The first thing Foxy noticed was that he felt sick. Like physically unwell. Could robots feel sick? He didn’t know.

The second thing he noticed was that he didn’t know where he was. Everything was blurry (though it might have been a side effect of this feeling he was getting). Foxy shook his head and clumsily got to his feet. He was back in his regular outfit of just his brown shorts.

“Uh, ahoy? Anyone there?” he called to nowhere in particular. Suddenly, something appeared in his sight. He leaped backwards.

“Oh, good, you’re awake!” Twilight pronounced. Foxy blinked, wondering why he felt so small . . .

“What the—what?!” he yelled as Twilight levitated him out of the jar. He was approximately the size of half of her eye. (Seriously those ponies have big eyes)

“Princess Celestia shrunk you to avoid destroying you. Be thankful she didn’t. You attacked her.” Twilight set him on the table and sat down on the floor. He face portrayed anger and a tone of seriousness. “Now, I want you to tell me—why didn’t you tell me you had to go on roaming mode earlier?”

Foxy shifted in discomfort, scraping his foot against the wood. He glanced away, shamefaced.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “This is serious. You seemed just fine without it, so I ignored it. Do you really need to use that?”

“W-well, I mean, I went so long without it, I guess, s-so—”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

Foxy sighed. “We all have ta use roamin’ mode sometime or another. I managed ta keep mine off ‘til the Gala—I couldn’t stop it.”

“I see,” Twilight said, standing up. “I’ll have to organize a way to allow you to switch to roaming mode without harming anyone. You’re strong, so that’ll be difficult.” She hummed to herself. “I’ll get to work on that. Anyways, Fluttershy is coming to pick you up.”

Foxy raised an eyebrow. “Pickin’ me up?”

“Yep.” Twilight frowned. “Sorry, but I’m going to need to work, and maybe it’d be best if you stayed out at her cottage anyways. That way, if you lose control, you can run off. Fluttershy’s tougher than she looks.”

“Oh, well, I guess I don’t care. She’s a nice lass.” He was reminded of his tininess as Twilight moved forward, her shadow falling over him. “And am I gon’ get bigger?”

Twilight blinked. “Oh, yes, you are. In about four hours, so it won’t be long.”

Knocks sounded at the door. Twilight turned her head. “Oh, that must be Fluttershy.”

“Hello, Twilight,” the pegasus’ voice came from the slowly opening door.

“Hi! Everything’s all set, and he’s right over here,” Twilight replied. Fluttershy appeared in the doorway, then trotted over.

“O-oh, hi, Foxy.” She tried a weak smile and scuffed her hoof against the floor, looking away. “Um, s-so Twilight, should I just-?”

Twilight smiled gently at her friend. “Relax, ‘shy. It’s just Foxy.”

“Aye, and I completely understand if ye are . . . ‘fraid ‘a me,” the pirate finished in a murmur.

Fluttershy frowned. “No, no, I’m sorry. I’m just a bit . . . on edge, from yesterday night.” She straightened up. “Okay, so, uh, do you want to head off now?”

Twilight looked between the two of them. “You can. I should get to work, uh, fixing some things . . .”

Fluttershy nodded. “Of course. Come on, Foxy.” She stuck out her wing level to the table so he could clamber onto her back. Foxy padded forward and over her soft yet steady wing. “When do you want him back?”

“I’ll get you when I think I’ve figured it out,” Twilight said as she headed towards her lab.

“O-okay then. See you—”

The door slammed, cutting Fluttershy’s connection with her friend.

“Okay . . .”

Luna paced her royal chambers. Her face portrayed indecisiveness as she did so. The stomp of her silver slippers was much more aggressive than usual, and the agitation written across her face showed. Eventually, her anger became more pronounced and her horn lit. The chair at her desk no longer resembled a chair, instead now a smoldering pile of ash.

“Angry, sister?”

Luna spun around. Celestia walked smoothly forward from where she’d been standing at the large doors.

“Why are you not agitated? You were the one attacked,” Luna said angrily.

