Scritch scratch scritch scratch

The pirate's claws clicked on the linoleum floor, the underlying sounds of machinery at work quiet. The half-exoskeleton tail swished back and forth, but not from joy. It was a simple, programmed action that the fox had no control over, even after all these years of being ignored and left to rust.

Foxy, as the pirate was recognized, flipped up his black eyepatch as he reached the window. His golden eyes gazed up into the sky, the moonlight reflecting off the shining glass. He sighed, leaning against the window frame, his patchy arms folding as his back legs bent. He remained in that position, staring into the shining abyss.

Soon, the echo of heavier footsteps echoed behind him. Foxy held in a deep sigh and didn't turn around.

"Foxy."

Freddy's voice resounded from behind him. Foxy didn't even bother to hold his sigh in this time and let it out loudly.

"Foxy, you should get back to the Cove," Freddy suggested, though by his tone of voice, it didn't seem much like a suggestion.

"How 'bout no," the pirate growled, promptly deciding to ignore the bear's 'suggestion.'

"Someone's going to see you, and they're going to be worried. We don't need anyone seeing you."

"No one's goin' ta see me." Foxy's accent was thick.

Freddy glared, and the pirate caught it in the reflection of the window's glass. His large, red ears lowered.

" . . . F'ne. Jus' . . . jus' give me a few minutes, will ya?"

Freddy gave him a narrowed glance, but nodded and started off down the hallway, back towards the storage room where they were kept. Foxy waited until he was gone before giving all his attention back to the night sky.

Once again, I'm alone. But at least I can't hurt anyone when I am. Not like . . . back then. . .

Foxy saw something whiz past, right beside the moon. His eyes snapped to where it went.

A shootin' star? Well, the humans always said ye could wish on 'em. Might as well try.

The pirate's eyes closed firmly and he furrowed his eyebrows, putting his worn metal hand and hook together. It was quite an awkward combination.

Please, someone, somethin', that's out there, please listen to me. I need another chance. Me whole life is ruined, all because of one day. Foxy's thoughts, as always, drifted to the horrible day in 1987. I've messed up. I need help.

"Foxy! It's going to turn to morning! Get back to Pirate Cove!" Freddy's voice resounded down the hallway. Foxy sighed, his ears falling back on his head. His eyepatch fell back into place and he straightened up. The wagging of his tail started as he walked away from the hallway.

---

The Princess of the Moon stood on the balcony. She was protecting the night, like always. A smile formed on her face, and Luna lit her horn. A blaze of light shot across the sky, across the moon's path of light.

Shooting stars were not that rare in Equestria, because the things needed to make them were created very easily with magic. Oftentimes, the moon princess would just create one to hear the wishes of her subjects. All the words spoken to the comet would bounce back into her mind.

. . . please, listen to me. I need another chance. . .

Luna's ear twitched, her face contorting into one of confusion. The desperate note in the plea refused to go away. She'd heard many a broken ponies wishing on her shooting stars, but never one this hopeless. Luna tuned into it.

I need help.

It ended like that, a final cry for assistance. Luna bit her lip. She'd almost never actually granted a wish; only the truly desperate ones. And this was one of them.

But whatever had wished was not of this world. Perhaps, that is why it needed help.

"Do not worry, young one, for we shall offer you assistance," Luna whispered quietly, her horn glowing as she slipped into the dream world. Her surroundings changed gradually, the land of Equestria spread out before her changing into a dark place full of dimly glowing stars. Luna started down a starry road, going towards the door at the end of it. Upon reaching it, her horn lit and it swung open.

A bright light enveloped the Princess. Instantly, she was in a room full of small things, which were frolicking and skipping about. They seemed somewhat subdued, however, until a purple curtain swung open to reveal a metal thing that resembled a fox.

"Arg, me mateys! Who be ready to play with Foxy?" the rusty-hued bipedal fox asked loudly. Immediately, there was a chorus of cheers. Princess Luna watched this, her interest peaked.

"Now, little ones, we be goin' on an adventure! What do we need first?" 'Foxy' declared, putting his hook and hand on his trouser-clad hips.

"The map! The map!" cried the children, as the Princess could only assume they were, for how small they appeared to be compared to the pirate onstage.

