On the way to Foxy's cove, she picked up the monitor. She switched on the camera. Show stage. Freddy, Chica, no Bonnie. She cussed under her breath and ran faster. There was a groan in the corner, a creak, and an angry growl. A purple animatronic, with large ears. "Foxy saved you." It said. "You were my kill. I am known for my temper." Jenny's heart beat fast. "But there is no Foxy here to save you now. The fact that he got you, and got repaired?" Jenny grimaced. "What happened to Foxy?" Jenny asked. "When you are dead in the parts and service room too, you'll see." He growled. "I have a reason for you NOT to kill me." Jenny said. "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LISTEN TO SILLY REASONS!" Bonnie growled. He grabbed Jenny by the back of her Neck and pulled, dragging her across the floor. She screamed as loud as she could. There was a groaning in the parts and service room. Bonnie just laughed. "No," Jenny whispered weakly. There was Foxy, on the floor, all fur torn, teeth missing, eyepatch ripped off. An arm missing. Hearing her voice her stirred weakly on the floor, struggling to get up. He was on his feet. He growled and threw himself at Bonnie. "This girl is Jennifer Bridger!" He yelled on the way. Blackness. Nothing.