The storm raged, showing no sign of stopping. As an experienced captain, he knew these parts, and the various wormhole whirlpools that laced the area, appropriately called Dimensional Alley. There ship was tossed around like salad in a bowl. The boat was jostled suddenly, and Randall, one of the crew mates, was thrown over the side of the boat. Through the darkened night, and howling winds, his cries were heard, and Foxy answered the call, running fast down the length of the ship, getting in their in seconds. He grabbed Randall's hand, and pulled him over the guard rail. Soon after, a wave crashed on the deck, ripping open a large hole. The crew panicked, yelling and causing much commotion. While the rest of the crew was occupied, Randall said with an evil smile, "Have a nice swim captain", he said as he pushed Foxy over the edge of the ship.
The captain fell 15 feet to the water, hitting it with a loud smack. The frantic crew couldn't hear Foxy's cries for help, as he was thrown about like a ragdoll. He soon gave up hope as he saw the ship race further and further into the distance. His next concern was the wormhole whirlpool. Even though the ship's course was several hundred meters from one, with the storm sending them off course, he didn't know how accurate that was, and the whirlpools were powerful, meaning no matter how far away Foxy was, he could easily get sucked in. He felt the pull of one maybe 200 meters away, his other option being to drown. He kept himself afloat until he spotted the glowing, green, swirling waters. He felt himself be sucked in, but blacked out after that.
MEANWHILE
Bonnie stood in front of the small building. He looked down at the wooden grate covering the hole, like a student does for a test they didn't prepare for. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. He stepped on the grate, his heart ready to pound it's way right out of his chest.
"Visitor detected, visitor detected!", a voice called from below. Bonnie freaked out and ran, leaving the mysterious voice confused. Bonnie sprinted with all his might to the beach, where he relaxed after another failed attempt at joining the AAL, or Animatronic Adventure League. He sat on the abandon beach, and watched the waves roll in, as the sun set on the horizon.