Foxy sat quietly through the screaming of happy children that echoed throughout the unbearable restaurant that is Freddy Fazbear's. The Fox ran his own mechanical fingers through the long soft fur of his tail in deep thought. What had he done to Mike? He couldn't remember anything but Mike didn't look too badly hurt. Maybe a couple bruises on his back and neck but he hoped it wasn't serious. Foxy froze up as his curtain was pulled back slightly and bright light shone in through the small crack. It was that same girl who had taken pictures of him the day before.
Mike wasn't there to drive her off like before so maybe they could have a real conversation. "Ahoy, lass," he smiled the best he could with his broken jaw. She smiled and climbed onto the stage "like I said, you probably looked a lot cooler brand new," she brought a screwdriver and some metal parts up to his jaw. With a few twists of the screwdriver his jaw was working just fine again. "Amazing! Thank you!" His words were no longer as hard to understand as they were before. "No problem, I just figured it might be nice to have an understandable voice. I'm Catherine by the way, but I know who you are," she giggled then examined the rest of his mechanic body.
"Yeh, I need a lot more than me jaw fixed, lass," Foxy sighed. "I don't even remember what happened during the bite of '87," Foxy began explaining to Catherine. "I know," she said surprisingly "you have a mode during work hours which is that of a normal Human almost, but then between 12 a.m. and 6 a.m. you become an almost guard dog like machine," Foxy raised a brow in confusion. "How did ye know all that?" She smiled "and during the bite of '87, you glitched and went into your attack mode," Foxy stared at her in wonder. "I may or may not have stolen your manual from the owner's office..." she blushed and held up a fairly large white book with a picture of Foxy on it.
"I have a manual?".
"I guess so, I am holding it after all," Foxy laughed lightly "that can get ye into a lot of trouble, lass," Catherine nodded "come to think of it..." she crawled around behind the Fox and searched in his fur for four screws. She unscrewed them and removed the panel, revealing an array of switches and different coloured lights. "I see... there's a timer in here that tells you when to switch modes. That must have been what malfunctioned in '87!" Foxy turned his head to view her "that ain't necessarily a thing to exclaim over, lass," the girl screwed the panel back on and hopped off the stage.
"But it is a malfunction that I can stop from happening again,".