Foxy's eyes shot open and he found himself face to face with Molly.
"Molly? What's going on?" he asked.
"You're all fixed," she said, "But I want you to stick around here for a few days to make sure."
Foxy looked around the small apartment Molly owned, curious about everything in it. He'd never seen things like she had and wondered what everything did.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing at the TV that was mounted on the wall.
"A television. Most people say TV though. You watch things on it. Here, I'll show you," Molly said, grabbing the remote.
She turned it on and The Simpsons began to play. Foxy stepped close to the TV and tilted his head in a puppy-like way.
"Not so close. You'll ruin your… Fake… Eyes," Molly warned.
"Let him have some fun," Jason said, "He's like a little kid discovering the world."
They watched the fascinated fox stare at the screen a while longer. Until he tried to tap it with his hook. The sharp point of it sank into the LCD screen, breaking it beyond repair.
"Foxy!" yelled Molly angrily.
"I-I didn't mean to!" Foxy stammered, "I'm not used to a different environment!"
Molly let out a frustrated sigh, "It's fine… How about we try you out somewhere else? Somewhere you can't ruin my things?"
"Let's try him out at the park," suggested Jason.
"So you want to take a fast, talking, walking, animatronic pirate fox, who hasn't interacted with kids in ages, who has a sharp hook for a hand, to a park?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow.
"But he's safe now. Remember? Plus, we can always try out his human form!"
"Are you sure this will go okay?
"I know my technology. I built these upgrades personally."
"Okay…"
"Foxy, listen up. You can turn into a human now whenever you like," Jason said, turning his attention to the fox.
"How do I do that…?" asked Foxy.
"Simple. Just think that you want to turn and you'll do it," Jason explained.
Foxy squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the thought of turning. There was a loud 'thunk' noise and Foxy opened his eyes slowly. Behind him, his robot form was on the ground, lifeless, and he stood as a human. He was taller than Molly by about half a foot. He still donned an eye patch and hook, while his hair was the same red color as his fur. He had a five o'clock shadow that gave him a gruff appearance, despite his deep down good heart. His pants were the same, and he wore no shirt. His chest was slightly muscular but not overly-so, just barely defining his abs.
Molly stared, her draw dropping in shock at his appearance.
"Might want to close your jaw before it gets stuck open like his was!" Jason snickered, elbowing her playfully.
"Wow…" Molly whispered.
"Let's go to the park," Jason said, "And Foxy, keep your hook at your side."
Foxy flipped the eye patch up so he could see out of both eyes, "Alright."
Molly stepped into the hall and walked towards the elevators, Jason following close behind, and Foxy following behind him, looking around his new environment curiously. Molly pushed the elevator call button and waited for it to arrive, keeping a close eye on the pirate to make sure he didn't cause trouble.
A door further down the hall suddenly opened and Molly began to push the button repeatedly. She had a sinking feeling, without looking down the hall, that it was her crabby old neighbor who would complain over anything, and she knew that if she saw Foxy, she would go into a frenzy.
"What is that disgusting creature?" a shrill voice snapped.
Wincing, Molly turned, "Hi, Ms. Buntski… This is my friend… Foxy…"
She mentally face palmed herself for not having come up with a fake name for him on the spot.
"That's not a name!" Ms. Buntski said angrily, "And why is he dressed as a pirate? He's too old to go trick-or-treating!"
"He's not going trick-or-treating. That's how always dresses. And his sense of fashion of his business, not yours," Molly groaned.
The elevator let out a 'ding' and the doors opened. The four stepped into the elevator and Molly hit the button for the first floor. They rode in silence, the elevator stopping twice to pick up others who all stared at Foxy who was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
At last they reached the first floor and clambered out, Molly leading Foxy and Jason to her truck. After some help from Molly, Foxy got his seatbelt on and they drove towards the park.
"What's that?" asked Foxy.
His hook jutted forward, almost hitting Jason in the face, as he pointed out mailbox.
"Watch it!" Jason yelped, leaning back in his seat.
"It's a mailbox. You send messages through it," Molly explained.
As she spoke, she parked the truck at the curb of a large park.
"Hit that button. It'll release the seatbelt," she told Foxy.
Foxy obeyed and quickly got out of the car, looking around the park. There was a massive wide open field, some jungle gyms, a baseball diamond, and even a garden.
"Hey, I think I have a Frisbee," Molly said, looking in the cab of the truck, "We can play Frisbee! Or we could just work on your social skills… But you just walking up to random kids here and saying hi might be a bit creepy… Let's just stick to Frisbee for now. Maybe later we can test you out around my niece and nephew. They're only six so they're the perfect age."
Without another word, she threw the Frisbee across the field. Both Jason and Foxy ran after it but Foxy was twice as fast as him.
"I got it!" yelled Foxy, leaping in the air.
He caught it in midair with his teeth and fell onto the ground on his hands and knees.
"Um… Wow," Molly laughed.
Foxy stood up and looked innocently at Molly.
"Throw it to me!" Jason called.
Foxy held the plastic disc in his hand and tried his best to throw it towards Jason. It landed several feet away from the group, out of everyone's reach.
"You need to practice that…" Jason said, going to pick it up.
"It's covered in drool! Gross!" Jason whined.
He threw it to Molly who easily caught it in her hands.
"See? Use your hand… And hook… To catch it," Molly said.
Foxy nodded, "Let me try it again!"
Molly threw it to him but once more, Foxy used his mouth to catch it. Molly sighed and shook her head, muttering to herself.
"This is going to take a lot of work…"