Foxy sticks his head up, seeing that he was now in a spacious wooden room. "Hello, I've seen you've awaken..." Marionette growls in a low voice, sounding as if he was disappointed. "We've arrived at a barn, as you can probably see. It sprinkled while you slept, are your systems doing well?" Foxy nods, feeling groggy, but also mentally spurring with information. He wished he could just go to Springtrap already.

The robot remembers how he was lying in the trunk of a truck. Foxy sits up, carefully climbing out of the truck. He jumps off of the left side, landing in the soft hay below. His springs and metal parts lightly clank when he walks towards the only door in the room. Foxy finds that the door leads outside, where he sees a quaint little home a hundred meters away.

Outside of that house was a woman working in the front yard. "How do you think I'll pass that? She could turn around any minute!" Foxy asks Marionette, hoping that the robot had some exploit to help this.

Marionette sighs, still sounding frustrated with something. Was it something Foxy had done?

"Actually, there is a spiritual ability you have. It's rather weak right now, but I think it'll still work. Here, I'll try turning it on for ya..." the puppet mumbles some words again, and then, after a minute, Foxy felt as if he was shooting forward towards the woman. He wasn't doing so physically, but his consciousness fell right into place into something, almost like a key in a padlock.

Foxy opens his eyes, his vision on the outside blurry and delayed. He turns his head and looks around. He was kneeling.

He was the woman!

"You're seeing through the eyes of the woman in the yard..." Marionette explains in a faraway, distant, yet distinguishable volume. Foxy couldn't believe it; this was an exploit in his system? "And, before you ask me, no, this is not a physical exploit." Well, that answers that. The woman stands up and walks to the front door, but not before stopping.

Switching back to Foxy's vision, he finally gets it and ducks down, knowing that the woman would turn around. "How do I do that?" Foxy asks himself, also halfheartedly asking Marionette at the same time. Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer, but that was the least of Foxy's worries.

"It's getting dark," Marionette whispers. "I hate it when it gets dark outside. It's better inside, where you're familiar with everything and know what to expect. It's worse in the outdoors. I barely know anything in the outdoors. It scares me to think the dangers out there." Marionette's rant simply went through Foxy's audio devices as he scouts for a place of entry in the house.

"...and knowing what HUMANS could do...Are you listening to me?" Foxy's ears perk up.

"Huh?"

The puppet sighs. "Look, there's a side door over there. Maybe you could go through there..." Foxy looks over at the only entrance that he could see. A dog walks out, and the door closes again. "Well, there goes your chance..."

Foxy growls, but immediately spots the dog intently staring back. "What is THAT? Is that me? In animal form?!" Foxy asks the mental puppet. Although he doesn't say anything, Foxy gulps and takes a step forward. The dog growls and takes a step towards him. Foxy looks around nervously. What could this dog do?

Foxy backs into the barn as the dog begins to dark very loudly. "Crap!" He crouches down as a human opens the door with a leash, and then ties him to a fence post. Although he was leashed, he persists and stretches it forward, still barking uncontrollably at Foxy. The human shakes his head and walks away.

"I think its safe to go now..." Marionette suggests. Foxy nods, and slowly walks forward to the side door. The robot makes his way across the yard, careful not to get too close to the barking dog. As he opens the door, Foxy checks the surroundings and finds nothing to worry about. Foxy continues into the small house.

"Where do you think the kid could be?" Foxy asks Marionette. Marionette sighs again and mumbles more words. Foxy feels as if he was shot forward, and wakes up in the eyes of someone upstairs.

"MATTHIAS! DINNER IS READY!" The boy was on the computer, reading an article Foxy couldn't quite piece together. Sighing, the boy stands from the computer and pets the Mangle head he had sitting on a counter. He opens the door and leaves the room.

Foxy's consciousness flies back to his actual robot body. "He's coming down..." Foxy presses against the wall, avoiding any contact with anyone. "It's in his room. Immediate right upstairs." Marionette smiles. At least his exploits are working.

After waiting a minute, Foxy makes a dash up the stairs and slams the door closed it behind him. "A bit too loud there!" Marionette berates. Foxy growls.

"Best I could do...woah..." Foxy observes the room. It was like a shrine of everyone in the pizzeria. On a desk sat plushies of Chica, Bonnie and Freddy. On the nightstand was a quaint little musicbox with a miniature puppet put on top. A cosplay of Freddy's top hat was on There were posters of the old pizzeria everywhere! Foxy thought that it would've disintegrated in the fire. 'What a weeb...' Marionette thought, spotting the horrible imitation of a Golden Freddy.

"Get the Mangle and go! Someone's coming upstairs!" Marionette hisses. Foxy snaps back to reality and snags the empty Mangle head. The mental puppet stops when Foxy puts his hand on the doorknob. "Wait. You'd be caught! HIDE!" Foxy panics. Where would he go?

Foxy dives under the bed, and the door squeaks open. "Matthias?" A soft, motherly voice calls. Two human feet stop at the door frame and proceeds to walk into the room.

'Good luck, Foxy!' Marionette says, Foxy trembling on the carpet.


Sorry this is SOOO late! Do I even have to say this?

I hit an EXTREME case of Writer's Block, and I'm not sure if I've clocked it in the face enough for it to go away. Maybe, like the Puppet in FNaF 3, it'll leave me alone on its own. Expect big intervals for the next chapters to come out. I know this is VERY low-quality like one-ply toilet paper, and PLEASE forgive me for providing garbage.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy