Author's Note: (a longer one)

Hello, everyone! I got some input back from you and the few that did reply said they'd read either a reboot or a sequel for the most part, and there were a few distinct choices. I went with a reboot cuz I think the original story got WAY too weird. Like, what was even the ending. XD Idk, I promise there will be no crazy out-of-Equestria experiences this time!

This story will probably go slower than the other one because it's going to focus more on Foxy's mental state and stuff. I want less random, and more deliberate drama that doesn't jump all over. More in-character stuff as well. There will be quite a bit that is similar to the first story, like this first chapter, but a lot will be different as well. Hence the entire rewrite.

Be prepared for slow updates as well because my mental state is questionable at best and it takes a LOT of motivation for me to do anything. I'll try my best to write chapters in good time; but remember, feedback makes it easier. ;) Just saying. Plus, I apologize in advance for how stiff my writing is in this first chapter(s). I haven't really written all that much since last year.

I'll probably be uploading random drawings of the characters to my DeviantArt as well (I have some up already, I'm trying to rework my designs of them) throughout the story. If you're interesting in how I personally imagine them, feel free to check them out. I'm not promising good stuff, though. XD My username over there is HeroinCat302. (For some reason, idk, I was like 12.) XD

Sorry for the freaking essay, but I just needed to address the initial changes from the OG story to this one. I hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think of the first chapter!

Takes place in MLP S1.

Also, be prepared for more of Freddy being a HUGE douche. :D

"Rest easy, my sister; as always, I shall guard the night."

Celestia dips her head at Luna as she passes, heading inside. The dark princess walks with practiced stride to the balcony's edge and summons her magic to begin the process of raising the moon. It's not hard anymore, practically as easy as breathing, but Luna still likes to make a spectacle for herself. She knows others appreciate her work now.

Luna finishes lifting the moon to its pinnacle in the night sky and then lets herself watch over the subdued city that is Canterlot. Her attentive gaze sweeps over the streets and buildings, searching for any sign of possible trouble—there really isn't much of it these days, at least, but every once in a while, there is a bout of frowned upon activity that bubbles up in the dark. Tonight is quiet, it seems.

Luna casts one final check over the sleepy city before closing her eyes. Her horn lighting, she springs a shooting star into the sky. She likes to tune in and listen to the wishes of her subjects; mostly they are simple, yearning words, but often times she hears the whimsical want of a foal, as they love shooting stars the most.

Tonight, she hears many things; she smirks as she catches the whisper of a filly in Trottingham wishing for a 'kitty cat' for her birthday tomorrow; an old mare hoping her daughter's wedding goes well. Luna lets her magic roam about to dip in and out of ponies' wishes, listening casually, but unlike the city streets, tonight is not so quiet here.

The moon is rising outside of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The dayshift employees have all clocked out, and it's only a matter of hours before the nightshift arrives. Inside, the halls are empty and silent . . .

Foxy slips out of Pirate Cove as quietly as he can, though the creaking of his rusted joints makes it harder than it has to be, and sneaks down the hall. He doesn't dare go anywhere near the Stage, as he knows the others are awake and conscious in there; running into any of them at this time, especially Freddy, would be a mistake.

Foxy just wants to stretch his robotic limbs without bothering any of the other animatronics. His claws click on the linoleum, and the sound is so unnaturally loud in this eerie environment; the pirate swears it's the loudest noise he'll ever hear and winces when he stumbles over a step and the sound reverberates down the empty hallway. He pauses briefly, waiting to see if he can hear any approaching footsteps. Thankfully, all is quiet, so he continues on.

Foxy comes to a window at the end of the hall and slows as he nears it, ears tipping back.

Ya do this every time, stop bein' such a scaredy fox, Foxy tells himself with a small roll of his eyes, annoyed that he always approaches this window so tentatively but knowing that he'll never come near without being careful. He's not scared of anything particular—at least he thinks.

Foxy pauses a step away from the window, eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Shaking it off, he finally rests his worn hand and hook on the sill, feeling his tensed parts relax slightly. The trip to this point is nerve wracking and stressful, but once he's here, he's more at ease.

