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"Argh, how me hate being immortal" Foxy complained one evening as he lied on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. Golden Freddy looked over at him but said nothing. "It's so boring"
"I don't mind it" Golden Freddy said quietly. Foxy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. If anyone were to hate the whole stuck in purgatory thing, he'd figured it would be Golden Freddy, since his animatronic suit was almost entirely busted.
"How!?" the fox asked, exasperated.
"Because you're here with me" Golden Freddy said simply, like it was as obvious as the sky being blue. Foxy went quiet at this, thinking for a moment before resting his head on the bear's shoulder.
"Me guess this is pretty nice..."
