Mike shook his head, slowly slumping out of his chair to sit beside the unmoving Foxy,"W-What did they do to you?" He turned Foxy over so he was on his back and even though, without his fur on his face on, his appearance would scare many, Mike did not flinch, he simply sat, staring numbly at the robot. He didn't feel the heat that belched out of the machine that was currently enveloping him, whirling around and around him, he did not feel the cold of the stone floor or from Foxy's metal parts. All he felt was a blazing pain that ripped and tore at his insides, threatening to pour out in a manner of emotions.
Mike didn't know how many hours he sat there with him, all he knew was that he had failed his only friend. Finally he pulled himself up into his wheel chair, not taking his eyes off Foxy in-case he magically came back to life. Mike turned away, wheeling towards the cargo mover when the sound of machinery whirring to life began to hum softly behind him.
Mike turned as fast as the rubbery wheels of his seat would allow him to, looking over at the now active body of Foxy,"W-where am I...?" Mike smiled broadly, pushing himself forward,"Foxy! Your awake! I thought you deactivated.." His smile faded, looking over the tattered body of his friend. Foxy waved his paw weakly, speech slurred,"Take more then that to kill a pirate." Foxy stared at him in surprise, then flattened his ears in shame, looking at the ground,"Y-your legs...you need a wheelchair n-now?"
Mike nodded sadly, gritting his teeth,"We need to get out of here Foxy." Foxy nodded, standing slowly, grabbing a metal bar for support. Mike wheeled over, picking up Foxy's face mask,"We'll need you to put this on." Foxy nodded, taking it from him and pulling it on, ripping it slightly as he did. He turned to Mike,"But how are you going to explain a giant robot walking on the streets?" Mike smiled, wheeling over to a shelf containing items unseen from Foxy's viewpoint,"I have an idea."
Foxy whined,"I don't like this Mike, it's...strange." Foxy was certainly a sight to see, from the waist up Foxy seemed completely normal, but, to hide his bare legs and feet, they were wrapped in silver sheets of iron and had a marking on the side, written neatly with a permanent pen,'Disabledhelpers co' Mike whispered,"Just remember, your the new model of The Disabled helper's co children edition model, to entertain disabled children." Foxy nodded, though he whispered back,"It would have helped my appearance if you fixed my jaw first."
Mike looked across at the passing cars, getting strange stares and the occasional honk,"We're nearly there." Foxy tilted his head,"Where are we going?" Mike stared ahead,"You'll see soon enough."