"Yes! Yes, the map! Good job, lads!" Foxy jumped off stage, careful not to step on any child. He walked right past Luna, not even knowing she was there at all. The pirate searched under a box and pulled out a rolled up scroll. "'Tis it! Now-now-now-"

The children stopped, confused, as the fox repeated, his arms twitching. Luna frowned as a larger bipedal stepped up and began clearing out the children from the area. They were pushing back though, wanting to know what was wrong with their beloved Foxy.

"Hang on there, Foxy. I'll fix you in just a second," the adult said, still attempting to escort kids out.

"Now-now-now-now what do-do-do-do-"

"Foxy! I can help you!" a small child cried, dodging in between the adult's legs. He ran up to the metal creature and grabbed onto its pant leg.

With a fearsome roar, Foxy struck. The child screamed and it all seemed to go in fast forward for the sovereign watching the gruesome display. Crimson blood spattered across the floor, and then the dream ended.

Luna yelled in astonishment as she was thrown out, much more quickly than any other time. She skidded across the starry path, her legs and wings spread out for balance. She looked up and saw a burnt and charred area where the door used to be. It contrasted sharply with the blue of the world around her.

With a sad sigh, she returned to the waking world. Her mind was set.

"We shall help you, Foxy. We shan't let you be alone," Luna said quietly, a midnight blue aura surrounding her horn. With a flash, it was done. She smiled.

---

The camera's red dot blinked as it watched Pirate Cove. As soon as it faded, the security guard going to check a different room, the fox pulled open the dark purple curtains. He froze, waiting.

After a few minutes without being checked, Foxy creeped off the stage to the very edge of the camera's vision. His neck fell sharply to the side at a ninety degree angle. His eerie yellow eyes stared at the camera.

That's when the weird sensation started. A slight tingle that ran up his circuits, making them seize up and causing the fox to become frozen.

What? What's goin' on?

There was a strange glow appearing over his scratched metal. It was a deep blue, and it flowed like water. It shone in the darkness of Pirate's Cove. Foxy moved his eyes to look at it.

Some sort 'a bug? . . . I've definitely fell in disrepair . . . An ear twitched on his head.

Foxy could feel the stuff moving around on his body, causing his controls to shake. He was able to move again. Knowing it had been quite a while since the guard checked the camera, he decided it was time to strike. With a single, swift movement, Foxy ducked underneath the camera's vision and sprinted around the halls.

His paws pounded on the floor as he ran, jaw working up and down as it flopped from its hinges. The glow on his body didn't go away; if anything, it only intensified. Now mildly concerned as he thumped on the door, draining a large amount of power from the remaining percent, he frowned and began making his way back to his Cove.

The light shone brighter still.

"Foxy? What are you doing? You're glowing!" a female voice sounded from behind him. The pirate glanced backwards. Chica wore a frown, wings on her hips.

"I don' know. It jus' started happenin'," Foxy admitted, glancing at the glow on his fur.

"You need to go back to Pirate Cove, and stay there. You're jeopardizing this mission." With an angry huff, she turned her tail feathers, slinking down the opposite hallway.

Foxy's ears lowered in defeat as he slowly walked down to Pirate Cove. He vanished behind his starry curtain.

Aye, Chica is right. T'was jus' ruining our goal. I should jus' stay in 'ere.

Foxy tried to pat out the odd shining on his body, but its power continued to strengthen. In a matter of minutes, it was unbearable. He jumped in his suit as it began to make him feel lighter.

"Hey! What's goin' on?" the pirate cried to himself, shaking his whole body. He saw little trails of light floating off of him. Taking a chance, he rushed down the halls in one swift movement. He had to get to Freddy; he was the only one who could probably help him.

"Foxy! You idiot boy! Get back!" the bear growled as he cornered the pirate as they stood in the room with only the sound working: the kitchen.

"Ya gotta get this off 'a me!" Foxy exclaimed, waving his arms. Freddy approached and grabbed ahold of a skinny, damaged arm.

"I don't know what's happening to you," he said after a moment of inspection.

"Worthless! Do somethin'!"

Receiving only a firm slap across his muzzle for the insult, Foxy toppled to the floor with a series of metallic clangs. He shook his head back and forth, blinking.

"Don't take that tone with me, cub. Just because I don't know what's going on does not mean anything. Now, until this blows over, go back to the Cove," Freddy ordered, pointing. Foxy glowered, his ears pressed to the back of his head. The bear showed his teeth. "Now."

