tell our tale to." He leaned in closer to her face and Chica had to hold her in place to keep her from leaning back, "You're that person!" He said and did his classic laugh before standing up, his smile seeming more sinister than before. "And we just don't want Foxy to kill you, my friend!" He said.
Meanwhile, Foxy had reached the Cove finally and frowned, hearing silence in the room, like an oppressing weight in it. There wasn't breath nor heartbeat to be heard inside. "Harley?" He called with a loud squeak of his jaw, "Ye can come out now...? I'm back...?" He called into the Cove before entering with increasing worry. He dropped the tool box and hurried around frantically, moving objects out of the way and throwing things at the other side of the room, "Cursed is me luck! That darned lass is going to her 'erself killed!" He shouted. Where would they take her? To the kitchen? No... The bathrooms? No... The stage... The stage or the storage room! He whipped around and headed back towards the Cove entrance.