Mike shook his head, sighing loudly, the fleeting happy moment dissipating,"This doesn't change anything Foxy...soon I'll have no home, no relatives, no friends, apart from you, there's nothing much to live for really..." Foxy frowned, swirling his ears around, looking down at the twitching Freddy,"I-I don't know how to reply to that...it's been a while I guess...I'm a bit rusty with people I guess." Mike smirked slightly,"It's so cold how you say that word,'people', though I suppose you've had some bad experiences with my kind."

Foxy frowned,"Does that bother you?" Mike shrugged,"Even if it did, I wouldn't tell you, I don't have the right to judge, since you just saved me, even if I didn't want it." Foxy frowned deeper,"But shouldn't we be honest?" He turned to Foxy,"Sometimes, even if it hurts to keep it to ourselves, it's better for the people or things involved." The fox shut his eyes, seeming to whisper something to himself,"I think I understand..."

Mike shut his eyes,"Do you mind if we just sit in silence for a while, I really need to think?" Foxy seemed startled then shook his head, putting his paw on Mike's shoulder,"No." Mike looked up, furrowing his eyebrows,"What do you mean,'no'?" Foxy, curled his paw around his shoulder,"Because I want to talk, we need to talk." Mike sighed, slumping his shoulders, looking defeated,"Fine, what is it you want to talk about?" Foxy curled his legs up, pulling his tail around his bare legs with his free paws,"What was going through your mind, 'ya know, before your, ah...attempt? I guess?"

Mike looked over at Foxy, opening his eyes,"My parents, my life, my father's funeral, working here with you and then finally what it would feel like, entering the next realm I guess." Foxy nodded, eyes wondering into his mind,"Got any questions for me?" Mike bit his lip, thinking until he finally got a decent question,"How long have you been at Freddy's?" It was Foxy's turn to have his shoulders slump, sadness,regret and hurt creeping into his expression,"A very long time, before this place had Freddy's name branded across it's face." Mike tilted his head, curiosity getting the better of him,"What was the place called before Freddy?" Foxy smiled light heartedly, taking his paw off of Mike's shoulder,"The Pirate's pizzeria."

Mike snorted lightly,"Original." Foxy shrugged,"It fitted at the time, since I was the main attraction." He raised an eyebrow, looking at the fox,"Really?" He shrugged, looking across at Mike,"Don't you believe me?" Mike pushed Foxy's shoulder gently,"Of course I believe you." Foxy winced in pain, pulling sharply away from Mike's push,"Ugh, Fight with Freddy, remember?" Mike winced, seeing his friend's pain,"Oh, right, sorry, want me to take a look?" Foxy nodded, showing a weak smile,"That would be appreciated," he lifted his injured arm towards Mike, trying to keep still.

Mike began to work on the arm, sticking his tongue out in concentration. Foxy looked down at him, wincing,"You know the strange thing about us?" Mike kept his eyes on his work,"I can name a few," Foxy rolled his eyes then continued,"We feel pain, physically and emotionally, though we can feel other emotions too, lonely ness, fear, panic, rage," Foxy paused, peeking at where Mike was poking around,"Even love...if we find the right robot or person." Mike furrowed his eyebrows, hair falling over his face, though he didn't notice in his state of deep concentration, then his ears caught up to his mind and he rubbed the back of his neck, a slight pinkish hue colouring his cheeks,"Uh, I think your arms better."

Foxy lifted his arm, moving it around, though he was still looking at Mike,"Wow, your pretty good." Mike sat back then looked down at Foxy, standing and holding his hand out,"Need help getting up?" Foxy took his hand in his paw and tried standing, though he only succeeded in tripping forward, sending them both sprawling on the floor on top of one another. Mike blushed a bright pink and Foxy looked away, though he was smiling slightly. Mike sighed, Foxy's fur felt so real, so soft and his personality was just too real to have been programmed like a simple toy,"Oh to hell with it!" Mike grabbed Foxy's snout and turned it gently, pressing his lips against the fox's lips, eyes blazing into his.