Foxy 'woke up' to a familiar song. The Toreador March. She instantly had a sense of panic, worrying for Alex's well being. She opened her door, and found Alex's room door wide open, nobody inside. She then ran down the stairs and looked about. She looked in the kitchen, then the living room. There sat Alex, playing the Toreador March… on his piano. Alex abruptly stopped, hearing the whirring of Foxy's limbs at work. He then turned around, looking to where she stood, panic radiating from her like heat from the sun. She looks quite beautiful, now that I fixed her up. Alex mentally punched himself in the gut, for just thinking about it. She was a robot. Not a humanoid, living being. Still… His more devilish side tried reasoning with him. "Is something the matter, Foxy?" Alex spoke. On it's own, Alex's voice was soothing, and it helped FOxy calm down in multiple ways.

Foxy spoke for the first time since she had gotten a new voice-box. "I thought Freddy was here, and he had got ye…" She trailed off, her semi-tomboyish voice laced with concern. It wasn't southern, nor scratchy. It was basically a normal woman's voice, only she spoke like a pirate, and deeper that normal. She then realized that he was looking at her a bit puzzled. "What?" She asked, wondering if something had happened to him in the time she took to answer.

"Your voice…" he began, not entirely sure what to say. As he struggled to find words, Foxy spoke up with a hint of anger.

"Yeah? What about me voice?" She crossed her arms, making a soft whirring noise as she did so. Is he going to make fun of my voice? She thought, the only time she ever used modern speech was when she was thinking.

"Its… its…" Alex couldn't come up with anything before Foxy could speak her mind again.

"Go on." She said, in a commanding tone. Did I really just say that?! She hoped she hadn't offended the only person who really cared for her.

"It's..beautiful." Alex decided, not caring what his neighbors nor family would think if they found out he 'liked' a robot. Foxy's eyes went wide with shock. Nobody had ever told her that before. Besides HIM, and that was when HE had tried to get her to join his ranks, thinking sweet talking her would help his case. Deciding not to go back to those times, she shook her head and spoke up.

"So besides that, is there something else you could tell me? Like why you were playing Freddy's song?" She said, trying her best to change the subject so she didn't have to think about the days after the fateful day of '87.

"Well not many know," Alex began, deciding to choose his words carefully. "but I used to play piano before I worked for the air force, a video game company, and my current job, a car repair shop. I was fairly good, and my favorite song was the Toreador March. I actually played it so well one day, your boss Mr. Fazbear, decided to implement it into his newest creation. Which you and the others knew as Freddy." As he left Foxy to ponder what he had told her, Alex pushed in the piano bench, turned off the piano light, and headed to the kitchen. He then grabbed the coffee he had let sit for a few minutes so it would cool down. As he took a seat, Foxy plunked down fairly close to him, enough that he could smell the Febreeze on her suit.

"That reminds me! I'll need to clean your suit. The Febreze won't last long, so i'll need to wash it with some heavy duty soap." Foxy then lifted up her arm, and did a fake recoil, pretending it was awful. As soon as Alex had finished his coffee, foxy took off her suite. Alex didn't recoil, nor cower. He simply smiled as he took her suit to the washroom where he kept everything he needed. Alex set to work at once, putting on a mask for safety precaution.

After an hour or so of forceful scrubbing, rinsing, and sniffing, Alex was done. He walked out with the clean suit, smelling like lavender. Alex liked lavender. He did his best not to drag the suit that was roughly his size on the floor. He found Foxy standing in the kitchen, waiting patiently. As soon as he gave it to her, she stepped into it. "I feel a bit too girly." She said, as she moved all her joints experimentally.

"Sorry," Alex started. "I made your suit smell like lavender. I can't resist the smell of lavender. It's wonderful." He stated with a soft sigh, smelling the arm of his shirt, which too smelled like lavender.

"Well as long as you mean it, I guess I can forgive you." Foxy said, completing the final tests of her movement. The phone then began to ring. The ID read, Michael Schmidt.

"Mike?" Alex asked. He was about to ask a question, before he was interrupted by Mike speedily saying many things.

"-nother! There's another fox! It's a he, and he's making me lose power fast! Get over here quick!" Mike practically shouted. Alex glanced at the clock. It read 5:45 A.M.

"So much for a peaceful, early morning!" Alex said, slipping on his kevlar and shoes, as he made his way to his car he had been keeping for just such an occasion. "You can either stay, or come with if you like, Foxy. I'm saving Mike." Without hesitation, Foxy slipped into the passenger seat, and buckled up. Alex gunned the engines and sped off to the Pizzeria. As they pulled in, Alex pulled a taser out of the door's glove compartment. Foxy looked at him questioningly as they reached the front door.

"One shock should leave this new fox on the floor." He explained, as he raced into the Pizzeria, not bothering to read the 'Closed' sign. Every employee and Night Watchman knew that they never locked the establishment's doors. He raced down the west hall, to see sure enough, a animatronic fox banging at the security door, a dent being made every time his hook hit the door. He whispered to Foxy, "Just think that you used to do that to me when I worked here."

"You worked here too?!" She exclaimed, blowing their cover. The fox turned his head and set after the duo. The security door went up as Alex fired his taser, dropping the fox in seconds. Alex kicked it's head once more to make sure it was out for the moment, then bolted in the security door. Mike had 5% power left, and it was 5:50. Not enough time for another door shut.

"It's that weird Golden Freddy!" Mike hissed. "He put the fox in pirate's cove after you took the one that's RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" Mike shielded his face when he saw the female pirate.

"Relax Mike, she's with me. Everything will be alr-" All of a sudden, the power went out, cutting off Alex. A familiar tune to the three of them began to play. the Toreador March. Mike began blubbering, Alex allowed the first tear in years to roll down his face and onto the floor, and Foxy shielded the two, the flickering lights of Freddy Fazbear appearing on the left-hand side door. Foxy remembered Alex's taser. She stanched it out of his hand, aimed it at Freddy, fired, and dropped the bear to the ground. Mike was practically all over Foxy, wrapping her in a bear hug. Alex smiled, and planted a light kiss on her cheek, saying, "That's my animatronic."

Foxy froze, stunned at the two things that Alex did. Does he...like me?