Outside the small window, cars pass idly by the restaurant. Foxy can see over the tops of the low roofed buildings that are across the street, giving him a view of the night sky. Few stars speckle the darkness—at least, Foxy can't see that many. Looking into the abyss he can see gives him a funny feeling in his circuits; it always does. Foxy's not sure why that happens either. But he does enjoy seeing something beyond the run-down interior of Pirate Cove day after day.

What was that?

Something shiny streaks across the portion of the sky he can see, and he jerks his head to get a better angle. The sudden movement makes his broken jaw give a whiny creak, but Foxy doesn't pay it any attention as he follows the tiny speck in the sky, his eyepatch now flipped up.

Ain't that one a' them . . . what are they called . . . shootin' stars? The ones the kiddos like. Said they grant wishes or somethin' . . .

Foxy stares at the spot the shooting star passed by for a long moment, thinking.

A shootin' star, huh? Couldn't hurt to try, right? A broken ol' bot like me could use a wish, he thinks. Foxy then snorts, knowing it's a stupid idea, but it isn't like it matters anyway; dreams don't come true, especially not for him. Aye, I've learned that one many a times. But . . .

"Mm . . . whatever, might as well . . . even though it's stupid," the pirate grumbles to himself. He closes his eyes and concentrates, forcing all of his willpower into this one action.

I wish . . . I could be happy again. Me life has been a world of mistakes and hurt, and I've done some bad things, but . . . but I just wanna be happy. I wanna be wanted. By someone, anyone. Doesn't matter who, just let it be. Please.

Foxy lifts his head a few seconds after his wish, and instantly, he feels like an idiot for even acknowledging his wants and voicing them, even though he's not done so vocally.

"Stupid fox . . . whatdaya think that did for ya? Absolutely nothin', that's what," Foxy chastises, pushing himself back from the window and mechanically flipping his eyepatch down again. Even though he's frustrated with himself, he finds himself staring, lost in thought, at the window.

"Foxy!"

The pirate starts as the yell brings him back to reality. He jerks around and sees Freddy standing at the end of the hall, his imposing figure cast in shadow, standing almost to the ceiling and blocking his only way back to Pirate Cove.

Freddy crosses his arms and levels a hard look at the worn animatronic at the other end of the hall. "It's almost midnight. Get back to the Cove—now."

Foxy doesn't argue; he nods and looks down, abashed, feeling heat rise in his circuits at being caught, and he hurriedly sets off back to his room. Staying small and low, he slips past Freddy, who has stepped to the side to let the fox pass. Foxy senses Freddy only a few steps behind him, and a wave of relief washes over him as he returns to Pirate Cove. Freddy doesn't bother stopping on his way back to the Show Stage.

Foxy sneaks back through the purple curtains and lets himself relax. Nothing good ever comes from crossing Freddy, and he's glad the bear is in a forgiving mood tonight.

See what bein' dumb gets ya? Freddy snappin' at yer heels, ya blast idiot, Foxy berates, telling himself it could have been worse but he's glad it wasn't.

Foxy sags to the floor, his joints creaking, and leans up against the shoddy pirate ship that sits in his area. Closing his eyes, he deactivates until it's time.

Luna's ears prick up at the voice that drifts into her mind. Furrowing her brows, she tunes in on the words to distinguish the message.

". . . I wish . . . happy again . . . mistakes and hurt . . . wanna be wanted . . . please . . ."

The voice is strange and distorted, and Luna frowns. She can hear the pain behind the thought, for that's what it is, truly, but the one responsible for the wish is hard to find. The princess can't distinguish where this voice is coming from.

Luna lifts her face to the night air and opens her eyes; despite the anonymity, something within the voice sparks a part of her—the part that still feels guilt and remorse over becoming Nightmare Moon. She can feel similar emotions from this strange entity.

"I have to know more," Luna whispers. She abruptly turns from the balcony and walks briskly inside, plotting down the tower's spiraling staircase with determination. She passes a few night guards, who nod to her, but she ignores them for the time being as she escapes to her chambers. Once inside, she hops onto her bed and places her head on her forelegs as if she is about to go to sleep, closing her eyes.

