The next day, Tim blinked as the brightness of the sun hit his eyes. As he exited the hotel, he looked around. "Ugh, what does it take to get a taxi here…." He muttered. "It's gonna take quite a lot, bright eyes." A voice remarked. Turning, he saw a bright blue bunny leaning against a car. "After all, the taxi service here closed a few months back. But you don't need a taxi, I could get'cha where you need to go." Tim considered his options. He really didn't want to walk, so he decided to take the rabbits offer. "I'd love a ride," he said, "But I don't have any money." The bunny shrugged. "I usually don't take payment." Tim walked over and entered the car. "I'm Clyde, but everyone just calls me TB. Where you headed?" Tim gave the address, and the car took off.

"You're new to the town, aren'tcha?" Tim nodded. "Well, welcome to Blue Skies. Funny enough, the sign got graffitied a while back. Changed the slogan from 'Where dreams come true' to 'where dreams come to die.' Fitting, actually. Not many dreams live long in this town." Tim nodded. "So I've been told. By the way…. You look familiar…" TB laughed. "That's cuz I used to be kinda famous. I played guitar for The Toys." Tim raised an eyebrow. "The Toys? I remember listening to them…. Why'd you come here?" TB shrugged. "Our group had a falling out… you've heard of the Blast of 87." Tim nodded grimly. The Blast was a terrorist attack that happened awhile ago, on August 7th, hence the name. "Well, our band mate Maggie was a victim of that. I poured most of my fortune into keeping her on life support after the others gave up on her. She recovered, though it took basically all of my money. I decided I was done after that and came down here to take it easy." TB said. "But don't worry about my life story." The car pulled in front of a store front. "We're here."

Tim got out of the car. "Thanks for the lift." Tim said. TB passed him a slip of paper with a phone number written on it. "If ya need a ride, just call. See you round, bright eyes!" The car drove off again, leaving Tim to face the building. The sign only labeled it as a tech store. Pushing the doors open, he stepped inside. The shelves inside the building had various electronics on them, and in the display windows were robotic models, including a full scale animatronic ballerina. Music played through the speakers, but the store appeared to be empty. Walking up to the counter, Tim rang the bell. The ringing bought a red fox out from the back, a wrench in his hand. "Help you?" He asked. "Um yes… I'm looking for a pink and white fox…. She might be related to you?" The fox tilted his head in confusion. "You mean Mangle?" Tim shook his head. "She went by the name Funtime Foxy." "Oh." The fox laid his wrench down on the table. "You mean Rachel."

The fox pulled up a stool and sat down. "You must be Funtime Freddy." TIm coughed. "Well, I haven't used that name in a while, I go by Tim." "Well, pleasure to meet you. I'm Foxy." The fox responded. "Rachel stole my name for her stage name." He laughed. "Anyways, I'm assuming you're looking for her?" Tim nodded. "She isn't here, is she?" Foxy shrugged. "I think she said she was going to come later." Tim almost jumped in excitement. Foxy stood up again. "You could hang around here if you want." Tim bean restlessly wandering around the store until he laid eyes on the ballerina animatronic. "Say, what's this for?" He asked. "Ah. That is Ballora."