Willing himself to get up on his feet, the pirate slowly slunk back to his home. Freddy glared after him, eyes dark.

I can't believe it! After all I've done! Foxy growled. He then stopped. Okay, so maybe I can, but still!The pirate growled under his breath, his eyes glittering with evil intent. He looked over to the camera.

Is it just me, or is everything blurry?

With that final thought, the pirate collapsed to the ground in a heap.

---

Foxy awake with a start. His circuitry felt fried; sparks leaped out of the gaping hole in his chest where his exoskeleton showed through.

The first thing Foxy noticed was he didn't feel normal. He seemed more . . . alive, in the meaning of feelings. He was still an animatronic, of course, but he didn't appear as he had in the pizza place. He was more realistic, though looking more like a cartoon than anything else. And fur. How odd.

Shaking his furry head, the pirate glanced around. Around him was a giant forest. A single shaft of moonlight shone through the dense leaves. The pirate attempted to stand up, but his controls sparked and he fell forward onto all fours. A loud groan emanating from his exoskeleton, Foxy made his wobbly way over to the source of light.

Ugh . . . land's sakes! Where am I?

Foxy's eyepatch flipped up. The light shone brightly into his face, even with how small it was. The rest of the forest was nearly pitch black. Glancing about, he formulated a plan to get out of . . . wherever he was. The fox turned and started off on a worn path off to the side, through a split in between two trees. His tail hung limply between his legs, the circuits fried. Thankfully, nothing else seemed too terribly broken, except for his creaking back. He let his head droop, shoulders hunched.

Aye, this is goin' ta be rough. The pirate plodded on for what seemed like forever. Though in reality it was only like an hour. He wasn't known for being patient.

Foxy heard something creak behind him. He swiveled around, hook raised. His yellow eyes searched the area in caution.

Whatever 't is, I'm sure I can 'andle it.

Something rustled in the trees. Leave swayed back and forth on their wooden perches.

"Show yourself, ye coward!" Foxy snarled, flipping his eyepatch down. His golden eye shone in the dark.

A roar ripped through the air, startling the animatronic. He watched as a large, yellow furred beast emerged from the darkness. It had leathery purple wings and a giant scorpion tail that curled over its back. Its paws were huge, and it was definitely much bigger than Foxy. Said pirate lowered his ears but didn't back down. Although maybe he should have, as the creature was bounding towards him.

"Aye, ye landlubber! I'll show ye to mess with me!" Foxy growled, running at full speed right back at the lion-like beast. His efforts were not rewarded, however, as a massive paw swiped the metal fox right out of his path with a blur of red and gold. Foxy crashed against a tree and fell to the forest floor. Sparks shot out of his chest and his jaw tilted to the side, damaged even more.

The beast approached, its poisonous tail poised to strike. The pirate wasn't downed for long. With a swift roll, he was out of the way and delivering a sharp bite to its hindquarters. It let out a piercing screech and swung around in the blink of an eye.

Emitting a yelp of pain, right before it was cut off, Foxy tumbled across the trail, head over tail. Pain shot through his circuits. He dizzily came to a stop and tried to shout at the bumbling beast, but found he couldn't. His speaker was no longer functional.

Maybe it's best I get outta 'ere!

With that fear induced thought, Foxy shot up and scuttled through a clump of low growing plants framed by trees. The beast behind him roared in agitation, but didn't follow. It instead settled for emitting a few complaining grunts and went on its way.

Foxy felt a grin make its way onto his broken maw. He scrambled out of the plants and dusted himself off before returning to his journey.

---

His metal feet carried the fox fairly far. In what was about five hours, he was at the edge of the forest. Dim light told Foxy that it was very early morning wherever he was. The pirate stepped tentatively out of the dark forest, checking his surroundings.

In the distance, he could make out some sort of town. It looked tiny from where he stood. Maybe someone was there that could help him?

Arg, I be needing to get there . . . but where is there in the first place?

Foxy lifted up a back paw and scratched behind his ear absentmindedly before shaking his head. He needed to go and get help . . . but it's not like he needed help! He was a pirate, for goodness sakes! He could do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased! But . . .

What else was he supposed to do?

Besides, his circuitry was damaged and he couldn't talk. There wasn't much to do besides get help.