Luna reopens her eyes to find herself in the dreamscape. Her horn alit and guiding her, she follows the signal over many a magical path to her intended destination. She's not sure where she'll end up, for the voice was faraway and exotic, but she did indeed hear the wish in the first place. That can only mean she'll find the origin.

One thing she can tell, however, is that this is from beyond Equestria's borders.

Her magic leads her on for what seems like forever, but Luna doesn't turn back, even as the dreamscape gets progressively darker and more foreign. She doesn't recognize this place anymore, but she pays little attention to that; the dreamscape is infinitely large and changing.

At the end of the path, she finds herself standing in front of a purple curtain. Luna inspects it with caution; it's different from the normal doors that lead her into ponies' dreams. It obviously has the same purpose as a door here, as it stops abruptly with no definitive edges, and there's a small gap for her to pass through. It's simply strange—then again, the whole situation is.

Luna pushes ahead with little hesitation after her initial inspection. The curtain swishes closed after her.

Now inside a room, Luna glances around. A stage sits before her, one with the same purple curtains she's used to get into the dream. Something about the room makes her wonder if she's not entirely in the dreamscape because all the scenery seems to be moving—glitching, she supposes is the apt word.

From nowhere, small beings appear in the room, surrounding the stage. Luna backs up, unsure of what she's looking at. They are short and seem excited; the princess decides they're probably this place's version of foals.

This is probably one of their dreams, the princess thinks, though she can't find the exact one.

The curtain opens, and Luna directs her attention back on stage. Surprise lights up in her mind; what seems to be an abnormally large bipedal fox stands as the center of attention. No, not just a fox, a robotic fox. Some sort of act. The kids in the room begin cheering, and Luna comes to the realization that this is not one of their dreams—it's the fox's, and that's why the room and everything that is a part of the dream is glitching.

Luna feels worry gnawing at her belly; something is going to go wrong here.

"Arg, little landlubbers, are ye all ready for an adventure with Foxy?" the animatronic asks. He—for the fox is definitely a he—is not looking at the crowd; his eyes are glued ahead. There's a programmed smile on his face, and Luna can't help but notice how large his teeth are.

The kids are still ecstatic as the act continues. 'Foxy' goes through what is probably a daily routine of getting the kids riled up and asking them to sing along to his "pirate song."

Luna watches the event with piqued interested. It all seems rather fun, the whole act; the kids are singing and shouting and laughing along. Some of them are wearing masks with not only Foxy's face but other animals on them. For a brief moment, Luna wonders if this dream isn't going to end badly.

The act slams to a halt as Foxy suddenly glitches, his arms stuck in midair and voice stuttering. Luna is almost surprised because she has been so engrossed in the proceedings, but now the situation is devolving.

"Sorry kids, it seems Foxy's having some technical difficulties," someone new says. It's a bigger version of the small things, an adult, Luna guesses. The adult steps forward and begins to shoo the kids away from the edge of the stage and away from the glitching pirate. The kids cry out in dismay. "Don't worry, I'm sure Foxy will be ready again soon. Why don't you all leave and go watch Freddy's band?"

"But I like Foxy most!" one of the kids yells, clutching a Foxy plushie to his chest.

"Now, I get that, but Foxy isn't feeling good right now—"

"I can help Foxy!" The kid darts forward, between the adult's legs, and steps right up to the animatronic on stage. He grabs at Foxy's outstretched arm, and the second they connect, it's officially a nightmare.

Luna flinches at the sound; screaming follows, lots of it, and the whole room erupts in panic. She painstakingly raises her face again to get another look. Blood is spattered everywhere—dripping down Foxy's jaw and chest, pooling on the floor, all over the poor victim. The adult who had been trying to clear the area is standing, shell-shocked, with one foot in a growing puddle of red.

"Wait, don't run away! I didn't—I didn't mean to!"

Luna is so preoccupied watching the chaos that she is startled by Foxy suddenly reawakening.

The animatronic is standing on stage, alone, as the screaming children funnel toward the door. The room glitches once, twice, three times in an extreme bout of static.

"Don't leave me!"

