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Foxy x Reader Part 3 (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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Cap’n Foxy, sir!” A 5 year old you cried, running up to the animatronic fox. He stepped out of Pirate Cove and smiled down at you, kneeling down to your small form. You smiled brightly.


“Ahoy lassie! What be the problem?” He asked. You held out a book.


“Will you read this to me? I got it for my birthday today.” You asked him. He took the book in his hand and looked at you. To be honest, he wasn’t the best at reading. In fact, he could barely read as it was. But he didn’t want to disappoint you. He nodded and stood up, taking your small hand in his and walking over to a small couch. You two sat down and faced Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica who were performing for the children at your birthday party.


“Okay, let’s see what we got ‘ere.” Foxy looked at the cover. “If Ye Give a Mouse a Cookie.” He read aloud. He looked at you, who was now in his lap smiling down at the book brightly.


    As he read, you snuggled back into his chest fur. He received smiles from all 3 of the other animatronics as they performed. Your small body fit perfectly into his lap.


    Finally, when he finished it, he found you sleeping soundly. You were curled up into a tiny ball and leaning against him. He sat the book down and handed you to your mother as she walked over. She gave him a sweet smile, and he tried to smile back the best he could. He looked down at your sleeping form and finally broke into a smile.


    You bolted up in a sweat. You was at home in your bed. It was in the afternoon, about 3:00pm. You must have fallen asleep thinking of Foxy. But that dream you had. He was reading to you. Was that real, or just a dream? You’d ask your mom later.


    There was still 9 more hours until it was time to go back. You wanted to see Foxy again, but at the same time it scared you to go back for your 4th night. The phone guy had said that they get more active as the week progresses. What if Foxy couldn’t protect you?


    You walked out to the living room to find your mother on the couch watching tv. You sat down beside her.


“Mom, do you remember Foxy?” You asked her. She looked at you and turned off the tv.


“Sweetie, why are you asking about him?” Ah, a question with a question. Smart, mom. You rolled your eyes and put a hand on her shoulder.


“Mom, do you remember him?” You repeated the question. She was quiet for a moment until she let out a sigh.


“Yes, I remember. He was that animatronic fox that you loved. He loved you so much. You’d get a piggyback ride from him, and he’d read to you from time to time. You loved his pirate song and his accent.” She explained. You pressed on.


“What happened in 1987 that stopped us from coming?” You asked. She thought for a moment.


“It was your 7th birthday, and you was going up to Foxy to ask him to join in the party. The other 3 animatronics were dancing with the children. All of a sudden, Foxy turned toward this little boy that was going to ask for a picture with him, and bit his head hard. In fact, that boy lost his whole frontal lobe. You stopped and just watched, and then tried to run to him as the guards broke Foxy’s jaw. But the chicken held you back. All of the children were frightened. They turned Foxy off and left him alone in Pirate Cove.” She told you. That information sunk in.


“So they just abandoned him? They didn’t ask his side of the story?” You asked. She shook her head and turned the tv back on to watch the news. You huffed out a breath in annoyance and decided to kill some time with writing a story. You wasn’t yet sure what to call it, or what it’d be about, but you would get somewhere with it eventually.


    As you headed up to your room, your mind was still on Foxy. If you asked about what really happened, would he tell you? Or would he just get upset? You didn’t want to take your chances with an upset Foxy. Who knows what could happen?


    You sat down on your bed and began to write on that story. It was one about you and Foxy before the Bite of ‘87 happened. It had him performing a song just for you on your birthday. Before you knew it, it was already near time for you to go back to that damned place.


“Mom, I’m heading out!” You called, taking your car keys and heading out the door. You took your time with getting to the pizzeria. You just hoped that the phone guy had another message for you.


    You barely got into the pizzeria before a paw clamped over your mouth and dragged you into the security room. You struggled against the force, trying to break free, but you stopped when you turned and saw Foxy’s yellow eyes looking down at you.


    You pushed his paw away from you and pushed him away towards the door.


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed. He put his paw and hook up in confusion.


“The others are already on the move. If ye had come in here by yerself...well, let’s not think about that, shall we?” He gave you the best smile he could, you know with the broken jaw and all.


    As you listened to the phone guy’s message, you felt a sense of dread. Why were you feeling like this? You was safe with Foxy. Suddenly, the phone guy moaned and the line went dead with a screech. You looked over at Foxy who then looked away from you towards the floor.


“What did you do?” You asked slowly. He looked back up at you, deciding to tell you.


“Nothing. I didn’t do anything. I watched Bonnie and Chica kill ‘im.” He said in a quiet voice. “They turned and looked at me and started after me. For some reason, they won’t come near Pirate Cove.” He explained.


“How do I even know that I’m safe with you?” Your voice quivered, and your heart hammered in your chest. He looked at you with a widened eye.


“Lass, I won’t hurt ye. I care about ye.” He told you, reaching out to you.


“Then what the hell happened on my 7th birthday?” You yelled at him. He punched the door button as Bonnie appeared and blocked him out.


“The boy, he was ‘bout 10 or 11, ‘n he tried to look up a little girl’s dress. I tried to tell ‘im not to, but something snapped and I seemed to black out. Next thing I knew, guards were breakin’ me jaw open to get the boy’s head out of my mouth. I looked over and saw ye with Chica and…” He trailed off. Your eyes softened.


“Was that girl me?” You asked. He nodded.


“Right, lass. Ye had that pretty blue dress on and ribbons in yer hair. Ye looked absolutely beautiful.” He told you. You engulfed him in a hug.


“So you tried to protect me from the boy…” you whispered. “Thank you, Foxy.” His beat-up arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you close.


“I would do anythin’ for ye, lassie.” He whispered into your ear. At that moment, you forgot about all of the other animatronics. It was just you and Foxy now.
Here's part 3 guys!

Any suggestions or comments are always welcome! Thank you for reading!

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Part 3: You're here, silly!
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Part 6: Foxy x Reader Part 6 (Five Nights at Freddy's)
BAD ENDING: Not yet finished!
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if you give a mouse a cookie..........best childhood book i tell you