So, his electronic mind made up, the fox set off towards the town . . .

A cottage came quite a bit earlier before the town. It was a nice little place, with a stream that had a bridge crossing over it. The cottage had a thatched roof and a . . . horse door? Foxy didn't know much, but he did know some things. And horse doors, no matter how odd it may seem, had been one of them.

There was a large garden surrounding the cottage, and dozens of small animals traipsed through it on silent and not-so-silent paws.

Foxy slowly approached it. But then, he froze. His circuits locked up and he found it hard to do anything besides stand there.

What I be doin'? Go! Foxy urged himself on, but he just couldn't bring himself to. This again? Am I really . . . shy? The moment brought back memories of when he was first introduced to the other animatronics. . .

"Okay you guys, here he is!" the engineer, his name Zach, exclaimed, throwing the newly finished Pirate's Cove's starry curtains open. In the center, there was a small wooden ship, though it was large enough so that an animatronic could be inside.

Neither Freddy, Bonnie, nor Chica said anything. The room became silent.

"Uh, Zach?" Chica started, glancing around the ocean decorated space.

"Where is he?" Bonnie questioned, bouncing forward. His metal nose wiggled.

Zach sighed. "Foxy's a bit shy. Don't worry, I'll get get him." He smiled at the trio. "Just be careful when you see him, okay? I don't want his circuits freezing."

"Got it. Just get him out here!" Freddy declared with a hearty laugh.

"I bet he's so cute," Chica purred, grinning.

"Of course you'd think that," Bonnie the Bunny groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Foxy? Foxy, the others are here to see you. They've never seen you before," Zach said, searching around the pirate ship. He stopped on the other side of it. He crouched down, placing one hand on the hull of this ship for balance. "Foxy."

The animatronic tried to sink deeper into the floor. He emitted a few low pitched sounds, avoiding eye contact with the engineer.

Zach smiled gently, setting a warm hand on the pirate's back. "Come on, Foxy. It's okay. They may seem intimidating, being a bit-well, maybe more than a bit-older than you, but they aren't going to hurt you."

Foxy's tail tucked under his body and his eyepatch lowered over his eye. "Are ye sure?"

"I'm sure," Zach laughed. "Come now, your circuits are going to freeze."

The pirate gave a quiet squeak before grabbing onto the ledge of the ship. He peeked his head over it, eyes barely showing over the wood. His ears tilted backwards.

The trio gasped at the sight, their eyes wide. They stared.

Shying away again, Foxy dropped out of their sights. He quivered behind the wooden pirate ship.

Zach sighed. "Foxy. Say hello, will you?" he asked gently.

Foxy shook his head stubbornly. He put his paw and hook over his face.

"Don't you want to meet them?"

"N-no."

"But what about the children? Won't you want to have the courage to talk in front of them as well?"

Foxy's head popped up. The children. Something stirred in his controls; he cared about the children. He didn't know why, but he couldn't hurt the children. His job was to make them happy.

"I . . ."

"Is everything okay?" Freddy piped from the other side of the stage. "We can come back later."

"No, no, it's fine. Foxy's going to get up and say hi, aren't you, Foxy?" Zach urged, looking down at the newest animatronic.

Deciding to put away his fears for now, Foxy grimaced and started to stand. His legs trembled under his weight, but he managed to get to his feet; his eyes were closed as to avoid the gazes of the others, but he was standing nonetheless.

Chica spoke first. "Aww, he's so adorable!" she squealed, clasping her metal feathers together. Foxy peeked open his non-covered eye, getting a look at who was speaking. His ears twitched.

"Hello, Foxy. It's nice to meet you," Bonnie said gently, smiling.

Freddy gave a few chuckles. "Welcome to the Freddy Fazbear's family!" He threw his large arms out in mirth.

Foxy remained silent.

"Come now, Foxy, say hi!" Zach encouraged, nudging the pirate lightly.

". . . Hi."

"He talked! Score!" Chica declared, pumping her wing in the air.

"Don't worry, my boy, we'll work those kinks out. Soon, you'll be jumping and playing with the kids just like the rest of us," Freddy declared.

Foxy tapped his hook and paw together. Why this be so hard?

"You know, Foxy . . ." Zach started, clicking his tongue, "I didn't know you were such a coward."

