"Yes, sir," Molly said, rolling her eyes, "I promise they'll both be back by…"

She glanced at Jason who held up two fingers.

"Two o'clock," Molly finished.

She hung up, mumbling angrily about her boss being a douchebag.

"How's it coming?" Molly asked.

Jason sighed and wiped his hands on a towel, getting some of the grease and grime off, "Well, I need to fix Freddy's arm, but after that they should be good to go. I upgraded Freddy. And added some more niceness to him. You want to get working on Foxy's torn up fur?"

Molly nodded and took out her sewing kit for what felt like the millionth time in the past few days. She got to work on Foxy, thinking about sending him back to the pizzeria. She had grown attached to the pirate fox in the short amount of time he'd been around and wasn't willing to give him up. Her love of him as a child only furthered her attachment to him.

"Something wrong?" Jason asked, noticing her sad look.

"Just thinking…" Molly answered absentmindedly.

"About Foxy?"

"Yeah… I wish he could stay with me. I don't like the thought of him going back to that gross place with kids and staff who disrespect and mistreat him. Look what happened to him before. He was teased and left to rot basically when all he needed were some simple repairs. He deserves better."

"Well, I can't help it if your boss wants him back."

"I know…"

Molly sighed and stared at Foxy, trying to think of someway she could keep him away from the small, run-down pizzeria.

"There's gotta be something we can do," she mumbled.

"I'm almost done with Freddy. Want to get him up and running or do you want to wait?" Jason said.

"I guess we might as well turn him on and let him know what's happening," Molly said, "Foxy, on."

Foxy's eyes lit up and he lifted his head to look at Molly.

"Foxy, you have to go back to work. Today… My boss is really pissed off at me and said as soon as we're done fixing you two up and have taken you back in, I'm fired," Molly said.

Without a word, Foxy hugged the blonde woman tightly.

"I'm sorry about all of this. But at least you can perform again, huh?" Molly said.

"Yes. But I won't be able to see you anymore if you're not working," Foxy whispered sadly.

He didn't want to be separated from her after all she had done for him. He'd grown too attached to the soon to be former security guard and he wished that she could continue working just so they could spend time together.

"Can we do something together before I have to go?" Foxy asked, "Just you and I?"

Molly looked at the clock on the wall and saw they only had three hours left together.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Anything. I just would like to spend some time with you personally is all," Foxy said.

"How about a picnic in the park? The weather is nice," Molly suggested.

Foxy nodded in agreement and finally let go of her. For the entire conversation he had hugged her, not wanting to let go.

"I'll make some sandwiches. Can you grab some fruit from the fridge?" Molly said, heading for the kitchen.

Foxy followed her obligingly and used his hook to pull open the fridge door. He took out a small variety of fruit and set it onto the counter while Molly made a couple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Jason continued to work on the bear, doing some final touches, while Foxy and Molly got ready for a picnic.

"Ready?" Molly asked.

Foxy held out the fruit he'd gathered and Molly took it, setting it into a cooler along with the sandwiches.

"We'll come back for Freddy later," Molly said as Foxy turned into a human.

"I wish we didn't have to," Foxy grumbled, staring at the bear with distaste.

They headed out the door of the apartment together, Foxy slipping his arm around Molly's waist as they walked and nuzzling her neck.

"Foxy…" Molly said, blushing.

"What?" Foxy asked innocently, "I really like you…"

Molly blushed a deeper shade of red upon hearing his confession but smiled shyly in response before getting into the truck. She started it as Foxy climbed in beside her and, after almost tearing a hole into the seatbelt with his hook, buckled himself in.

"Please be careful with your hook. I can't afford to fix up anything. You got lucky that I had the TV in my room that I could put into the living room after you broke the one. But I can't replace the seatbelt quite as easily," Molly warned.

Foxy quickly apologized as Molly started up the truck and drove to a park. It was different than the one they had been to before and had more open spaces and several picnic tables. Instead of sitting at one the tables, however, Molly led the way to a tall tree and set a blanket down on the ground beneath its branches.

"My family and I used to always have picnics right here," she explained.

Foxy handed her the picnic basket which he held on his hook and sat beside her on the blanket. The breeze ruffled their hair as the sun warmed their skin.

"I could get used to this…" Foxy whispered, looking around.

"Well, don't. You have to go back tonight…" Molly reminded him.

Foxy let out a sigh, "I know."

Molly hugged him, fighting back tears as she did. She never had imagined herself liking a pirate who could turn into an animatronic fox or human at will. Or even falling in love with one.

"Did you want to eat…?" Foxy asked her as his stomach growled loudly.

His cheeks flushed at the sound and he looked towards the picnic basket.

"You can eat anytime you like," Molly replied.

Foxy pulled one of the sandwiches out of the basket and took a large bite out of it. He began to smack his lips and tongue loudly, confused by the peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth. Molly giggled and watched as he fought against the thick and creamy substance, a frustrated look crossing his face.

"Need a drink?" she asked, pulling some Gatorade from the basket.

Foxy took it thankfully and opened the bottle, taking a hearty swig of it.

"That stuff is evil," he growled.

"It's peanut butter," Molly laughed, "It's not evil. It's really good."

"I don't like it," Foxy pouted.

"Eat some fruit then," Molly suggested.

She picked up a slice of watermelon for herself and took a bite out. Foxy watched some of the juice run down her chin and couldn't help letting out a chuckle. Slowly, leaning forward, he kissed her on the lips, his eyes sliding shut as their lips met. Molly's eyes widened before sliding shut as well, responding to the kiss. She felt Foxy wrap his arms around her and pull her closer and her blush darkened again.

"That was…" Foxy whispered as they separated.

"Nice," Molly finished, smiling.

Foxy sighed happily and leaned back on the blanket as Molly finished the watermelon slice.

"I think I might love you, Molly," Foxy said softly.

Molly kissed Foxy's cheek, "I think I might love you, too, Foxy."

She glanced at her phone and saw it was already going on two thirty and frowned.

"It's time to go…" she whispered, refusing to look Foxy in the eyes.