Short chapter I know, but this is just a little chapter to focus on a few other perspectives at the moment. Next chapter will focus a little more on Jake and Mike's perspectives, especially in the hospital. Hope you all enjoy!

Morning After

"Why didn't you "suit up" the guard?" The static voice of the puppet asked, sitting calmly not to far from the worn down fox. Foxy's single eye narrowed and a low growl emitted from his voice box.

"Why do you even care? Ya gave up on us years ago, only talk briefly about how we "need to stop" and other then that you fuck off to who knows where for a long time till another guard is caught!" Foxy snapped, still in a sour mood from earlier… while the Puppet gave no indication on what it was thinking or feeling as usual… though with a closer look one could actually see that it's eyes were looking downward.

"I just… I care… and I haven't given up on you guys…. This just… this isn't revenge anymore… and I think you've just realized that as well with this guard." The Puppet responded, it's glowing eyes glancing up to look Foxy right in his own eye. Foxy in turn just looked away.

"I just want to know what Mike did to make you finally realize this."

"... How'd you know what the guard's name is?" Foxy questioned after a couple of seconds.

"Eavesdropped yesterday morning on his conversation with Vince. Quite the vulgar chatterbox as always. I'd give him a 6/10 on the conversation scale-"

"Basically you heard asshat number one say it when the guar… Mike decided to fix my jaw." Foxy growled at first but back tracked for a moment, a slightly more guilty tone taking over the venom filled one he began with.

"Well actually yes…. You still haven't answered my question though."

Foxy's ears lowered a bit along when his eye narrowed into a glare, the Puppet could already hear the curse Foxy wanted to say at it's driving of the conversation back to the original question given to the old pirate…. What did Mike do?

"... it's stupid alright."

"Lotsa things start out that way."

"... He… he said my name…"

"Foxy… or?"

"Dallas… That's… That's what he called me..."

A hand was felt on his shoulder after he spoke. Turning his head, instead of the puppet he saw the broken spirit that possessed it. A saddened, understanding smile clear on their bloodied face as their glowing blue eyes seemed to look into his own.

"Been to long since you heard that huh?" they laughed softly, voice no longer sounding out through a static box. Foxy… no, Dallas as the animatronic he usually controlled was stuck in place on stage while he stood in front of it, felt bloodied tears starting to fall down his cheeks.

"It's stupid… so god damned stupid." Dallas muttered, bringing his hands up to wipe the tears from his freckled face. "Why… why is it making me so… so damn emotional?"

"Probably because it's been years… and no one ever really connected you to… well here before." The broken spirit shrugged, moving to sit down to get a little more comfortable… even though it's kind of not possible given their situation, but it made them feel more comfortable in the conversation.

"That's why it's so stupid… no one would ever even think I was here… Didn't even like this place when I was alive…. It's why I came here when I ran away." Dallas muttered, sinking into a sitting position as well. His long dark brown hair falling into his face, and some of it getting into the long, jagged cut along his neck. The black haired ghost placed a comforting hand on Dallas's shoulder, then let out a thoughtful hum.

"Little off topic here… but why'd ya smash Mike's head into the wall last night?"

"... That… was an accident… got a little to… forceful and well…. Yeaah… Honestly a little more surprised Robbie or Francis didn't decide to move him after."

Both of them just sat there for a bit to ponder on the thought, completely unseen as an employee opened up the curtain to double check on the animatronic that remained out of order on it's stage… and not spotting the puppet animatronic that lay unmoving at the bottom of the stage, hidden in the darkness.

….

"Look Vince I know this is asking a lot-"

"You're asking me to do two shifts in one day Kimmy, a lot barely even scratches the surface of what you're asking me." Vince growled lowly as he kept his eyes trained on the dining room around the stage, rather then on the manager. The woman sighed deeply.

"But we have no other guards to take over on such short notice."

"Yeah, because we've GOT no other guards. Sure my bastard of a brother could do it but he's off limits now ain't he?" The dark haired guard huffed, still refusing to look the manager in the eyes as he focused on what he was being paid to do.

"Vince, come on look at me." Kimmy pleaded, desperation bleeding out from her voice and into her face. Vince let out a deep sigh and slowly turned to look at her. The years really hadn't been kind to her, her once bright auburn red hair was now dull and beginning to grey despite her barely even being forty years old. Dark rings seemed to be a permanent part of her face, that barely highlight her tired, dull brown eyes. Honestly looking at her made Vince feel bad in general, and want to agree if only it would help her get some much needed rest.

"I need you to be prepared to take the night shift as a just in case… please!"

"... Damn it Kimmy…. Fine. Geeze twist my arm a little more why don'tcha…" Vince muttered the last part, not looking forward to missing a good night of sleep before being forced to just stay at work the next morning. Though the "Thank You" hug he just got from Kimmy after agreeing was enough to just make him smile a little and pat her back.

Much as I hate to say it kid… I kinda hope you come back tonight to spare my ass… Or we go one step better and get my brother off his high horse to take over. Vince thought as he slowly let go of Kimmy, and watched her leave the Dinning Room to check on the rest of the staff. His silver eyes then turned up to the animatronics on the stage and a small frown crossed his face.

Would love to see Will handle you bastards for just one night.