"I be no coward!" Foxy snapped, swinging around and pressing his snout against Zach's nose, getting right in his face. He was a bit bigger than the engineer, towering over him.

"Good." Zach smiled at the pirate.

Foxy's ears drooped as he realized he'd been tricked. He turned around to look at the other animatronics. They were staring again. Foxy stared back. Metal in his face heated up, and his circuits froze. After not moving for what seemed like forever, Zach sighed.

"He froze," he said with exasperation in his voice. The engineer looked at the others. "It's best if you just left for now. Foxy'll be up and running again shortly."

"Of course," Freddy accepted, nodding his large head.

"Man, I wanted to play with him," Chica whined, her shoulders slumping as they turned away.

"I do hope we can get him to come out of his shell," Bonnie agreed.

When they were all gone, Zach turned back to Foxy.

We've never had one this shy . . . could this mean Foxy will never be ready for the stage?

---

"La, la, la, la~" came a beautiful voice from the animal sanctuary, stopping the pirate's reminiscing. It was making its way towards him. Foxy shied away and dropped down to all fours, crouching beside a thick bush. Although he tried to stop it, his circuits trembled.

"Hello, Nuts, hello, Acorn," said the voice. It was obviously female. A few chitters were heard. "Yes? What? A monster!" She sounded surprised and alarmed.

Foxy grimaced and tried to dig himself a hole to hide in. Dirt covered his hands and stomach.

Sometimes I be cursin' this here hook. Foxy glared momentarily at the added part of his body before returning his focus to the female.

"Okay, I'll look. Don't you worry." Hearing steps toward him, the pirate scurried away, bouncing over to hide in a patch of tall flowers.

"Hello? Is that you, Angel Bunny? Are you playing tricks on the others again?" she called, still approaching. The steps got nearer.

Foxy rolled backwards, ending up falling into the small stream with a splash. He would've yowled in shock, but it chilled his circuits and made them spark and spasm.

"Ahh!" the female screamed. Foxy barely saw the shape of something before it ducked behind a bush.

The pirate gained control of his rapidly deteriorating controls and leaped out of the stream. His fur was wet and he felt like he'd never rid himself of the rust this would surely cause. He shook his fur out with a few quick motions, water spattering across the garden.

"Wait! What are you doing?" she called. Foxy heard steps and then nothing. He spun around from where he'd been planning to scurry away and faced the female.

She glided towards him on silent wings of the warmest yellow. Four hooves were held underneath her belly. A pink mane and tail accented her creamy coat perfectly.

Foxy stared. What else could do, anyways? He was wet and broken and diffident.

Run!

With a scrabbling of paws, the fox spun around on three legs and leaped forward. He stumbled as he tried to get to his back paws, where he was fastest. Besides, he couldn't run well with a hook.

"Wait! Please come back!" she yelled. Foxy heard the slightest sound of feathers batting the air as he sprinted forward at top speed.

---

Fluttershy whimpered as she saw the thing run away on two legs, surprisingly enough. It sprinted down the road towards Ponyville.

She dropped to her hooves, wings folding in. Her mind was in a frenzy. What should I do? If the, uh, fox thing gets to Ponyville, ponies will go crazy! They'll be terrified. Just imagining how the gardening ponies will react . . . She shuddered, ruffling her feathers. She gave her wings a flap and hovered in the air once more.

Fluttershy tapped her chin in thought, desperately looking around. Her eyes locked onto her chicken coop and she got an idea. The pegasus swiftly flew down into her cellar, throwing the large wooden doors open. She searched about in the dark for a bit before finding a large bundle of twine. She used it to fix holes in her chicken coop and the fences, but maybe it would work to capture that fox?

Of course, it had looked like it had had some sharp teeth . . . but it was worth a try. As Fluttershy zoomed over the lands, her hooves were working frantically to make some sort of loop in the metal. It wasn't near good enough to anything that Applejack could probably do. One end was made into a noose-like thing and the rest was curled up into a roll in her other hoof.

If it wasn't for her wings, she was sure she'd have lost the fox by now. It was quite fast, but no match for wing power. That's why pegasi were so much faster than any other species of pony.

Urg, alright, just gotta get in front of it a bit . . .

Fluttershy managed to hover directly over it, her fore-hooves stretched forward so the wire would fall over it. But the fox saw it, much to Fluttershy's disappointment, though it didn't surprise her at all. It sped up, leaving her behind by just a bit.

