Despite his best effort a high pitched extremely girly shriek was ripped from his vocalizer the moment something large and heavy landed, every strand of his purple and lavander fur stood on end making him look like a puff ball. It took everything he had to squash the sudden spike of panic and fear back down and not take off running blindly like a proverbial sacred rabbit. What was it with the mangled white fox and dropping down on him and scaring him? Granted the first time it had happned it had been an accident and his vision had been severely limited so he couldn't see what was 'attacking' him so he panicked and much to his embarrassment, had run head first into a wall and knocked himself out cold.<br/><br/>Once he had calmed down he glared at the white fox, fur still standing on end. "I heard the whole thing. The owner is going to be closing the restaurant by the end of the month and sell us all off for scrap." he growled out, long ears pinning back. Some small part of him was surprised the humans weren't selling them off again. Did thier lives mean so little to the humans?<br/><br/>One ear twitched at the squeak of the door to the large ship prop opening. He looked towards it to find a pair of large green eyes peering at them uncertainly through the crack of the door, his ears flat. "Bon Bon." Bonnie spoke, his voice calm but carrying the undertones of worry. He waved the bunny over. Hesitantly the blue rabbit pushed the heavy door to the ship open and walked over to them, burying his muzzle into the thick soft fur of the older rabbit's chest.<br/><br/>"What if they just separate us, and put us into crates in some sort of warehouse? I don't want to be alone." He didn't want to be torn apart alive and reduced to scrap either but being shoved into a dark small box and never seeing the older rabbit or Mangle again was more frightening.<br/><br/>"I won't allow the humans to scrap us, I'll find someplace we can, someplace we can go. They can't just take us apart when ever they want to. We are not the human's toys." He rested one hand on the smaller rabbits shoulders, frowning when he felt faint tremors underneath his hand. He didn't care what he had to do ensure thier safety, even if it meant leaving the pizzeria and facing the unknown dangers outside the walls.