The Little Fox

Foxy knew this day would come someday, but he didn't think it would be so soon. He couldn't handle looking at Glamrock Freddy's gentle blue eyes that were filled with worry and care. Freddy was someone who was willing to listen to him. The words started to just spill out of Foxy's mouth. "If you knew what I was made for, would you still accept me?" asked Foxy, shakily. Everything was still new to him. His new AI was too much to handle for him at the moment. "Would the others hate me for what I was before?" Foxy asked, staring up at Freddy. He needed to know even if Freddy was clueless about his past actions.