Luna is slammed out of the nightmare as it ends, ending up floating just above the path in the dreamscape. Her heart hammers in her chest; the grisly sight leaves a sour taste in her mouth.

I've seen enough, Luna thinks, and the next second, she's back in her room. She sits up. Her mind races—she doesn't think she's ever been so conflicted in her life. Well, mostly.

The animatronic, Foxy, is the one who wished on her star? Just the fact what she would consider a nonliving being managed to make a wish and dream is strange enough, but for one to be remorseful and sad?

It seems implausible, but I have just seen it with mine own two eyes, Luna thinks as she stands from the bed and begins to pace, but what can I do with this information? This being is from a different world. The princess pauses in her pacing as she walks past the tall window in her room. Her gaze ends up in the direction of Ponyville, the town a mere smudge from this distance.

Those little ponies are very good at finding redeeming qualities in those who have partaken in bad things. Luna feels a stirring of hope within her chest. She smiles lightly. I shall convene with my sister in the morn. I know of someone who could use a second chance.

"Are you sure about this, Luna? Other worlds can be dangerous by themselves, let alone creatures from them," Celestia says, "and from what you've told me, this 'Foxy' character seems to be one of the more dangerous ones."

"I do not believe that he is purposely dangerous. What happened was indeed an accident, and I felt his regret and sadness at his actions," Luna explains. "I know it may be hard for you to understand, but I felt some sort of . . . connection. His feelings are very similar to how mine were after the Elements of Harmony freed me of the Nightmare, and I think that leaving this being—however strange he and the world around him may be—alone and desolate is no way to live a life."

Celestia watches her sister closely, examining her. Tilting her head, she continues, "So you'd like to transport him here to help him overcome these thoughts?"

Luna nods.

The sun princess breaks into a light smile. "Well then, I won't stop you; I am confident in your ability to assess the situation and help this creature. What do you plan to do with him once he is here?"

"There's an exceptional group of ponies that comes to mind," Luna replies with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, there is." Celestia lets a small laugh escape before she turns to leave her sister's chamber. "Don't allow me to keep your goal at bay—do what you think is right. Now, however, I have royal duties to attend to. You, my sister, may rest now." With that, the eldest goddess exits the room, doors closing behind her.

Luna, now alone, turns to the window. She will rest, of course; it's daylight, and she's tired from her nightly duties. She will have to access the dreamscape again to track down Foxy's person in order to cast any spell, so it will wait until night falls. She watches the dawn for a moment before drawing her curtains closed and retiring to her bed.

Foxy's circuits whir loudly as he suddenly jerks awake from his resting state. Confused, he looks around the room; the camera isn't on yet, indicating that it's not yet midnight. He typically spends most the day powered off, waiting for roaming mode to begin.

What time is it? he wonders, sitting up. Immediately, his circuits buzz angrily, and Foxy's senses go haywire. He can't feel himself anymore; it's almost like he's not inside his own suit. He tries to push himself to his feet and stumbles, unsure of where his limbs are.

"W-what the-? Am I malfunctionin'?" Foxy asks aloud as he inspects his hand and hook. He shakes each arm, trying to get some feeling back into them, but he still just feels as though they're not there.

Damn, the pirate swears. The room is practically spinning around him; something is definitely wrong with his controls. He won't be able to fix himself, and the only one who can actually do something is . . .

Foxy thinks a shiver goes up his spine, but of course, he has no idea because he's currently having his out-of-body experience. The last thing he wants to do is even walk to the Show Stage, let alone ask Freddy to take a look at his circuits. But that's the only option unless he just wants to wait this out and hope it goes away.

Please let Freddy be in a good mood tonight, Foxy whimpers internally as he peeks his head out of Pirate Cove to glance down the dark hallway. He finds it hard to walk right, not knowing if he's actually putting his feet where he wants them, but he needs to find out why he's feeling like this—that is, nothing at all. His whole body seems far away, out of his reach.

Foxy drags himself to the doorway of the Show Stage and hesitates, staying in the shadows of the hallway to avoid being seen. Does he really want to risk being snapped at and embarrassed? Fighting internally with himself, he shifts nervously where he's leaning up against the wall.

