Mike shook his head and quickly sat up, trying to feel his legs,"No...no! This can't be happening!" The doctor walked over and tried to push him down,"Sir, please calm down." Mike stared at her in amazement,"Calm down!? You expect me to calm down after finding I've lost both my legs!? I can't work anymore, I can't do anything!" She frowned,"It's not all that bad, I'm sure you'll be taken care of." Mike shook his head, pulling himself up and attempting to pull himself out of the bed,"You don't understand." She began to look concerned,"Sir, you must stay in bed."
Mike flicked a hand as too dismiss her and began to climb out, in a slow, painful descent to the floor. She pressed a button on the side of doorway and within 30 seconds two male nurses arrived in the room, walking swiftly over to Mike, one lifting him from the waist, the other from his arms. He struggled, though the drugs from the surgery were still in his system, making him drowsy. Mike sighed, giving in, looking extremely tired and old for his age, staring up at the peeling paint of the hospital ceiling
Foxy's eyes flickered open, finding himself in an unknown room. He sat up, the sound of all his mechanics starting up replacing the silence,"Where am I...?" He pushed himself so he was standing, brushing the dust from out of his fur. He groaned, remembering last night,"I'm so, so sorry Mike..." He looked over at the bloody corner where Mike had been and he narrowed his eyes,'Where's Mike...?' He froze, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, standing completely still.
Brock walked into the room, tripping over the 2 remaining steel bars, approaching Foxy slowly, face solemn. Foxy remained still, though his eyes followed Brock as he stalked around him, a small smile forming on Brock's face. Brock prodded Foxy on the chest,"You've took it too far Foxy, I know you can understand this." Foxy frowned, though he remained still.
Brock shrugged,"The department of Safety demands you be thrown out or burnt down, they offered me money if I do the latter one." He grinned,"It's time to rest Foxy, your remains can be made into your replacement, who knows who you'll become."
Foxy remained still, though his mind was far from still, thoughts echoed and bounced around his mind, all the things his done and the things he remembered from when he was human, he remembered his parents, his little sister, though most of it was blurred and distorted, it was all there. Brock turned and began to walk out of the room,"You'll be sent to the incinerator tomorrow evening," and with that, Foxy was alone once more with his memories.