Why?
I decided that Foxy's plan was suicidal. I sneak out at night and try to follow him. His tracks were hardly noticeable in the gloom, but I managed to follow him to the old Cinema. "Why would you come to a place like this?" I wondered aloud. I tried to open the door, but it seemed to be barricaded. I looked for a way in around back. Luckily, the storm cellar doors were unlocked, and those happened to connect to the basement. I entered inside, and gazed around at the dark, musty room. "Why a place like this?" I wonder again. I try to go up the concrete stairs, but the door at the top was locked tight. I hear the cellar doors slam shut. Oh god, who did that? I run to the doors. Barred. "Why?" I asked, "Why are you doing this? I've been through enough hell already!" No answer. I try to push the doors with all my might, but nothing happened. It was like they barred it with an array of steel bars. I had to find a way out. I spot a large vent in the wall. "Just the right size." I jerk the grate off, and crawled in. It was a surprisingly long tunnel, with few turns. It began to incline steeply, and seemed to be getting smaller. Finally, when it seemed I was going to get stuck, a vent opening. I peer through the grates, and I see an empty, seemingly secret, room. I press myself out of the vent, and look around. It's so dark, but I can make out the shadow of a figure. It's not Foxy. I approach them, and they blare a terrifying, blood curdling scream, and then, as quick as it happened, they disappear. On the opposite wall, there is another vent. "Another one? You've gotta be kidding me.