[center]The vents rattled and banged as the bulky Foxy pushed himself through them, bending certain parts out of shape as he scraped through. It was unusual for Foxy to move through the vents, if for no other reason, as to not get stuck. The sounds we spaced, echoing through the pizzeria every few moments until the sound stopped. It was quiet for a moment, as the guards and janitor gathered their wits. A few screws rolled across the ground in the corridor leading to the prize corner. A vent cover fell from the wall and clattered onto the tile floor. two white orbs glared out from the darkness within the vent. Finally a rusty hook pierced the shadows and slammed onto the ground. Foxy Slowly emerged, pulling his upper body out of the vent and across the ground.[/center]