"Foxy, what're you doing?" Freddy asks gruffly as the pirate appears in the doorway, nearly tripping over his feet as he takes a step. The bear is sitting on a table adjacent to the stage.

Foxy finds it hard to respond at first, with all these eyes on him—behind Freddy, onstage, Bonnie and Chica are peering at him with flat expressions.

"I, uh, think there's somethin' wrong with my, um, c-circuits," Foxy stutters, taking another step closer. He's usually not allowed in the Show Stage, and he hesitates to go any farther in.

Freddy's eyes narrow, but only for a brief moment, and he beckons the pirate forward with a mechanical finger. Foxy hurries over, knowing Freddy doesn't like to be kept waiting, even though he's probably walking with a limp right now.

The bigger animatronic turns Foxy around when he closes the distance; Foxy knows he can't feel anything, but subconsciously he thinks he can sense Freddy opening the panel on his back. The phantom sensation and the thought of the bear looking into his already damaged circuits makes Foxy feel exposed and vulnerable. He knows that if Freddy truly wanted him shut off, he would have done it way back when, but still, the pirate fears that his boss will do just that. Bonnie and Chica are also there, watching, putting him more on edge.

"Hmm . . . nothing seems more out of place than normal," Freddy eventually says, apparently done with his inspection.

Foxy twitches in surprise when he finally hears something besides his own anxious thoughts, but quickly recuperates and says, "B-but I can't feel anythin'!" He turns around despite not knowing if Freddy has already closed his control panel and sees an annoyed expression on the bear's face.

"You've always been glitchy. I don't know what to tell you," Freddy says. "There's nothing to fix."

"Then why do I feel—"

"Foxy." Freddy's tone is sharp now, obviously done with the situation. The pirate's argument dissolves and he's sure he's shrinking in on himself now. "Go back to the Cove."

Foxy refrains from whimpering and just drops his shoulders, unhappy. He hasn't gotten the solution he was hoping for, and now he's stuck feeling nothing. He turns around and walks unsteadily towards the door, yearning for the solitude of his room.

"M . . . Maybe roaming mode will help you feel better?" Chica calls as Foxy's leaving, and the words surprise him; she is slightly warmer to him than the two others, but she still doesn't go out of her way to talk to or see him. Foxy glances over his shoulder briefly and sees her shrug lightly, a strange look on her face. He nods once, acknowledging her words and continues on.

So stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did ya bother? Now Freddy dislikes ya even more, Foxy berates himself. He trips into Pirate Cove, frustrated with himself. He still can't feel anything physically and it's wearing on his nerves—he doesn't like it! He honestly wants to throw a temper tantrum in his room, but he knows it won't solve anything.

Foxy places his hand on the edge of the fake ship onstage and sighs—he's tired, and he wishes it were midnight already. He decides to just power off again until then, like every other night, but the decision ends up being not his as his legs give out under him and he hits the floor.

"Now, now, Angel Bunny, slow down. You don't want to trip and hurt yourself," Fluttershy admonishes, watching as her pet bounds carelessly over the field. There's plenty of gopher holes and rocks strewn about at this time of year, but it's also where she comes to gather wild strawberries and other natural food sources.

Angel stops atop a small mound of dirt and squeaks at her, rolling his eyes. Fluttershy merely smiles and continues walking, searching the busy field. She spots a small strawberry plant and stops to pick them off the stem, placing them in a sectioned part of the basket she is carrying on her back. She hears Angel start a chase with a nearby wild ferret and laughs as she finishes her task.

"I'll just be farther along if you need me!" Fluttershy calls to the energetic pair. She flies over a rocky knoll in her hunt for herbs.

"Hmm, plenty of other animals have been here this season. Slim pickings, it seems," she murmurs to herself as she sees a large swath of nibbled plants. The pegasus stops to gather a few leaves of a rather stripped sage plant and then looks up, realizing she's gotten much closer to the Everfree Forest than she's comfortable with. Nervously, she swallows, unable to refrain from gazing into the dark depths.

"Well, would you look at the time, it's getting dark, I should really get back home," Fluttershy says to herself, smiling even though she's becoming increasingly paranoid. She quickly turns, taking note of the stars appearing in the growing dusk.

