The light had never been very kind to poor Foxy.
Perhaps it was because he spent so much of his time behind his curtain, hiding away until called upon by the children, but despite his reclusivity he had always been ready to give them a show! Foxy sang them his songs and told them his stories, however tall, and the smiles and laughter he received always made the gears in his chest and belly rattle pleasantly with what could almost sound like a purr– he knew he was doing things right, and doing them well.
The boy, while anxious, still reached out to the little ones as best he knew how.
But some time ago all of the fun and games had stopped, long enough that he had lost track of the days, perhaps even weeks. And then this! This was all too different! The burn of the white room’s bright lights was still boring into Foxy’s data banks hours later, causing sparks to jump behind his eyes. The last he knew, he’d surely been slated to be stowed away in total darkness again, or to be scrapped entirely. He hadn’t seen the outside world in a long time. Was this still–
It was a word had never resided in any proper pirate’s programming, but it felt very important now. It was something that he needed to find. If he’d been allowed to wander, that meant his audience was waiting for him elsewhere!
And the very last thing Foxy wanted was to disappoint.
It had been getting rather dull at this point. As Bonnie went through the motions, the boy had no choice but to follow. Breaking away from old habits was tough as is. When you did not have a body to call your own? Why, it made it even worse. You could not live as your true self. Stuck in a perpetual whirl of faulty programming and questionable thoughts to which would be deemed unhealthy. Fixed in a place you were supposed to call your new home--
When in reality it had become your personal hell.
But this city? Oh boy, was it doing wonders for him. Meeting all kinds of new people, forced to break his regular schedule as he had Bonnie do as he pleased. Why dare he say it was actually quite fun! Oh, if only the gang were here to see! To roam free! To have the time of their (ironic) lives!
The familiar voice croaked and groaned in his line of hearing, the animatronic whirling to look and recognize one of his companions. His friend.
“FoXyYyY!!! AhEhE-hh-hEheHE!”
