Isaac wiped his forehead, leaning his head gently on top of the handle of the swiffer he held. He looked around, sighed, and shook his head.

How could he have been living with his space looking like this? He asked himself, turning the small pole over to carefully peel the wet cloth off of the head of the thing.

He hadn’t had any company in easily two weeks. He hadn’t seen another human. He’d ordered food from his local supermarket, just a ton of frozen foods, and they’d been delivered. He’d had no reason to leave, except to pick up all of the parts of Bonnie. He could clean them from home. He could rebuild the robots from home.

But… Guilt had chewed at him. Had gnawed at his mind like a dog with a bone.

He wasn’t working on Foxy.

He wasn’t keen on the idea of going out into the world and getting the animatronic back to his house would be… exhausting. Hauling all of Bonnie here had been a bit of a feat, and he was nearly sure he’d pass out if he’d tried doing it again. Not to mention, Bonnie was in parts. Foxy… he was …

Nearly complete.

Isaac had spent most of his ‘off’ time working on Foxy. He’d put his heart into getting Foxy complete, putting him back together, fulfilling his promise to the broken robot.

He leaned heavily on the counter in front of him, bowing his head a little. He needed to complete his promise. His heart felt like it was being squeezed when he thought about NOT making sure that Foxy was up and on his feet again. Was next in line for a full costume.

He panted, looking at the animatronic head sitting on his desk. Bonnie’s head sat atop the pile of parts, the exposed faceplate glaring accusingly.

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t feel the same drive to complete the rabbit. Why he didn’t wake up in the morning, eat a small microwave breakfast sandwich, turn on youtube and scrape at the metal, pull wires out of melted channels, saw away melted plastic, twist mangled metal into a resemblance of a former shape with the same enthusiasm as the work he did on his ‘off’ time on Foxy.

It just wasn’t nearly as satisfying. It didn’t calm his mind.

Isaac sighed, he’d already had his microwave breakfast sandwich, youtube was already on the small TV.

He went to the table, and sat down. He frowned as he picked up the head to the rabbit, looking into the sockets the eyes belonged in. “Let’s get you finished. Though, I know Chica’s next…” he said to the thing, the singed fur rough and crunchy under his fingers.

He settled into work, listening to old show tapes he’d seen dozens of times, humming along. He did look up though when the random youtube playlist stumbled across an employee tape that showed how to wear a mascot costume.

The tape said it was to be used by Freddy’s employees only, and the person putting on the suit looked rushed, not quite sure of what he was doing, awkwardly hauling on pieces and parts of some suit. The man managed, and did a little ‘ta da’ movement. The voice over stated that the old suits were to no longer be worn, and any questions about these suits should be deflected. IF parents press, have them write corporate.

Isaac raised an eyebrow guessing there had been some copyright issue with the previous suits, as this looked seriously rushed.

The music returned, lunch was had, and he began putting the rabbit’s foot back together, but something made the hairs on the back of his neck crawl straight up. He looked around his small apartment, feeling as if he was being watched.

His heart felt like it was beginning to pound, and he could taste something metallic in his mouth. He sat back, panting a little, his ears ringing.

He put his tools down and stood up, going to the kitchen area to get some water, pushing open the sliding door to his balcony, going out into the hot night for a breath of fresh air.

There was a park across the street, not a very big one. He liked to watch the squirrels, pigeons, possums, raccoons and the occasional fox. There were the old fashioned glass globes that illuminated the path. One was still flickering, casting it’s SOS style distress, signaling the nearing end of it’s life. It had been like this for months.

Isaac’s eye was drawn to it, as always, and as he looked, something large stalked out of the sputtering darkness.

The oversize muzzle was the first thing he saw, the glitter of golden teeth, one of the eyes shone brightly, the other covered in an eyepatch, burned, matted fur still clinging to the gleaming skeleton.

He was hallucinating again. Just another nightmare. He was probably still asleep, just like all of the other hallucinations had been. He panted, as the massive head tilted and Foxy looked right up at him.

He watched as the big robot stalked across the street, his heart pounding as the thing reached up it’s massive height, the hook gleaming as it snagged the fire ladder, the whole thing screaming as it was pulled down by the robots weight.

Isaac stood, frozen, as Foxy reached up with his hand, gripped the fire escape, and began hauling himself up.

Servo’s and motors screamed as they pulled the full weight of the machine up the fire escape, the thing wobbling a little under the strain. When he was high enough, Foxy slammed his hook HARD into the wood of Isaac’s balcony, and climbed over to join him. The seven foot tall robot stood to it’s full height, too real this time. Isaac looked him over, looked at the mud and plants that clung to the robotic legs and feet.

It was too real this time.

The robot looked as if it were panting, probably an old idle animation mixed with the twitching of corrupted code. The cooling system whirred away, the exhaust smelling like under the hood of a car.

Isaac was used to the hallucinations disappearing by now.

He backed up, and gripped the door, opening it, intent on leaving the hallucination behind and probably going to bed, but he suddenly felt the hook slip under the collar of his shirt, tugging him back onto the balcony.

Foxy’s eyepatch popped open, the eyes lolling to look at Isaac as the big robot leaned down, shaking Isaac unceremoniously off of his hook.

With another exhalation that reeked of rusted metal, burning oil and something more foul, the pirate fox passed Isaac, and stepped into his apartment.

