Broken- Foxy x Mangle

"Chica, what the heck was that?!" Freddy screamed.

"He's always cared more about that Toy than me!"

"Maybe that's because Mangle didn't stalk him and throw a fit when he didn't like her back!"

"I am not throwing a fit!"

"Then what do you call this, Chica?!"

Foxy could hear the bickering all the way from the back room. Their shouting permeated through the flimsy cardboard. All this over him?

"You at least shouldn't have said anything, you know how heartbroken he is!"

"Oh, so this is all my fault then?"

He heard footsteps in the back room and the door wheezing shut.

"Foxy?" It was Bonnie's voice. What a relief. He slowly stepped out of his box. "Aye?"

Bonnie hugged him tightly. "I'm really gonna miss you..." He sighed. "... and sorry about Chica."

"It's fine... it's not yer fault."

"Yeah, but-" He was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering.

"Ye better get back out there..."

"In that mess? And then leave you back here all alone? Are you insane?" There was a loud metal thud. "It'll die down soon."

"If ye say so..."

"I'm glad at least that you'll get to see Mangle again..."

"Me too." He sighed. "But I don't wanna leave all ye... not even Chica."

"I know... but look. If you're being taken away, it won't be long before we are too. And then we'll be there. I'm sorry you have to leave with things like this, though..." The noises from outside stopped as the bell chimed six. "See? Told ya. I gotta go, but... I'll see you sometime."

"See ye sometime, lad." As Bonnie left the room, Foxy climbed back into his box.

Just a few more minutes...