Foxy sat by himself in Pirate's Cove. Always watching, but never seen. That is, until, he met her. . . She was so energetic and happy all the time. It almost made him sick. He wondered how she could be so happy when the world was so cruel. She always came bearing gifts and he was somehow able to express his gratitude. Freddy and the others also wondered about the girl who came, never afraid, only determined. She knew what had happened. She knew the truth. She never gave up, she was determined to save the souls of those five little boys and girl. Golden Freddy didn't understand, he pushed away her attempts at consolation. She was a wonderful girl, but they couldn't help themselves. They were sore and groggy the next morning. They didn't understand what had happened. Until they saw the blood the mucus smeared in the back room and the new night guard the next night. They watched as her few remains were taken out in a body bag. She had been discovered by a small boy who wanted to know what the rust colored stains on the floor were. They wanted to be freed, but the only one willing to help them, was now gone. Gone by their hands. They didn't blame it on each other. They knew what had happened and they knew it was all of their faults. She was gone and so was their hope.
