Foxy watched through the crack in the curtain as Catherine seated herself with who Foxy assumed was her mother. They left soon after and Foxy was again alone on what used to be his stage. The purple starry curtain around him had small tears and holes here and there which reminded him of when it was brand new. The now dull stars were glittery and the curtain was less like a pastel purple and more violet. Everything looked old, ten years at least. That's a little less than how long Foxy had been put away for.
He tilted his head from side to side a little which proved a bit difficult with the rust that had accumulated in his neck. The time passed slowly until service of the restaurant slowed and the doors were locked. Mike hadn't arrived until just about ten minutes before his shift, which he regretted. His boss hated when he didn't get there early but he shoved the thought from his mind and made his way to his office. The previous night's happenings really made him not want to show up at all, but the money would definitely be useful in paying off a debt he owed someone. That someone might just get him killed if he didn't pay them...
With that in mind he took his laptop and opened it to view the cameras. Bonnie, Chica, Freddy... all in their appropriate spots. Foxy had yet to peer through the dusty old curtain of his stage which left Mike with some weight lifted off his shoulders. He checked the empty halls with the flickering weak lights and fell back into his chair. "Well, shit..." nothing was going wrong, not that he was complaining but it just seemed weird. The clock ticked to 12:30 and someone had finally moved, Bonnie. He was immediately found outside of Mike's door.
Panic struck him and he slammed the side of his fist to the button. He glanced back to his laptop and saw the Chicken missing from the stage. Flicking through the cameras he found her in the big party room, luckily that's pretty far. Behind the door no longer stood Bonnie so the door was almost safe to open. He switched to Pirate Cove with Foxy sticking his head outside the curtains. He noticed his jaw no longer dangled and stayed in place as he stared into the camera at Mike. It left him confused but he had no interest in meeting the night mode Foxy again.
After multiple terrifying encounters with both Bonnie and Chica, Mike stared as the clock slowly changed to 6 a.m. and, with determination, went to speak with Foxy. The restaurant does open at a strangely early time, but Mike never thought of that. "Foxy!?" He called out as he got closer to the abandoned stage. He slowed as no response sounded from behind the fabric curtains. A few metallic clinks and sighs of frustration instead emitted from it. "Come on... cooperate with me...!" A young girl's voice growled. Mike pulled the curtain back slowly to see the young girl standing over a very bored looking Fox. Both of their faces lit up with shock "Oh! Uhh... I believe I can explain." The girl smiled meekly. "Then explain." Mike said firmly. "Foxy has been put away ever since that bite of '87, and it was because of a simple short circuit in this back panel here. Foxy gave me permission to take a look at it and here I am, taking a look at it." Foxy smiled "she's not hurting me, lad. Catherine has everything under control." Mike nodded. "Alright..." he looked Foxy over. He had many new shiny parts and had his fur replaced neatly. Wires that once were frayed and sticking out everywhere were fixed and tied down. "Oh, Foxy..." he smiled widely, brilliantly happy that his friend wasn't falling apart in rusted chunks every time. "Catherine. I could not thank you enough for this." Catherine looked away shyly "well, I'm not exactly done... I should be soon though if there are no complications." Mike knelt down to Foxy's level. "It's great to see you lookin' brand new like this." He then placed his hand over Foxy's and looked at him lovingly, a look that was returned.