Foxy grins, almost maliciously, at the power he carried with him.

"How did that work?"

"Some of the locks and doors here are electrically powered," Marionette describes simply. Foxy shrugs, looking down the East Hall. Glad to be out, Marionette reminds him,

"Now, we have to turn OFF sleep mode for you before you get too weak. Try waking up." Foxy again didn't know what he meant, but he suddenly felt as if he was waking up, even though he had never slept. Energy came back to his other joints and parts. His hydraulics were back, up and running like they should.

"What was that?" Foxy asks out loud. "That was..."

"An exploit. And your system has many more..." Foxy's grin holds, and he walks down to the Office. Marionette smiles. "So, Foxy, has Golden Freddy ever told you about me?" Foxy stops, smile dropping.

"Oh yeah, actually. He said not to trust you," Foxy replies. "I don't know why though, to be be honest."

"Hey...what did I do?" Foxy's eyebrows slant in guilt. He believed Goldie as well. He shrugs.

"I don't know what you did..." Foxy felt more guilty for some reason. It almost felt like an external force, but it didn't matter to him. "And I don't know what you and Golden Freddy had that made him like that." Marionette stops like Foxy. They weren't to speak of that...

"Well...uh...we'll see ya later then! Bye!" Marionette urges. Foxy had many more questions, which were mostly about Mangle...

"Wait, uh-" But Foxy feels as if a big weight was lifted off of his body, and he couldn't feel Mar's presence. Did this happen to the other animatronics? Were they possessed by someone else? Perhaps Golden Freddy?

That must be why Marionette refused to talk about him.

Foxy grips his head. 'Too much to think about...'

Foxy waits in the office until everyone in the restaurant leaves, then leaves to go see Springtrap again. He had to tell him about what happened with the exploits, and what Marionette had to do with all of this. But before he exits the West Hall, he was stopped by Freddy Fazbear, who had his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"Foxy, did you open up that hole in the wall over there?" Freddy asks, staring intently at the cowering robot. Everyone knew the consequence of angering the team captain. Foxy nods quickly, and Freddy squints. "And why did you do that?" Foxy knew he couldn't just tell him about Springtrap. They might throw him away if they saw him.

"Well, I..." Foxy shrugs sheepishly, not thinking of a valid lie quick enough. Freddy sighs and grabs Foxy by the arm.

"And HOW did you escape the Supply Closet? I could've sworn that I locked it..." Foxy looks over at the Dining Area, seeing Chica look back with pity. 'Ha, she told on me.'

Freddy half-shoves him into the tight space and shuts the door. The fox begins to hear the keys outside, which indicated that Freddy locked it. Was there something to do here?

"Marionette?" Foxy whispers, expecting him to reply in his mind, but he never showed up. The fox sighs. Where's he gonna go now? The door's locked, and he can't do the lock exploit without Marionette. "Better do something productive here..." he says to himself. He scans the room: just nothing but a broom, a mop and bucket, a shelf behind him lined with cleaning products, and the single light bulb above him, providing light.

On the corner the camera was on, Foxy sees a little grid. "A vent?" He opens it with a snap. It wasn't that small, but Foxy would have to make an incredibly tight squeeze if he wanted to get through it. It was a wonder how Mangle, the toys and the other animatronics managed to fit through them in the first place, let alone crawl through them.

Foxy shrugs; there really wasn't anything else for him to do in the Supply Closet other than wait, and he certainly didn't want to do that. Firstly, he tries crawling in like Toy Chica, knees tucked and head ducked. "Too short," he mutters, thinking of everyone else.

Next, he tries crawling in with both of his arms like Chica, with both arms outstretched forward. "Still can't fit!"

Finally, Foxy puts one arm out at a time, like Balloon Boy, or Mangle. Finally, after some shifting around in the same spot so he could fit in the vent, he somehow fits his body in it. "Now what..." he whispers. He was looking backwards, his two legs were still dangling out on the floor, and only one arm was flopped in front of him. He must look like an idiot in this position.

Foxy tries to scoot forward, and, after some weird joint jiggling, his hydraulics slide forward in the vent. Despite the difficult position, Foxy pushes onward, one centimeter at a time. 'I can't do this for long...' he grunts, his legs finally fitting inside the vent. He slides down the small space just for a little bit longer. He finally finds a junction, but sees the other end of one of them having a light on the other end. It even had that bright blue ceiling.

"Outside!" he mumbles, his voicebox considerably muffled by his own chin. Slowly, but surely, Foxy scoots closer and closer towards the light. After another thirty minutes of this tedious process, he eventually reaches the panel that directly led to the outdoors. With what little field of vision he had, Foxy could see that the ground was right outside the wall. His scent detectors could even smell the fresh air of the outdoors.

That is, if he could figure out a way to bust open the vent panel.

He tried banging his head against it, but it was simply stuck. The space in the vents was still too tight for his head to move. "Marionette?" he whispers again.

"What is it, Foxy? What is going on? Why are you staring at metal?" Marionette sparks like a lighter. Foxy never knew that he was still there. "Sorry, I just had my morning cup of coffee." Morning? It was 1:00 in the morning!"

"Can you uh...help me here? I'm kind of stuck in the vents." Marionette pauses before replying, before stifling a laugh. "I made it pretty far on my own, you know!" Marionette couldn't hold it in and starts laughing in his mind.

"I'm...I'm sorry...Alright...let's get you out of here." Marionette mumble some cryptic language, and Foxy feels something wash over him, like the slight pitter-patter of rain. His consciousness left his body, and the former floated up and out. Foxy felt as if he transcended into space. All around him were colors and lights that were indistinguishable. It was almost like a high of some sort.

And after only mere seconds, Foxy felt as if he was falling away from this transcendent world, back into earth. His feelings return, and the first thing he feels were the cold vents below him. Standing up, he felt so free from the cramped space around him. It was such a great relief compared to the conditions he was in earlier.

Foxy opens his eyes, to see that the vent had multiplied in size. He looks down at himself.

Only to see that he had shrunk.

Sorry about being so late, you guys! I was in the middle of some things and some procrastination, but my stories should be back online real soon. Oh, and uh, expect more of these weird exploits as well. They'll lead on to some key parts of the story, even if they sound completely irrelevant.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy