Rusted Love( a Freddy and Foxy Fanfic)

(Part 2) "Foxy's Confession"

Freddy's pov:
I was laying on the tiled floor, fiddling with my mic I had found before I ran into Foxy. Hmm..I wonder why he was acting like that, I pondered to myself. I pushed the thought away. Foxy always was a bit quirky, maybe It was nothing. But, deep inside me, I knew that it was something. I heard the door creak open, and as I turned, I saw Foxy. For an odd reason, my endoskeleton grew hot; I ignored the thought as I calmly said "Foxy? What is it?", as he walked in slowly. He stood in front of me, so close I could hear his gears click and snap. At last, he said "F-Freddy, can we talk personal for a-a minute?".
I started to blush, as that was not what I was expecting. "Of course, Foxy..come, sit beside me". I pat the floor beside me, forcing down the anxiety clawing it's way up my throat. "Freddy, I...I really like you...more than a friend, I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable lad..", he broke off as he looked away, oily tears forming in his sockets. I was bewildered. Foxy liked me in that way? I'd have never guessed it. "Foxy-", I was about to say something, but an impulse inside me took over and I pulled him in, kissing him. Oh what am I doing?! He'll hate me!, I thought worriedly as the kiss held. Finally, and rather reluctantly, I broke it, looking at him. "S-sorry Foxy, I didn't mean-", he held his hook gently to my lips, quieting me. He looked at me, smiling "it's alright lad...I rather enjoyed it ", he said, making me blush badly. I never knew this type of feeling, but I liked it...and now, with Foxy beside me, I felt certain...like that missing part of me was found...

To be continued...