Foxy scrambled back as pain struck his mechanical heart, his emotions were more than that of a mere program. Mike regained his knowledge of his surroundings and caught his breath. "F-Foxy..." he didn't look at the animatronic until a few moments had passed. His eyes were full of sadness and obvious fear. Mike tried to approach the Fox but he backed up against the wall, still on the ground. Mike recognized the fear and confusion in Foxy since he was met with this expression often. He crouched down to Foxy and looked him straight in the eyes. "In no way is this your fault, Foxy. You weren't you when that happened," Foxy's joints creaked as he leaned forward to Mike. Mike gently petted the soft, realistic red fur on Foxy's cheek to calm him down.
Mike then found himself pinned on the ground again but this time it was by a loving and caring hug instead of a blade like hook and sharp filed-to-a-point claws of metal. Mike chuckled as he reached his arms around Foxy and ran his fingers through his long soft fur. He noticed his eye patch had lowered back over his right eye and the sun outside had certainly began rising. "I think I'll stay a little bit longer, even if I'm not payed for it," Foxy grinned as best he could with his broken jaw. "You still need a new hinge, huh?" Foxy nodded and released Mike from his tight hug. They both rose from the floor and Mike snuck Foxy back to his stage.
"If I can, I'll try and find you some parts for your... uh... everywhere..." he bit his lip awkwardly and said his goodbye to Foxy and slowly and hesitantly made his way out the front door.
Without a car, he was left to take the bus everyday to and from work. He honestly didn't mind, but he would prefer to have his own car. His phone was nothing more than a simple touch screen with a slide out keyboard and he used it mostly to talk to his sick and ailing friend who rested in a hospital across the city. He got off at his usual stop and rushed home to care for his little dog he found out in an alley. He was a brown thing with no real definition on what he was. Some kind of mix between a Labrador retriever, a poodle, maybe about three different kinds of terriers?
Mike had no idea, but to see his little puppy buddy was such a relief. After night 2's little incident he wanted to just sit down and pass out. Within minutes he did find himself asleep on his bed while curled up with his dog.