[center]Metal silently scraped together as Foxy drew closer to the cabinet doors, his worn left hand reaching upwards, his maw slowly creaking open. His fingers were steel and skeletal, the furry suit covering having worn away. They lightly scraped against the doors, pushing them closed and screeching as they did until suddenly the noise stopped. Without the small opening in the door, there was no telling what was going on outside. It was quiet for a moment. The very faint sound of a whispering voice gently echoed through a vent in the kitchen. The cabinet shook violently, toppling for a moment before falling forward and landing against the counter on it's doors. There was some rustling outside followed by the clatter of some pots and pans and then a rumbling in the vents. Then silence fell into the kitchen.[/center]