The End?
I approach the end of the vent. I pry off the cover, albeit with difficulty. "Foxy." There he is, laying on the ground, being slowly sawn to pieces. The saws were connected to some sort of device, which utilized arms to do its bidding. I check Foxy. The saws had already severed half way through his body. I head over to the machine, and start pushing random buttons to try and help my dear friend, but it only made it worse. Several more saws began slowly moving towards him. Seemingly on instinct, i shoved him out of the way, but was forced to take his place. The pain was unbearable, but my friends were more important. Heh, who knew I'd get ripped to shreds to save my friends not once, but twice? Suddenly, a flash of light, then pitch black. I know it's the end now. The true end.
