Learning how to be human again

    There wasn't much at this old pizzeria. And I'm afraid the pizza tastes terrible. I have to get out. I need to get out. And on top if all of that ft foxy snapped my phone.
Jerk...
I have no way of communicating with the outside world. What will I do? What can I do?

"You'll never get out of here." I turned to face ft. foxy, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Your stuck here just like us" I was getting really tired of his attitude.
But what could I do? He seems like the kind of person that would kill me. I started walking away.
"You can't out run your fate. We will get out. Weather I be at your expense or not."

"What happened to you, huh?" I said angrily spinning around to face him once more. " why are you such an @$$hole???" Foxy stared at me with disbelief. I think I'm the first to talk back to him?
"What happened before this? Were you bullied? Were you ignored" holding on to that pain won't fix anything!"

"And how would you know that?"foxy growled. "What would you know about pain" he said it more like a statement. As if he was implying that I never felt pain. All he really did was prove that he was suffering.

"Stop being so self centered foxy. Everyone deals with some type of pain." I say back to him calmly.

"Why you.. Do you have a death wish?!" He growled. I smiled gently.

" I'd be losing if I said I didn't." Foxy calmed down a bit after that. We spent some time simplify talking to each other. He opened up to me. Before his death he was a drama kid. He had many plays in him elementary school. But his mother never went to them. He promised her he would show her at home bit each time he brought it up she would leave claiming she had something important to do. His mother wondered herself in her work to ignore him. All he wanted was her to see his show.

     At first I was mad. But, being kittenly curious. I dig deeper. He was hesitant to say but his family was poor. His mother was working to support him after his father walked out on them.

"Its okay" I sigh placing a hand on his metal head. "She.....probably didn't mean to hurt you like that" He sifted under my hand. Turning his head to look at me. I didn't return his gaze I continued to stare at the floor. "Did you ever consider the fact that, she did it to hide her own pain?"

"She was so worried and focused on making sure that you were taken care of that she couldn't be distracted in anyway. Perhaps seeing your show, would remind her of something. Of a time where she could have fun and let go. Maybe that's why she separated herself. So she wouldn't have to remember."

"....Re-mem-ber......" foxy glitches. He started to shake. Words from his show coming out in disoriented glitches out tones. To low or high pitched to make out. He spun and zapped. Electronic parts sparking and shaking until.

"Fun time........Foxy?" The dust settles and o. The broken parts if Fun time foxy a crying child. A young boy whispering over and over.

"I'm sorry mommy. I'm sorry mommy. I'm so sorry mommy. I didn't know..." I tapped the head of the ghost and surprisingly my hand didn't go through.

"Its okay. Sometimes the story doesn't have a happy ending. Sometimes it doesn't have to. But its best to accept it. And move on" As I said that a light shown through the dark room. Brighter than any of the stage lights. His phantom form began to either away. Drawn to the light.

"Thank....you..."

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