Part of this chapter is through is different set of eyes! Hope you enjoy! Note: some of it is old.

When the workers returned, they found in a great shock that the animatronics that had made the company so dear had been mauled almost beyond recognition. They were terrified upon the discovery of the bones and dried up blood, so much so that some of the workers left on the spot. They didn't notice, or even think, of the golden bear in the corner of the safe room.

Humans never learn…

Golden Freddy knew Foxy had escaped. He watched the fox go, grabbing the storage chips from the three other animatronics. Golden Freddy felt a strange envy. He wanted to be known, yet he couldn't. Well, not to a living person.

Golden Freddy knew he had to leave. If he didn't, not only would he be shut down, but the child's soul in him would reside in an empty hunk of metal, trapped for eternity. The souls of the children gave them life, and they retained it. But, due to him being… A special case, Golden Freddy kept some of his awareness, just like the Puppet.

It would be difficult for Golden Freddy to leave. The only reason he could move was due to his otherworldly qualities. By all other definitions, he was broken and inoperable. A useless husk of a robot cast aside. His body badly torn, unable to move properly. It would be hard to hide from humans. Golden Freddy didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't know what he could do.

He could try to find the Fox. Foxy had shared a fate of neglect, becoming "out of order" and trapped in pirate cove for a long time. Foxy was becoming like him. More aware, more free, more alive. But chances were that the fox was long gone, caught by some human or lost in the vast world. Golden Freddy knew about the world outside the pizzeria. Foxy did not.

Golden Freddy had only one other option. Find the sister location. He had a key to it, long forgotten in a storage hatch in his stomach. He could free the animatronics held there, and get their help in return.

With that in mind, Golden Freddy's eyes flickered to life. He stood up, rusted and stiff. Wires sparked, stubbornly refusing to work.

This place is gone. And so am I.

...

Foxy ran for a long time, becoming lost in the twisting paths and many buildings. The sky was turning dark. The humans gradually disappeared, going inside their homes.

Foxy felt empty and awful. He felt like he shouldn't be here, like he should be back in his cove with the painted walls and stuffed seagulls. Like he should be with Freddy and Bonnie and Chica.

Foxy was also having trouble moving. He was running out of power. Usually his programming kept him from using up too much, but something was going wrong. It wasn't working, not sending him the signals he needed. He would have to go into sleep mode. Of course, it wasn't like he was sleeping. If someone were to shake him, he would not wake up. It was for a scheduled amount of time, or until someone pressed a button under the metal of his back. Foxy didn't want to go into sleep mode. He felt that they would find him, take him away.

It was at a time like this he remembered Mangle. She seemed like she wanted them to take her away. She bit that child on purpose. To end her suffering, as a sort of suicide move.

She didn't understand what would happen after that.

She, along with Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy and Toy Chica were scraped and shut down forever. Foxy didn't know what happened to the Marionette. He remembered Freddy telling him that the Marionette had suddenly disappeared, dumbfounding the staff. Freddy said that he had most likely went to "Golden Freddy". Foxy didn't know what he meant by that. Who was Golden Freddy?

Foxy had suffered a major blow after that. He felt real pain, a real ache in his soul. Mangle had been a close friend to him. She was just like him, broken. Cast aside. Misunderstood. She could understand him, as he could her.

Foxy felt mixed emotions at first. He was angry at her, angry she made them take their friends away. Angry that she abandoned him. Then he was confused. Then, as time went by, he bag an to understand. The day they set that out of order sign outside of his cove, he finally understood. He understood why. He almost wish he didn't. That way, he wouldn't feel that guilt and the pain. That deep throb somewhere that would never leave.

Was it just him? Was he the only one that experienced these feelings, these pains? Did humans feel them? Did his friends feel them? He knew Mangle felt them. She felt them too much, those feelings overwhelmed her and caused her to destroy her very being.

Foxy finally found an old, musty smelling shed. Cobwebs grew in holes that scattered the wooded walls, and the door creaked loudly in the dark night. Foxy looked around, deciding that the area was abandoned, before entering the shed.

He plopped to the ground, most of his power exhausted.

Was feeling a good thing? To feel happiness meant you would feel pain as well. Was it worth it? Would he follow Mangle's road, feeling too much and losing his very self?

Foxy couldn't think any longer. He could feel his eyes dimming, his circuits humming as his body slowly began to enter sleep mode. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of the three little chips under his tongue, the chips that held his friends.

Even if he lost himself, he would never let go of those chips. Even at the cost of his being.

Even at the cost of his feeling.

I kinda took a break from this story, so most of this chapter is rambling and flashbacks. I wanted to set a background for this story and get used to it again. I had half of it done when I returned to finish it XD