The office door slid open slowly, revealing the empty hall. As he peered out, a loud bang echoed from the end of the hall. A small pink toy cup cake rolled out from the darkness and came to a stop at Esmond's feet. Deep in the shadows of the doorway at the end of the corridor stood the emaciated metal and fur silhouette of Foxy as he stared down his grinning maw at the guard in the door. The eye patch was raised and both eyes stared motionlessly at the guard for a couple seconds before Foxy finally flared into motion again, leaping through the air at the door with both arm reaching forward and his toothy maw wide open.