Fluttershy pumped her wings harder. She was sure Rainbow Dash would be very proud of her right now if she were to see her.

Almost there-!

The loop of twine caught on its muzzle with a quick swing from the pegasus above.

---

Foxy didn't get a chance to dodge the carefully maneuvered loop that was hung in front of his face. He felt it rub against his muzzle and then tighten. The flying creature stopped in midair and he was yanked backwards. His hooked hand came up and tried to claw it off his face, but it wasn't working. He instead latched onto it and pulled firmly against the force. He heard a squeak of astonishment from the female attempting to stop him.

Foxy took off again, dragging her behind. The flapping of wings increased as she tried to pull him backwards. They were still quite a ways from the town, however. Dirt puffed up under the pirate's back legs.

That's when he felt something wrap around his right hind leg. A strong pull sent him stumbling onto his side in a scrabbling of limbs. Dirt covered his red fur as he splayed on the ground.

---

Thank goodness, it worked!

Fluttershy could've sighed in relief if not for the twine in her mouth. Her jaw was aching and her teeth felt like they were being pulled out, but she managed to hold on for that amount of time.

Her plan had been fairly simple; make another loop and get it around its leg. It'd taken a bit of hoof work, but after managing to twist the other end into some sort of recognizable shape, she'd carefully aimed for its right leg. With a fast motion, she'd looped it around the grey foot, tightening it. As soon as she's tugged upward and backwards, it'd came crashing down.

The fox writhed on the ground, attempting to rip the wire. Thankfully, it was fairly strong. She'd never needed to use much because it hardly ever broke, but when it did, she was ready.

Fluttershy quickly folded her wings in and trotted forward. The fox seemed to have calmed down a bit, but most likely not by choice. In all honesty, it seemed exhausted. And . . . sparks were flying out of its chest.

"It's okay, it'll all be fine," Fluttershy soothed as she began to delicately tie it up. She never liked to harm an animal further, but when one was in danger of hurting themselves or others, she took drastic measures. Now was a time like that. Thankfully, it didn't seem to be struggling too much. For now, anyways.

Once the fox had all its paws tied together, she ran a hoof over its head. It wiggled and tugged against the strong twine, but couldn't break free.

I wonder why it has a hook? she thought, looking at the sharp curve glinting in the early morning light.

Fluttershy felt quite proud of herself. She didn't think much about that though and just took to the air. She would go get her wagon and then she'd take it back to her house. Maybe Twilight could tell her what it was?

---

Foxy's circuit were sparking and tightening. He was unable to move because of the water damage. It was surprising he'd even made it that far.

He felt her hoof run over his head and then had heard her leave. Her wings were quiet and nearly impossible to hear. Honestly, it kind of pissed him off.

Perhaps he'd care more after he was rebooted . . .

---

Fluttershy was glad that when she came back, the fox was still tied. It's been a risky move, leaving it here, but she definitely was not strong enough to carry it all the way back to her cottage, (it had to be at least three times larger than her!) or anywhere for that matter.

Recently, Equestria had made advancements in technology. They had better communication systems and forms of transportation for non-pegasi. Twilight had taken to studying these and inventing her own. Prototypes had filled her lab last time Fluttershy had been there. Maybe this was just one of her experiments that had gotten out? Better to find out than just let her worry about it.

So, the pegasus struggled to push the large, metal fox into the wagon and put the tarp she'd also retrieved over the red creature. Fluttershy put the harness over her back, letting her wings remain free. Then, fluttering her wings, she took off. The cart lifted with her, because physics.

Fluttershy struggled a bit with the heavy cargo, a bit of sweat forming on her brow, but continued on.

Author's Note:

I'm sorry. I felt it went too fast, and I really wanted to not have Foxy come to Equestria until chapter two, but there wasn't much to to with him. We know what he does every night and I needed Luna to see the bite in his dream. Criticism (the constructive kind), is appreciated.

I've read several stories that say Foxy was really shy. I think it's cute. ^3^ So I'm rolling with it.

Also, my first FNaF's crossover! I love Foxy! Woo!

I got the game a few days ago and beat nights 1-4 in a day. Five took a while, but mostly because I didn't have enough time to play. I love it. Best game ever. Can't wait until the sequel comes out!