[Foxy's POV]

After the click of the building, I immediately jump out through the curtains and run straight for the Office, moreover, the back wall of the Office. Once I step foot in the West Hall, Bonnie catches my arm.

"Why the rush, Foxy?" Bonnie says. I turn to face the magenta bunny.

"Aye! Why do ye need to know?" I say hastily.

"Nothing! It's just that, every night, you immediately run to the Office and then you just, disappear," Bonnie says.

"Ah, like ye need to know about me life," I say. Bonnie releases my arm, finally. As soon as I feel his hand no longer touching my arm, I take off for the Office. The night guard screams as I enter, but I just push him to the side and walk through the back wall, into the coffee shop.

"Aye! Foxy! You're late!" The owner says. I sigh and rush behind the counter.

"Aye! I know, sir! Bonnie caught me before I could leave!" I say. I clock in and take my place.

"Ah. Being a curious bunny, was he?" The owner says. I chuckle in amusement at his understanding of Bonnie.

"Aye. I guess ye could say that," I say. The owner and I laugh lightly before I get to work. Don't ask me how I found this place, but it's an enjoyable experience, and I'd much rather be here than with Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. All they do is kill the night guard, and I can't stand it. Can't stand the screams and the crunching though the suit, nor the rotting smell afterwards. I smile and look at the first person in line, recognizing the green cloth and brown leather vest. The black dragon standing behind him also wasn't hard to miss.

"Morning Foxy," The Viking says. I smile and wave.

"Aye. Mornin' Hiccup. Mornin' to ye as well, Toothless. Yer usual will be out soon, lad," I say. The black dragon growls in response.

"Calm down, Toothless. Astrid will be here soon. Let's go," Hiccup says. The two walk away and I get to work taking orders.

'I like it here. This place has really had an effect on me since... Then.' I say to myself, but deep in my mind, I come here to see one lass. The lass walks up to the counter and smiles at me.

"Morning, Foxy," She says. She quickly adjusts her pink bowtie before facing me again. I almost lose myself in her golden eyes, but I manage to hold firm.

"Welcome, Mangle. The usual?" I say, smiling. Mangle smiles before nodding.

"Yeah. But this time, keep it black," Mangle says, her request catching me off guard a little. She usually orders hazel. I shake it off and nod.

"Aye. It'll be out soon," I say lightly. Mangle smiles and nods.

"Thank you, Foxy," Mangle says. I sigh lightly and can't help watching her as she walks away and sits down by the two Viking teens.

"Foxy! It's your break! Why don't you see if you can talk to her?" The owner says, handing me Mangle's cup of coffee. I feel my cheeks heat up, and if I wasn't red already, my cheeks sure would be.

"Aye," I say. I take the cup and walk out to Mangle. It doesn't seem like she's noticed me yet. Walking closer, I hear a faint static coming from Mangle. "Aye. Here ye go, lass," I say. Mangle jumps and spins, facing me. She visibly relaxes as she looks at me.

"Geez, Foxy. Don't do that to me!" Mangle says. I hold the cup out to her, letting her know it's hers. After looking at it for a split second, she grabs it and nods, smiling lightly. "Thank you, Foxy," Mangle says. I sit down across from her, earning a confused look for a second.

"Aye. What were ye doin' just now?" I say softly. Mangle gets a look of shock before relaxing immediately after.

"I was trying to contact the police," Mangle says before taking a drink. What! Trying to contact the police? Why?

"What! Why were ye tryin' to contact the police?" I say. I then immediately regret that, hoping I'm not getting myself into anything bad.

"You remember how I said that my friends and I were built with police radios to contact them if we ever see a criminal?" Mangle says. I nod slightly.

"Aye. I remember ye sayin' somethin' like that," I say. The owner walks up to me, cup in hand.

"I figured you'd want this, Foxy," He says, handing me the cup. I take it, nodding.

"Thank ye, lad," I say. The owner nods, smiling and walks away.

"Well, anyway, they installed mine wrong or something, because all I know, is that it's not working. Every time I try to contact the police, all I get is 10-1," Mangle says. 10-1? Doesn't that mean bad reception, or something along the lines?

"10-1? Poor reception?" I say, wanting to be sure. Mangle nods before taking another drink.

"Yeah. I've been having trouble contacting them since the day my radio was activated," Mangle says. I take a quick drink, my chest warming up as the warm liquid runs to my fuel tank. I still find it amazing how I'm designed to where normal food can act as fuel to keep my motors running.

"So, yer tryin' all the time, hoping that it'll someday work?" I say, taking the assumption.

"No. Whenever I get the chance, I mess with my radio a bit, trying to get it working," Mangle says. I glance back up at the clock and see my break's about up.

"Aye. It be nice talkin' to ye, lass," I say. Mangle smiles and nods.

"Same here, Foxy," Mangle says. I smile and get up.

"Goodbye, lass," I say, grabbing my drink.

"Goodbye, Foxy," Mangle says. I smile as I walk away, but stop as soon as I step on something. I look down and see the lass' pink bowtie. I pick it up and walk back over to Mangle.

"I believe this be yours, lass?" I say, holding the pink ribbon out. Mangle looks towards me and sees the pink ribbon resting on my hook. Her face lights up as soon as she sees it.

"Thank you, Foxy!" Mangle says, carefully taking her bowtie, as not to rip it on my hook. I nod and head back to the counter.

"Ah, Foxy! There you are!" Jeremy says. I take Jeremy's place as he walks away. I continue my work, thinking of Mangle. I just can't stop thinking about her. I think I might like her.

[Mangle's POV]

I sigh lightly, tying my bowtie back around my neck, watching Foxy walk back to the counters.

'Why can't I just tell him? I always assure myself that I'm going to tell him on our usual talks, and when he sits down, I can't pull myself to tell him! What is wrong with me?' I say to myself. I sigh again and finish my drink before heading to leave the coffee shop. I stop at the doors and turn to face that cute fox again, sighing once more before exiting the doors. After a short walk, I enter a doorway and find myself in, Kid's Cove? Well, at least I can avoid Fred and them.

[Foxy's POV]

I watch as Mangle walks to the doors, but stops and looks back for a second before exiting. I smile lightly as she looks, but I sigh as she opens the door.

'Admit it, Foxy. Ye like her.' I find me telling myself. I subconsciously take the few orders and find my mind drifting off towards Mangle.

"Foxy! It's almost six! You'd best be headed back!" The owner says. I jump at his voice, snapping out of my thoughts. I look at the pocket watch I found at the pizzeria and see it says 5:57! I rush away from the counter and towards the back door.

"Aye! Thanks for the heads up, sir!" I call into the shop before exiting the door and walking through the door right across the alleyway. I jump to suddenly be met with purple curtains instead of the usual camera screens of the Office. I look around and see I'm in Pirate's Cove? Makes my journey to and fro the coffee shop quicker. I shut down and wait for midnight to hit again.