"Angel? Angel!" Fluttershy calls out as she hurriedly begins to trot back the way she came. "Let's go home, it's getting late—"

The pegasus lets out a frightened scream as an angry roar sounds from behind her, and she dives for cover inside the nearest patch of long grass. Cowering, she remains there for several long moments, her heart pounding. After hearing nothing terrifying for another minute, she pokes her head up above the grass, her ears and large teal eyes visible.

Where did that come from? Fluttershy asks, glancing around. The field is quiet, the dry rustle of grass all she can hear, but her attention turns to the Everfree Forest sitting menacingly in front of her.

Furious barking sounds from the direction of the forest, and the pegasus shivers at the calls of Timberwolves. They sound as if they're on a hunt, and Fluttershy winces as she realizes the cry she'd heard was probably the poor animal they're after.

It's the way of life, no need to freak out, she tells herself, even though she feels awful knowing what's going to happen. She doesn't like thinking about animals dying at all.

Fluttershy once again yelps in fear as another cry comes from the forest, and her blood runs cold; that sounded so . . . alive, as if it was a pony being chased down.

"Oh, no, I can't possibly walk away if that's a pony in there!" Fluttershy panics, eyes wide and fearful. She prances in place, not knowing what to do. Finally, she summons all her bravery and dashes forward, leaving her basket behind. "Oh, I'm coming!" She knows she would want someone to help her if she was in danger, and her conscience would never be the same if she walked away now.

Fluttershy follows the barking of the Timberwolves, allowing their chase to help her own. She just needs to try and find their target before they get ahold of them.

The forest is getting increasingly darker, however, making it hard to see properly. The pegasus takes to the sky, soaring above the canopy to try and get a better view. She squints her eyes, searching desperately, and finally catches a glimpse of the pack as they tear their way through the forest, barking loudly.

A burst of relief surges through Fluttershy, and she can't help but smile as she passes the Timberwolves in their pursuit. She dives down, back under the canopy, and sees a blur of red. She takes note of the direction and turns. The Timberwolves need to be sent packing, so she'll have to think of something quick. The group of dogs appear in her vision, and as they reach her, they snarl and begin to surround the seemingly defenseless pegasus.

Foxy groans. He can feel his body now, it seems; his circuits are fried. Limbs heavy, Foxy pushes himself off his back and sits up. He puts his hand to his head and sighs, disliking how groggy he feels.

The pirate finally opens his eyes and is met with a sight worse than the Show Stage. Instantly, Foxy is alert and awake, and he scrambles to his feet. Everywhere he looks, there's trees, and the air is permeated with a peaty smell.

"Where the hell am I?" Foxy gasps, distraught, his eyes searching the immediate area. He's definitely not in Freddy Fazbear's anymore. He turns in circles, trying to get his bearings, but there's nothing here he would even possibly be able to recognize. Fear grips his mind, and Foxy stiffens, servos locking up.

No, no, now is not the time for freezin'! I have to get outta here—wherever here is, the pirate thinks frantically. He holds his arms close to his body, and the tingly sensation he always gets near the window is back, and Foxy shivers. Ears tipped back, he wishes it's all just some very life-like dream, even as he realizes this is far from that.

"A-anyone there?" Foxy yells to the air, frantically hoping someone will hear him. He doesn't even know who 'someone' would be, but whatever, it's got to be better than being in a foreign place all alone.

Desperate, Foxy shouts, "Freddy?" He glances around, eyes bright in the darkening forest. "Bonnie? Chica?" The pirate listens for anything else, and upon receiving nothing but the chirping of bugs and the eerie silence, he growls in frustration and fear. "Is anyone there!?" His voice echoes through the trees, and he feels so stupid and pathetic for feeling like he's on the verge of tears, but he's alone and lost and where is home—

A scuffle of sound from behind him makes Foxy spin around. Searching the darkness, he takes a cautious step toward the source.

"H-hello?" the animatronic says. He doesn't see anything at first, so he takes another step to get a closer look. Suddenly, multiple pairs of yellow eyes appear in the darkness, and Foxy recoils as snarling rumbles through the trees.

