He didn’t leave pirate cove for this very reason, and when he did it was to give the fucker standing before him something to look at since he seemed so damn interested in staring at him. Where were the others when you needed them?! Of course they banded together when one of them needed someone. But he’d always sort of been the odd one out. Eyes trailed the other’s movement as he moved.
Oh he could so easily leave the other strewn all over the floor and be done with it all. But fear kept him rooted to the spot.
Fear. He H A T E D it.
the guard was thinking about what he should do next. running away wasn’t an option. it would only make foxy realize just how scared richard was of him. he had to be very about this. do the exact opposite of what his instincts were telling him to do.
’ foxy! — MY OLD FRIEND. how’s my favorite pirate? ’
There is something inside of him that freezes at the sight of the other. White hot fear arcing through him like lightening. Dark eyes flick about in an attempt to find someone else. Anyone else. A part of him wants to run. To call out for one of the others. But his feet stay glued to the floor and his lips stay shut. This had to be some cruel trick.
he did not expect to be caught. he .. was just going to get something to drink. freddy & chica still hadn’t left the stage, & bonnie hadn’t moved for a while. usually, foxy didn’t leave pirate cove on the first night. but today .. seemed to be different. richard grabbed the water bottle, slowly moving back. he didn’t want to seem like he was scared but damn .. FOXY COULD RIP HIM APART —- any second.
