Loose bolts rattled through the halls as the machines moved through the shadows. Of them, Foxy had seemed to find his way through the main hall and had stopped, standing motionless, by the corpse of the dead repairman. Foxy stared at the mans lifeless body for quite a while, quietly looking over his collapsed form. Minutes passed before Foxy's one eye gaze darted up to look at the lens of the camera above, before sinking the length of his rusty hook through the chest of the dead man, sliding through the flesh and looping around a couple of his ribs. A few drops of blood spattered across his reddish fur and peppered the wall behind him as he began to drag the lifeless body down the hall. Along with the wet and putrid sounds of decaying flesh being moved, the sound of a low, raspy voice began to echo throughout the pizzaria. An eerie melody that escaped the maw of Foxy as he dragged the body toward the back room.
[center]"Da da dum dum dum, da dum dum doo diddly dum dum da doo."[/center]