The pirate backsteps, frightened, and as he does, shapes take form in the dusk's low light. Growling, creatures slink from the trees, flanking him. Saliva drips from their wooden jaws, and Foxy finds himself shaking. These things look hungry.

"Look, d-doggies, I won't taste good, trust me," Foxy spouts nervously, still backing away. "Too metallic, ya know?"

Ah, I'm as good as scrap right now, Foxy thinks fearfully. I gotta get 'em away from me somehow—maybe I can scare 'em away?

The dogs bare their teeth, and Foxy puts up a tough front. "Oh, yeah, think you're so scary? I got teeth, too!"

Though I can't really use 'em, Foxy admits, seeing as how his jaw is broken. The only reason he's able to speak is because the animatronics' mouths are really just for show, to feign the act of talking, even though all that matters are their voice speakers.

Even still, the animatronic growls in return, his own metallic canines glinting. The dogs approach regardless, unphased. Fur standing on end, he roars furiously at the pack. The dogs don't seem to care at all; they howl and then launch themselves at the pirate.

Foxy barely manages to evade the initial attack, leaping back from the dogs' range. One thing he's always been good at is being quick, and it seems that's going to come in handy right about now.

Foxy springs into action and bolts, crashing through the forest's dense foliage. He does his best to avoid tree roots and other underbrush that'll just slow him down; he needs to get away as fast as possible.

The dogs bark at his heels, just behind him. One false move and they'll be on him.

Come on come on come on come on! Where's the exit? Foxy hopes if he can just get out of this forest, he'll be free to move faster, without all this stuff in his way; right now, he's slowed down by the denseness of the forest, having to dodge obstacles.

Foxy trips over a hidden tree root, his foot getting caught by it. He stumbles heavily, nearly falling to all fours, and it's such a waste of time that the dogs are on top of him.

The animatronic cries out in pain as one of the dogs bites onto his exposed endoskeleton, and the yell rebounds across the forest. Foxy catches the biter with his hook and rips it off his leg, smashing the dog into pieces. Hope ignites in his chest at the sight, and he manages to destroy a few other dogs and get running again.

Foxy's hope is quickly put out, however, as he glances over his shoulder to see the dogs putting themselves back together somehow. He lets out a sound of dismay at the sight but decides to just focus on getting away as fast as possible.

The sounds of the dogs begin to fade as Foxy gains more ground. It's a bit more open here, with a faded game path, so he's able to put some real distance between them.

Finally, when Foxy can no longer hear the dogs, he slows to a halt, nearly limping. He's too big to really hide anywhere worthwhile, so all he can do is press himself against a large tree and wait. His ears swivel, listening for any indication of the dogs. It isn't long, however, before he hears the sound of something else approaching.

Fluttershy glares, her eyes widening and becoming very intense.

"How dare you chase a poor creature that's not even your food? You all need to go further back into the forest and find something else! You don't belong this close to the edge!" Fluttershy admonishes fiercely, making eye contact with each of the wolves. "You should be ashamed, hunting like this! Now, go, all of you!"

The Timberwolves shift and whimper under the power of the Stare, and eventually, the pack leader seems to order a retreat because the dogs silently dissolve back into the shadows. Satisfied, Fluttershy wipes her brow, smiling. She turns on wing and flies in the direction she'd seen the pony—or whatever it was—run. She thinks it was a pony, but other sentient creatures do exist in Equestria.

"Hello? Anypony there?" Fluttershy calls, flying slowly along. She keeps her voice low, not wanting to frighten whoever it is. She's following a smudgy set of prints, but she can't tell who or what they belong to. She inspects hollows under tree roots, small crevices, and other similar hiding places as she continues on. She comes across an exceedingly large tree—although, to be fair, the trees in the Everfree Forest are fairly large already—and doesn't give it more than a second thought until she flies past it. Not until she catches a glimpse of red as she glances left does she stop, realizing whoever she has been searching for isn't hiding in anything.

"Oh, there you are! I—" Fluttershy cuts off as she swivels around fully. She screams involuntarily, leaping back in air. She has no idea what she's looking at.