He could only lie there, watching, waiting, the light on the desk glowing and lighting up the dark room around him, showing off the occasional poster.
He didn't know how long he had been led here, staring into the darkness, waiting in turn to listen for the others.
The knocking of Bonnie didn't startle him but the light went out and he waited, or the staring of Chica never made him move an inch, the light on and glancing at her occasionally.
But then there was Freddy. He was the mastermind to all of this, waiting, peering through the window at random intervals. Sometimes when Bonnie's at the door, or sometimes when Chica was leering through the closet.
It hadn't taken long to get used to the sounds, the movements and what needed to be done. It was always simple.
Light off for Bonnie and sit down.
Light on and occasionally look over at Chica.
Curtains closed for Freddy.
The clock hit 4am and the light on the wall were slowly turning red, sanity dropping below normal as things began to speed up, having to strategically work on who was hiding next.
But he forgot about the one Animatronic that mattered.
He sat his hook across the top of his crib, slowly using his feet to push out from under it, scraping the floor with his sharp claws as he went before he began to slowly peer over the top, realising that the kid really didn't know what to do.
Foxy felt this insatiable hunger build inside him when the kid turned, seeing him staring at him. There was a moment of pause for both of them as Freddy put his head to the window, the small thump indicating he was there.
The kids eyes widened and he realised just what he had done, just how bad it was to forget about the scraping sounds that echoed from under his bed and around his room.
He couldnt help himself. He emerged fully from under the crib and jumped for the human.
But as a first for everything; there was no sound, not even a peep from the child as he struck, the blood slowly seeping into his endoskeleton arms and legs.
He had won this time, but who was he hunting next?