Martha = Mangle
Foxy = Foxy.

Martha had been driving far too fast at the time, late for work, on her final warning and still in a sleep filled haze she hadn't noticed the red light that she ran, or the truck that was also speeding in across the intersection. The crush between the truck and some poor person's house cost literally an arm and a leg.

When Foxy found out about what had happened to his little sister he rushed out of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria, the joint owned by his close friend and the man himself Freddy who was incredibly compassionate and closed the cove for the week to allow him time to help poor Martha out. Foxy hailed a taxi and got to the hospital just as Martha was wheeled into surgery.

It was hours later and the sun had set once his baby sister came around from the anaesthesia, her mind still loopy from the opiate. Foxy held her remaining paw in one of his own, rubbing the back with his thumb as Martha's remaining eye focused on his own gold ones.
"...Bro... You would not believe the day I've had..." She laughed, her mouth turning upwards in a drug fuled haze .
"I believe it all right..." Foxy laughed sadly, looking at the new form his sister had, missing two limbs and an eye, bandaged practically from head to toe, probably would be fired from her own job.

I was two weeks later before Martha was allowed to come home, with heavy pain killers and a referral to a physiotherapist but there was one thing that physio nor surgery could fix, there was severe nerve damage in the muscles of her bladder, making her truly urinarly incontinent. Although not that this bothered her brother, in fact, he enjoyed it more than he should've, he enjoyed changing his sister like how he use to as a kit, he enjoyed carrying her around and babying her. Foxy knew that Martha still used a pacifier and would give it to her during changes.

"This reminds me of when we were kits, you a baby and me 7 and our mum would let me help change your diaper... I miss those days Martha..." Foxy sighed as he pat the front of the lavender diaper, watching as Martha frowned at the garment, through her pacifier.
"Don't ye worry my girl, you'll always be my baby sister..."




Don't expect a lot of FNAF pics out of me, there will be the occasional few but I just had a really good idea and wanted to draw it.