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Chapter eighteen:

Scott's POV:
He had gotten into the pizzeria and the second he did, Freddy saw him and was walking down the stage growling. He saw Chica quickly following him. He screamed hurried past tables and had no idea where he was going. Finally he got up some steps and went past some curtains. He kept going til he came to a wall. He was panting gently. He turned to see if he had been followed. To his luck he wasn't. He sat on the ground. He thought he was safe. Then he saw movement through the dim light.
"Aye, what are ye doin' here?" He heard a growling voice as he saw a yellow light come from the shadows.
Scott's eyes widened. "F-Foxy?"
He heard steps coming closer to him. "Actually it used to be Toby. But, yar, I guess that'll work.."
Scott was quiet for a few minutes. "H-how was your life before, this happened?"
Foxy blinked sitting down across from him. "Alright...until...I be messin' up ..."
"How'd you mess up?" Scott furrowed his eye brows together confused.
"I picked on a little lad a lot...I may have givin' the lad nightmares...then I pushed the lad too far.....he....he be gone now.." he looked down.
"H-he's dead?" Foxy nodded as he gasped before sighing. "What was his name?"
"H-his name?" Foxy looked up at the other. He seemed surprised. Scott nodded. "His name be Kenny."
Scott nodded. "Was he your brother."
"Aye." Foxy nodded.
"Where was your parents when he died?"
"Aye, I don't know where our mother be, but, our dad twas there....he twas furious..." Foxy sighed looking down.
"Why?"
"'Cause I be messin' up again...twas me fault lad..."
"What happened to your dad after?"
"He...h-he swore revenge..." He looked up at Scott. Oil tears were forming in them, as he whispered. "And he got it.."
Scott gasped all the pieces fitting together.
"Scott?!" Out down the hall he heard Vincent calling for him.
"Aye, ye need to be leavin'! Don't be tellin' him you twas 'ere! Tell him ye hid behind the cove!" He picked Scott up pushing him out of the cove. Scott hurried down the steps. He started limping/hopping past tables.
"Scott!" He saw Vincent running at him. Minus his purple skin. His eyes filled with worry. "Scott what are you doing here?" He hugged the other tightly. Scott squeaked blushing trying to hug him back. "Why aren't you at home?" Vincent pulled away looking at Scott nervously.
"I-i saw Fredbear! H-he was there! I-in the doorway!"
Vincent teared up a little. "Where have I heard that before?" Scott looked down thinking he wasn't going to believe him. "Scott?" He looked up at Vincent. "Your sure that's what you saw?" Scott nodded. Vincent nodded as well. "Alright...you'll just have to stay here with me..." Vincent hugged Scott again. Scott hugged back blushing more.