“It was not his intention to do me harm. He was not in control,” Celestia replied evenly. “I have been healed for quite a while now. No real damage was accomplished.”

Luna snorted, rolling her eyes lowly. “Maybe so, but that is no reason to let this idly by. We must act!”

“Act on what principles? What could we possibly do? Luna, sister, you’re the one that brought Foxy here to Equestria.” Celestia tilted her head.

“I know! But something has caused him to be like this. One wouldn’t go around murdering for the sake of getting their circuits to relax.” Luna’s gaze was dark.

Celestia hummed. “Perhaps you are right. But please, don’t do anything irrational.”

Luna scoffed. “Me? Irrational?!”

“Yes, though I am sorry to say it,” Princess Celestia responded. She huffed in a small sign of amusement. She studied her sister’s facial expression. “Oh dear, what are you planning?”

Luna looked surprised, her contemplative air vanishing in a split second.

“What? I’m not planning anything,” the lunar sovereign said with a kick of her hoof. Celestia narrowed her eyes. She then turned around, regally padding back towards the doors.

“Remember this, dear Luna: that you might end up somewhere where you don’t belong—literally.”

Fluttershy yawned, spreading her wings. It was getting close to the time for the moon to come out, and with all the stress lately, she needed as much sleep as she could. The pegasus was lying across her couch, front hooves crossed. Foxy was already sleeping on her chair, his head thrown back and mouth open. Fluttershy was surprised he was sleeping at this early time, but she wasn’t sure how his sleep cycles worked—or anything worked, for that matter.

Fluttershy hummed to herself and twisted around, beginning to preen her wings. Proper care was required for pegasi to fly well—not to mention wings were much more attractive when preened.

“GAH!”

Fluttershy let out a muffled screech as she roughly tore out several long feathers. Her eyes blurred with tears. Blood welled up under the edges of her other feathers all around the sore area. She spit out the soft yellow plumes and blinked away her warm tears, though some escaped her ducts and slid down her cheeks. Fluttershy whimpered, then glanced over at the cause of her pain.

Foxy was twitching his leg, face contorted into one of pain and anger. His hand clenched into a tight fist.

Fluttershy blinked. She wobbly got to her hooves and shuffled over to his side. She ignored the stinging in her wing and stood over his resting form.

“Foxy?” the pegasus asked, placing a hoof on his arm. She was knocked back as his fist came at her in a swing. “Foxy, w-wake up now?!” Fluttershy squeaked as she was nearly swatted with his hand again. Suddenly, his foot swung around, and struck her in the side of the head. Her mane whipped across her vision and she went down.

Fluttershy sighed.

A dark figure stalked through a dirty alley. A stray cat hissed at the form and leaped up to a windowsill, tail flicking in irritation. Two icy blue eyes watched it spring to its perch, and then a glow formed in the air, seemingly around a pair of hands. The flow streamed towards the cat and it meowed in surprise. A moment later, the straggly feline appeared well-fed and healthy.

The dark hood covering the person’s face whipped back, and it was revealed to be a young woman. Her hair shimmered in the darkness and seemed to be made out of water. Little sparkles twinkled in the fine hair.

Luna traipsed forward. Her bright eyes glanced back and forth, wary of any intrusions. Covering her body was a long cloak, and underneath, a tightfitting “spy outfit”, as others would call it. Her wings were no longer visible, and neither was her horn, hence the reason for her hands being used to perform her magic.

“It must be somewhere around here . . .” the lunar goddess murmured to herself. She vanished in a flash of blue, transforming into a cloud of similar colored smoke. Her form shot over the rooftops, searching for her target.

There it is.

Luna dove downwards, transforming back into her human illusion as she did so. The lights on the sign of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza were off, but she lived in the dark; her night vision exceeded her ability to see in the light. Though she hadn’t known the name of the restaurant Foxy had worked at, she’d found it quite easily thanks to her magic.

