I am still here.

Foxy's systems begin to reboot as his systems begin to warm up. 'That quick?' Was the first thing the fox thought. 'Where's Mangle?' Was his second. It felt instantaneous to him. It was like he was shut down an hour ago, and he's waking up now.

Wait a minute...

His voicebox took a while to reboot, but it eventually came back to his control. "Hello? Andrew? Freddy?" Foxy calls, coughing after not using his larynx for years; it certainly didn't feel like years. He moves his joints around, but found that it wasn't that difficult. 'Must've oiled it' he thinks, twisting his hand.

Foxy sits up and looks around the room he was in, which looked to be more of a stage, albeit a spacious one. It didn't look ready for anything, that's for sure. In fact, the room looked like it was for storage. Boxes in piles were everywhere, all looking the same. Wooden boxes and pallets were strewn about in small piles, giving Foxy very little room to move around or do anything. Foxy turns his head to the left to see a purple curtain, decorated with small white stars. Where was he?

Foxy heard some voices and sounds of preparations, whatever that sounds like. Finding no interest on the stage he was in, he slightly shifts the curtain open. Should he peek through?

"Wouldn't hurt," he mumbles. He opens it just enough so his head could poke out. Foxy's vision was immediately met with a security camera. "Woah hello..." he says, awkwardly waving at it.

The crimson robot hops off of his stage, finding that the alcove was connected to a much larger...dining area. It was similarly trashed with wooden boxes, but Foxy didn't mind. Oddly, no one was here. Foxy could've sworn that he heard human voices around.

'I think Mangle is around...' Foxy first thinks, leaving the dining area. He didn't even take note of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica on Show Stage.

Shuffling through the halls (which were bare), he found no signs of anything, without a single sentient object in sight. Foxy opened the door to the Supply Closet. He immediately grew fond of the small, enclosed space, but moved on, finding no one inside.

Foxy leaves the hallway and heads for the restrooms, just to see if anyone was there. But to no avail, there were still no signs of anyone anywhere. Foxy then checked the kitchen, which was full of packaged cookware and cardboard boxes. Practically wading through it, Foxy found nothing of interest.

He heads down the East Hall, hoping there was an answer there. His ears drooping, he finds nothing and begins to walk away. 'Why am I alone in the new pizzeria?' He thought, that is before he heard a door slam shut behind him.

Whirling around, he noticed that the darkness wasn't a wall, but in fact leading to a doorway. 'I was wondering why there was a dead end hallway...' he thinks, eagerly rushing to the metal door. Disliking the seemingly excessive protection, Foxy bangs on the door to get someone to open it.

Foxy looks through the window at the side of the door, seeing a man looking through a tablet, similar to Jeremy. "Hello?" he says. "Anyone there?"

A security guard looks over the window behind the steel door, immediately recoiling in surprise. "Hey...look buddy...I won't hurt you...alright?"

"Go away!" The man yells. Foxy sighs, peering through the window of the East Hall again.

"Look, sir...fine...have you seen another fox around here? A white one? Yeah, last time I saw her she was all bent up and broken. I'm sure you've seen her-"

"The Mangle?" The security guard said, much to Foxy's surprise. His ears perk up.

"Yeah! Mangle!"

"Oh they scrapped him years ago. Why were you looking for him?" The security night guard asked, now confident that the fox wouldn't try to harm him.

"Oh...uh...where?"

"Where what?"

"Where did they scrap her?" The guard stopped to think about it.

"I don't remember, but it was another place like this. Somewhere uptown. But why were you looking for him?"

"Uh...well..." Foxy clears his throat. "SHE actually was a...good friend...of mine, and I haven't seen her for years now..." The guard nods his head. "It's been about eight years now since I've seen her. What's changed?"

The night watch smirks. "Believe me, it's not worthwhile."

"How so?"

"Meh. Didn't really like the concept of laziness by technology. Neither did my parents..." the night guard reaches for the green Door button. "You wouldn't...ATTACK...me, right?"

Foxy shakes his head. "I wouldn't have a reason to." The guard hesitated for a bit before pressing the button, the steel door flying upwards.

"I'm Mike Schmidt. I heard you were Foxy the Pirate Fox," Mike introduces, causing Foxy to chuckle.

"Aye."

"Needed to save my power so I let this door open. Sorry if the heat in here bothers you out there."

"Nah it's fine." The two stand there in silence, not sure what they're waiting for. Foxy takes a step inside his office, finding it quite spacious. Looking around, Foxy found a stack of monitors on the table. He also found the infamous electric fan and numerous different drawings decorating the walls. A big poster with 'CELEBRATE' in big letters showcased Bonnie, Chica and Freddy all on a stage. Foxy frowns. Why wasn't he with them?

Suddenly, Foxy hears footsteps on the West Hall. "What was that?" Foxy says. Mike reaches over to the door light, revealing Bonnie.

Shrieking, the guard slams the door shut. "Dude, why did you that?" Foxy asks, confused about the night guard's fear of Bonnie.

"He's gonna kill me man..." he mumbles, furiously checking the cameras for Chica, who happened to be right in the room with them. "Where's the duck, where's the duck-"

"I'm a chicken, you idiot!" Mike whirls in his swivel chair, freezing in place when he sees Chica ominously standing in front of him. She lets out a screech before she lunges at Mike, her head violently twitching. Foxy puts his hand out to stop her.

"Whoa! What are you doing?!" Foxy questions, putting his arms out to push the angry robot back. She responds with a snarl, shoving Foxy out of the way. Mike bolts out of the room, zipping down the East Hall into the restrooms.

"What is your PROBLEM?!" Chica asks in a rather demonic-sounding voice. Her eyes turned black with white pinpricks for pupils, adding to the haunted look. Toy Chica and Toy Freddy are the only animatronics Foxy knew that ever did that, but why these models? Maybe the retrofitting of the newer technology back then changed their behavior, but it certainly doesn't explain the eyes. That was totally new.

Chica slams the DOOR button with a clenched fist, letting Bonnie in the room. His eyes looked normal though, much to Foxy's relief.

'What...is going on...' Foxy says in his mind, which was jumbled in a mess of possibilities.

"Well...this'll be a LOONG five nights, won't it, Mr. Schmidt?" Chica says in her haunted voice, storming past Foxy. She stomps down the East Hall, making conspicuous clanking with her metal feet, her path set for Mike.

Well, there you have it!

I doubt this chapter's too exciting, but I have a good story planned out, so stay put!

And no, I still don't own FNaF, its characters or the cover picture. Cover credit goes to fnaf_shadow_toybonnie on Tumblr or whatnot.

Thanks anyways!

-DWalkthroughGuy