Foxy wasn't entirely sure what Marionette meant by "our fun", but he would eventually find out soon.

He could already hear families filing out of the establishment as night began to set in, the dark sky outside showing through the open vent. The Supply Closet door unexpectedly swings open, showing the face of Freddy Fazbear himself. "Foxy!" the bear says. The fox wasn't sure if this was the sound of relief or anger, but the fox was glad that he was finally home. "Did you sneak out that vent?!" he demands angrily. Never mind. Now is not the time to throw a welcome back party.

Marionette frowns. "You're not gonna let that chubby clown boss you around, are you?" he says in a slightly sarcastic tone. Foxy really didn't want to fight. He could be stuck anywhere in the restaurant Freddy wanted him to go, but it didn't matter. He had his thoughts, his imagination, Marionette, Golden Freddy. The whole gang. "Try sleeping..." he growls real low. Was he talking to Foxy?

Of course he was. Foxy did as told as Freddy ranted on and on saying how everyone was deeply concerned of Foxy's whereabouts and his recently strange behavior. He listed the random hole in the wall, Bonnie's findings, the reports of a robotic fox out recklessly driving a car, everything that could possible pity poor Foxy's soul, but sleep mode was active, only offending Freddy even more.

"Are you ASKING to be thrown out?! We may have not as many animatronics to take care off, but that DOESN'T mean we can keep spending money on a fox that's no good!" Foxy could feel the electricity Marionette was focusing in his hands. Marionette smiles as he slowly whispers to Foxy,

"Touch his arm..." Foxy's eyelids snap open as he slowly reaches his hand out. Electricity shot in between the robots like a crack of lightning, and Freddy was shocked instantly. Although the zap didn't last longer than half a second, Freddy's systems certainly fried, and he was already having trouble standing up or processing any information in his CPU. "He'll be fine. Give him an hour."

Foxy exits sleep mode as he stands up and walks down the West Hall. "Hey. Did you crawl out of that vent? Dude, what for?" Bonnie barrages Foxy with questions, and seeing the bunny's existence bothered him enough already. The bunny's voice was full of fervor annoyance. Chica, who sat in he distance, knew Foxy would attack. Foxy reenters sleep mode and builds up his charge again. "Wow. You snaked out of a freakin' vent and drove around like a maniac to get a MANGLE head?!" Bonnie was fake-stifling a laugh, palpably mocking him. "Why, you can't let go after-"

Foxy outstretches his hand and zaps Bonnie, nearly locking his servos up completely. Instead, his eyes begin to droop and the arm that touched him swung down as if it disconnected from his control. The robot eventually put up his index finger to say something, but fell down face first on the ground in front of Foxy. Meanwhile, Chica was watching with horror from Show Stage.

Foxy exits sleep mode the second time, realizing that he was getting skilled at it. His discernible progress made the Marionette smile. After seeing Chica cower behind the curtains, then at that moment did Foxy see what he really had done. He had temporarily disabled Freddy severely and even shut down Bonnie, within his own power!

'This was not something to be proud of...' his mind raced. He hoped he wouldn't get in much trouble, but chances were, he'll end up in the same place again. The crimson fox even felt a little sorry for the purple bunny. Wait, no he didn't...

"Cheer up, Foxy. Look, you got revenge on the two jerks that you simply had to fight back to! That's called standing up for yourself, and that's an accomplishment!" Marionette encourages. Sure, yeah, Bonnie may have deserved that, but Freddy really didn't. Luckily, Foxy's blind rage hadn't caused him to turn on Chica as well. She was most certainly the nicest one of the four, and everyone agreed on it.

Foxy guiltily trudges back to Pirate Cove, splitting the curtains and plonking down next to a pile of crates. It's been a while since he's actually been in this room, but he had more than that to think about.

'Today was a big day...' Foxy thought to himself, ultimately deciding to sleep it off. His head should be clearer tomorrow.

Drips of water slowly break free from the branches that hold captive to them in the distance. Foxy looks up and crawls out of the dream hole of Dreamland, wondering what awaits him next. "Foxy..." a low growl sounds behind him. Oh no, Golden Freddy. "What did I tell you about that puppet?"

His tone wasn't angry or demanding, but it struck just as much, if not more, guilt into Foxy as if the tone WAS full of anger and demand. Foxy dreadfully turns around and faces the bear. "Well?"

Gulping in his robotic neck, Foxy managed to squeak out, "You said not to trust him..." As if it isn't quiet enough, Foxy's voice fades quieter as he speaks. Goldie knew that Marionette was always lingering in Foxy's mind, but what could he do? He knows that if Marionette stays any longer and finds more exploits for Foxy to use, the robot would only deal more damage to everyone.

Golden Freddy had to feel sorry for the fox. First, taken away from the one thing he wanted, and now a chance was given to unleash his anger, which he would have to deal with later himself. It's not entirely Foxy's fault, but what was there for Golden Freddy to do? There really wasn't much he could tell him, and demanding him to stay away from the puppet would be like telling him to take out his battery and throw it in a river. He can't control it, and neither can Golden Freddy. Marionette had a force, one that was similar to other phantoms, including Goldie himself. It was a matter of finding out its weakness and taking it down, was all.

But that required Foxy, and he needs to find something of his own first. So, Golden Freddy gets started with his current plan, hoping to end any damage before it was even dealt.

He clears his neck with authority to change the subject, sensing discomfort in both of the two. "Well, Foxy. I have another clue about Mangle's computer."

And yes, Goldie is referring to her memory, robot systems, etc.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy