Foxy was FROZEN now, as he took all of this in. His eyes, wider than they were before, ears slowly lowering once again. He felt like he was just fighting a losing battle. All the FIGHT that was once filling his smaller body was draining out like blood from a deep wound. His jaw hung open, wanting to speak but lacking the energy or words to do so.
He never wanted to admit it but, Freddy was right about some of this. Foxy began to shake again in his grip. And it only worsened when that very grip got all the TIGHTER on him.
He was suddenly sent back completely to that night long ago. He could FEEL his costumed skin being RIPPED from his body could feel the ACHING as he was was hit and tossed about like a ragdoll.
And, he could hear THAT…
The song that played during it all,
the nursery rhyme that HAUNTED him to this day.
London bridge is falling down….
Falling down….
Falling down…
He began to THRASH in his bear’s tight grasp. His vision was glitching, unable to focus. Everything was becoming STATIC. The golden eyes began to f l i c k e r. A voice in his head began to speak with the melody echoing in his ears. It was Freddy’s voice, repeating words he had said before as he beat him.
“You did this…. It’s all your fault…”
Foxy began to jerk back, trying to pull himself free from Freddy’s hand.
“You ruined EVERYTHING.”
His entire being was rattling from how hard he was shaking.
London bridge is falling down…
“N-No… No PLEASE!”
The thrashes came even harder and more desperate, and he was begin to SCREAM just from these memories alone.
My fair lady…
He was trapped. He was completely at Freddy’s mercy. All the fox could think about was one thing over and over.
Please not again. Not again.
“Freddy! Freddy, please. Please! Not again! Please don’t do it again!! I’ll do whatever ye ask just please! DON’T DO IT AGAIN!!”
The lowering of his ears only fueled his unquenchable rage.
He soon recalled the night that he stood, looming over the fox. A song played as he and his stage mates tore the pirate to shambles. He remembered the peace and quiet. It lasted only a couple of months before Bonnie began to stray, eventually encouraging Chica to follow his misdeeds. Then, the fox had shown his face. He was a threat. He had to be dealt with. Freddy didn’t allow the fox near the stage any longer. He couldn’t. He was a threat to his throne.
The others wouldn’t defy him if he made an example of the fox. That’s exactly what his old dear friend was now, an example of what happens to those who dared to cross Freddy Fazbear. A whirring from his internals jumped to life, slowly, the soft tingling of a music box came to life. As the tune came together, it played a very familiar tune.
The pleas for him to stop seemingly fell on deaf ears. Freddy wondered if anyone would even miss the fox if he ended him here. He wondered if anyone would even bother to check in pirate cove to see if he was missing. Of course, he knew no one actually cared much for the fox enough to do routine maintenance. It might actually be some time before they’d find the scraps of him.
A tinge of pity snagged the bear for a moment. Grips letting up for only a moment before returning to full force. Barring down on the fox’s inner endoskeleton, digits denting the metal beneath. Would he really end his dear old friend here? Or should he continue to make him the example he was meant to be.
A hand let go of the others neck. He wanted him to believe, that even just for a moment he was going to reconsider, yet the music box was still playing. He held tight to the other’s endoskeleton, hesitating for a moment before rearing back to land a sharp blow on his head, then another, then another.
The pleas for mercy and promises for demands were pleasing, but the bear wanted the scapegoat to learn, just as so long ago. He wanted him to pay for it. He wanted him to take the blame, for everything, he wanted him to fear the very sight of his old friends. It was all so easy.
Inside, digits wrapped around wires, tugging just before they’d rip. He didn’t want to actually kill him, not yet at least, so they’d remain intact for the moment. Instead, he delivered another blow, leaning in close to the fox.
“What did I tell you about going up there?”