Luna strode up to the doors. She gripped the handle just to check to see if it was locked. It was. The lunar princess vanished and appeared on the other side as not to trigger some sort of alarm if she were to unlock it. Once in, she checked for the animatronics. They weren’t on stage. Luna looked about, then headed down a hallway. She remembered what she’d seen from the time spent in Foxy’s memory bank and went from there.

Something was coming at her. Luna spun around in an instant, hands flashing in quick spurts of magic mixed with physical attacks, and whatever had been about to oppose her fell. Out cold on the floor was a young man. A pipe or something—Luna wasn’t sure what it was—lay on the ground next to him.

“Hmm, I wonder what he was doing here.” Luna bent down, cloak creeping into the shadows until it was gone. Her hand rolled him onto his back and she read his nametag which simply had “Mike.” On his knocked off hat were the words “Night Watch.”

“I am sorry, Mike,” Luna said simply. She swiped his hat from the floor and stuck it on his head. She wondered why he was shaven—no hair at all, which was odd for humans—before she did so. Her arms scooped him up and she strode down the hall. Mike didn’t move at all. Evidently she’d done a good job with the pressure points. Luna entered the room at the end of the hallway, which said ‘SECURITY’ on it. The large doors that were positioned on both sides worried the princess, but she merely raised an eyebrow and set the man down in the only chair in the room. On the table by his side was a square shaped item. Luna picked it up in curiosity.

“Hmm, what is this?” she asked herself. Her fingers tapped it, and it flashed to life. She blinked, bringing it away from her face. What was onscreen began to move.

Chica peeked around the corner. Bonnie followed after, his head below hers, and then Freddy appeared over Chica.

“Do you think Mike is okay?” Chica asked. “What do you think he saw?”

“I dunno,” Bonnie replied, “but he hasn’t come to get us.”

“Maybe we should check on him.”

“Why didn’t we just go check whatever it was out in the first place? We’re stronger than him,” Freddy pointed out in irritation.

“He didn’t want us to get stolen or anything like that. Remember, he’s already in trouble,” Chica said.

Bonnie winced. “What if it’s the thing that took Foxy?”

“Foxy was glowing, remember?” Freddy added.

Chica huffed, coming out from the closet. “Come on, let’s go check on him.”

Fluttershy ran a hoof over Foxy’s head. She’d managed to calm him down after what had seemed like a nightmare.

The pegasus ducked away after she was sure he was fine and padded off to her room. She still had some blood on her wing, but she didn’t care as of right now.

“Mm, goodnight Angel,” Fluttershy murmured to the fluffy white bunny already snoozing in his basket.

Foxy shifted. His head pounded and he wasn’t quite sure if it was real or not. He opened his eyes and was faced with Fluttershy’s ceiling.

“Gah, land sakes,” Foxy hissed as he grabbed his head with his hand. He rolled over, falling out of the chair he’d been resting in. Sighing, he pushed himself up and looked around. The sky outside was dark, which meant Fluttershy was probably sleeping. There was no point in him going back into sleep mode, so he approached the door and pushed it open, ducking under the frame.

Foxy sullenly walked forward. His shoulders were slumped down. He wasn’t sure why he was so depressed, but maybe it had something to do with the nightmare he’d just suffered—for the thousandth time.

Kids all around, their faces full of cheer. Foxy recognized the room as Pirate’s Cove. The edges of his vision were blurry and he felt the sensation of glitching. A bright flash of light.

The same children, their faces full of not joy, but fear and terror. The limp body of the boy in front of him, blood splattered in a small radius around his feet.

Screams. The sound of footsteps heading in the opposite direction, and the feeling of Zach pushing him back. Foxy’s vision dimmed as his circuits locked. Even through the curtain, he could hear screaming and shouting. Police and ambulance sirens wailed in the background, their high-pitched whine getting closer.

And through it all, the sound of a mother crying.

Author's Notes:

Next chapter, you'll get *dramatic music* DISCORD!!! Plus, whatever is Luna doing? There's a ton of clues in this chapter as to what happens, so try and get them all.

Plus, I know I'll get at least one comment on this, so I better address it now:

hypocrite Celestia