"D-daddy?"

It'd been a day since Mangle's death. The floor had been bleached and the wallpaper was changed before the customers and staff even arrived, and Mangle's body had vanished, soon to be buried.

Foxy looked up from a bottle about half full of a liquid he regretted drinking in front of his daughter. He then glanced at the pile of similar yet empty bottles sitting next to him. This was exactly why he'd instructed her to stay with her godfather, the Marionette. She'd be safe, she'd be as happy as she could be. She wouldn't have to see him like this.

"Y-yes... yes lass?" He tried not to slur his speech, and at the same time he tried not to look right at her. When his eyes drifted over to her face, he focused first on her puffy eyes, showing she'd probably been crying for hours Then he looked at her unkempt hair, the bags under her eyes, her dirty and bloody clothes she hadn't yet changed.

"... w-where did mommy go?"

He'd been bracing himself for this question. And now he was ready to spin a story of his own.

"Alice... let's go outside for a little, okay?"

"Alrighty." She climbed onto Foxy's shoulders, and Foxy ran outside. He couldn't really help it. He ran everywhere. He set her on the sidewalk outside and sat next to her.

"W-why are we out here?"

He tapped her shoulder and pointed to the night sky. "You see all those stars up there?"

"Yeah..."

"And you see that one, shining really bright in the middle? That star is your mother, and..." He didn't know why he was getting choked up. "... and she's up there being a star. She'll always be with you, as long as you look up into the sky, and someday we'll be stars too..."

"And we'll get to see mommy?"

"Exactly." He wasn't too good at coming up with stories, but at least he could make his daughter happy, if only for a little while.