Dark...
Chilling quiet filled the air of the dark room. The dim hue of an exit sign cast a flickering glow onto the hall, and gently lighting the checkered floor. Few visited the parts and service room accept when the newer models broke down or got damaged. Even then, most of the pieces used were fresh made off the line at some fancy workshop. The backroom was like crypt of old metal skeletons and piles of mechanical parts. Amongst the ruble and ruins, a dim amber light the size of a penny pierced the darkness.
...It's...Dark...
A loose wire dangling in the corner of the room brushed up against a pipe on the whim of a breeze from a near by vent. Sparks flew through the air, casting light over crimson fur and pale fangs. Old and worn servos buzzed as a grinning maw tilted upward. The glow of the amber light was brighter now, shining out from a glossy eye as it gazed up at the camera above.
...It's...
Cogs and gears scraped together, shaking out bits of rust as the dark silhouette of the twitching form creaked to it's feet. Metal clapped against the floor, echoing through the vacant room. Sparks lit the room again, shining a few moments of light onto the standing form of fur, steel, and teeth. It walked through the darkness, stopping in the center of the room. Another volley of sparks spat into the air, reflecting of the edge of an old rusted hook, and briefly lighting the mechanical figure as it stared up into the lens of a camera hanging above.
It's me...Foxy!
