You were a mechanic, working late as usual at the Pizzeria. You were asked to check on Foxy, as he was believed to be ''malfunctioning.'' But you knew there was far more to him. I mean... He was a beat up fox, the poor guy. He needed more than his insides fixed...

He stood limp in Pirate's Cove as you approached, his head was dropped down and his eyes were closed. As if he was shut off right now. But something told you... He probably wasn't.