Saturday, December 22nd2035
4:00 PM
Behind Pizzaplex – Private Glamrock Garage Building
Foxy was leading Mangle into the two story garage and separate living quarters, where their cars and the others glamrock's cars were parked. Foxy and Mangle held back tears as they passed by Roxanne's 2033 Subaru WRX STI, moving on to a room that served as Foxy's workshop. Foxy entered the door, flipping the light switch on the wall on.
It was a large room, half of it was a machine shop, the other half a wood shop.
A countertop full of metal gun parts and tools could be seen by Mangle as she walked in.
"Okay what was it you wanted to show me?" Mangle asked.
"This." Foxy showed her a handgun he had been working on customizing for her, a highly modified Beretta 92G. The slide had "The Last Edge" engraved on it, much like Freddy's Beretta. The grips with a red rose pattern printed on it and the silver trigger was swapped with a pink one.
"Wow that looks, beautiful." Mangle said.
"It's yours. While your Glock 17 is your company assigned duty weapon, this one, is yours and only yours. And you only deserve the best." Foxy said.
"I…I…Foxy, I don't know what to say." Mangle said picking up the rose themed handgun.
"You don't need to say anything. The look in your eyes, was more than enough." Foxy said, as she turned around and embraced him, kissing him.
"I love you Foxy." She said.
"I love you too Mangle." He replied.
Foxy's iPhone rang interrupting the moment. It was Berry.
"Hi Berry." Foxy said.
"Hey we need you and Mangle here in the meeting room. We have Dawkin and the folks from the OAOS here. We are ready." Berry said.
"We're coming." Foxy said with determination.