(thewhitemangledfox) Bloody Posers
It drove Foxy mad whenever that damned camera was just, just watching him. With that bloody red light flickering on, the near silent sound of machinery whirling, and just the idea of the bastard focusing on him, and only him. It drove him insane! But then again, so did the idea of not having anyone to pay attention to him. Being in maintenance for such a long time would do that to you.
To seek a moment's refuge, and perhaps find someone to pay attention to him, the Animatronic moved from his cove as soon as the camera turned off. Trying not to make too much noise to rouse the suspicion of the night guard, the animatronic moved silently towards somewhere he had not visited in a long while.
The label on the door, yet the words 'MAINTENANCE' could still be read. Part of him was unsure if he even wanted to go in, considering the company in the room. But maybe Bonnie, Chica or even Freddy was hiding within here. No doubt to screw with the night guard.
Pushing open the door with an audible creak, Foxy slowly walked in. It was dark, but as soon as his eye lights flickered on, he could easily see. Boxes piled atop one another, tools, as well as... What appeared to be the old suits and models. The ones that where used to replace him and his crew in the previous establishment.
Yet one of them was missing. That white fur'd bitch, aye, he remembered that one... Was she active?
"A-A-Arrrrrgh... Did someone boot ya back up, youuuuu scurvy mutt?" He taunted, looking around the maintenance room.
