Author's Note

Late at night, a red vulpine sat in his cove, behind his sparkling purple curtain. His face lit by the light pouring in, he saw his friends get whisked off one by one by the employees. Tonight, was the night, the night they had all dreaded. The days before, Foxy and his friends discussed what was to become of them. Would there be a new location, would they be retrofitted? But there was one theory, everyone tried to dismiss, tried to forget. What if they were to be scrapped? If they were scrapped, they knew surely they wouldn't be set free from their confines, instead, be trapped within their own metal prisons unable to talk or communicate with the world. Cutoff for endless moons. Foxy had personally acknowledged the fact that he had taken his final bow, he would sink beneath the waves of eternity. As the employees started making a beeline to the small dark cove, Foxy remembered one last thing before being shutoff, and that was "Friends are Forever."