Foxy remained in the vent, fearful to make a sound lest he get caught. He could hear the gentle sobbing from outside, the sharp breaths that pierced the crying, the murmurs of self-comfort from an animatronic who just wanted to perform.

He lowered his head a bit to look at the other fox, who happened to be sitting across from him. She had her head down on her knees, tears running down what could be seen of her face, ears folded in sadness. He sighed, and it echoed through the vent much louder than he'd wanted it to.

"W-who's there?!"

He recoiled, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, watching as Mangle grabbed the smooth end of a broken sword, the jagged end pointing in front of her. "Come out!"

He figured he really didn't have a choice, so he raised his hand and his hook in surrender and shimmied out. "Um... ahoy."

He was met with a metal sword shoved right in his face. "Who are you? Why were you watching me?" He got a good look at her then, in her pirate outfit, face twisted into an angry glare, mouth growling. Kinda hot.

"I..." He shook it off and refocused. "I'm Captain Foxy, lass. I was only watching ye because... well..." He struggled for the right word. Sympathy? No, no, pirates didn't feel sympathy, did they? He had to hurry, he was just making it worse.

"Look, I've just... I've had a very long day, alright? And I don't have time for this, I-I have a lot of work to do, and..."

"... well... l-let me help! I feel bad. I mean, not that I caused it, of course..."

"... fine. You can help."