Literature
Outside - A Bonnie X Foxy One-Shot
There was no night guard tonight. The crew had, yet again, stuffed the previous one into a suit, effectively relieving him of duty. They couldn't be prouder of their work; couldn't be happier to be left alone. With no night guard there were no urges, no blacking out, no stuttering. No, they were fine, they felt okay. Everyone was at peace.
Everyone except Foxy, that is.
Bonnie stared at Pirate's Cove from the Show Stage. The ol' Cove hadn't been touched in six years, not since The Bite of '87. It had put Foxy permanently "Out of Order", decommissioned; useless. The Cove itself was shut down, as no one wanted to be in or around the place tha