The rest of the story will be told in the first person view of the different characters... mainly foxy. I plan on making foxy the main character.

Foxy POV

It's been eight hours since we met Springtrap. We gave him the history of the gang. The whole history. The creation, the rivalry between us and the Funtimes, the Dallas fiasco, everything. The one thing he seemed surprised with were our ages.

"Okay, So, let me get this straight," he said, "Freddy is the oldest member of the gang. And he's 32. So the majority of you are about as old as me?".

"Yeah, that's pretty much it." Said Chica. The rest of the gang arrived about 2 hours after the whole "cabin incident". He showed the gang around and we found that the town was abandoned a few days ago. The only reason Springtrap and his wife were here in the first place was to check over everything and make sure nothing got left behind, as they had the biggest wagon.

Chica and Cici got the kids ear patched up. He's got a bandage wrapped around the top of that ear. Speaking of medicinal practices, Mangle got the bullet removed from her shoulder. Now she just needs a few weeks before she can use that arm again.

Logan and Bon set up shop in the old sawmill. Fredrick is our cook, so when Springtrap said the furnace could still be used, he lit up like a Christmas tree. The kid also pointed out a hunting shed. Gold is our expert when it comes to hunting. There were two more cabins besides Springtraps. Cici and Chica took one. Freddy and Fredrick took the other. I'm sleeping in the extra bed in Springtraps cabin.

Poor kid. Lost his job, lost half of his ear, and he lost the woman who meant the world to him. He's a good kid who didn't deserve any of that. I guess I shouldn't call him a kid when he's three years younger than me. BB said hello to him after he settled in. He's sleeping in the sawmill. Logan's letting him sleep in his sleeping bag. Logan never sleeps much anyway. Both Springtrap and BB got along pretty well.

After the longest eight hours of my life, I took seat on an icy pile of wood sitting outside the sawmill. I reached into the pocket I had sewn on the inside of my coat. Makes it harder for people to pick my pocket. I took out my fathers silver pocket watch. I opened the watch and stared at it.

Thinking.
To myself.