Foxy turned back around, not all that surprised to see Elizabeth stalk out of the shadows, removing herself from the tangles of deactivated machinery she had been blending in with.

He shot her the dirtiest look he could muster.

She simply laughed at it, twirling that small pushbutton knife between her fingers as she crossed the floor toward him.

Perhaps he hadn't noticed during the stabbing incident because he was so caught up on what was being said, but her movements were much more mechanical with her illusion dead. What was once very fluid and human-like had become jerky and artificial.

"That's not the look you give your friends when you see them, is it?"

Foxy stepped back a bit as she got closer, biting back whatever comment was forming in his head about her not being his friend.

There were more important things to focus on at the moment.

"What did you do to Michael?"

Elizabeth gave an odd grin. Foxy couldn't tell if it looked artificial because of what she was, or if it was because she was forcing it.

"What did I do? I haven't done anything to him. Not yet, anyway. I really don't really do the abducting. That's more for his kind," she gestured vaguely to wolf animatronic before stopping right in front of Foxy. "And her."

Foxy suddenly rooted himself to the spot, despite being ready to run moments before.

"Her?" He repeated stupidly, half-knowing the answer and half-refusing to acknowledge it.

Elizabeth's grin widened.

"Yes, her."

The next few seconds seemed to happen very quickly, he didn't have time to snap himself out of it.

She was much faster than she appeared to be.

And the next thing Foxy knew her arm was around his throat, pinning him against her; the stained blade of the knife was close to his face.

He tried to break free of her grip. But it wasn't much help, the cold metal of her arm wouldn't budge at all. Perhaps he shouldn't have expected to be stronger than a machine.

Still, he continued to struggle.

Elizabeth's tinny voice was right next to his ear, sending an unpleasant chill up his spine.

"You've already run into her, haven't you?"

He could feel the blade being lightly dragged across one of the cuts those nails had left.

"That encounter is what these are from, correct?"

Foxy tried to pull away from the knife, but he didn't have much room to squirm.

"You know," it was difficult to talk with how much pressure she was placing on his throat. "You lied to me earlier. You said she was dead. You said you saw that thing drag her back.

"Oh, that wasn't a lie. I did watch him drag her in. And make no mistake, she was dead. I thought you would've figured it out after meeting Miles, but I guess not."

The grip on his neck got a little tighter.

She got a little closer to his ear.

"Not everything that dies stays dead. Though, I do suppose your friend technically is still gone. Not really acting like herself, is she?"

"What did you do to her?"

Foxy was getting derailed from finding out what happened to Michael pretty easily, but that didn't really register in his head.

"Well, you see, Miles knows to play along so he can keep his sanity. But she couldn't do the same. So much hatred in her, there is. Was really difficult to get her to cooperate."

She turned around and Foxy was forced to turn as well.

"See that animatronic?" She whispered, pointing to a clown half illuminated by Foxy's fallen light with her knife.

It sat slumped against the wall, leaning to one side as if it was about to fall over.

She had those weird faceplates that Elizabeth had, though her features were far from being realistic. Some of the plates were dented and barely hanging on as if she had been hit with something blunt.

Actually, most of its body was decorated with dents like that.

But they weren't as noticeable as the large cavity in the middle of its stomach. It was as if it had been gutted. The paint on the metal around the cavity was very discolored. By the looks of it, it was discolored by something that had splattered onto it long ago.

Elizabeth didn't wait for him to respond.

"That's the one that caused that accident all those years ago. You should've seen her when she first came across it in here during early testing stages. Made all of those dents in it, she did. Quite funny, actually."

Foxy couldn't imagine how it would be.

Though he could easily imagine that discoloration being from blood.

"In the end, attempting to drill fact into her head was not enough. Well, it could have been with enough time. But why stick to that when there's a faster, more reliable method?"

Foxy was about to ask what that meant exactly, but ended up being cut short by the sound of a door slamming open, followed by Ballora harshly whispering: "Freddy, don't slam the doors open like that!" And Freddy whispering back: "S-s-sorry!"

Foxy wasted no time in screaming before Elizabeth could quiet him.

"Oh, you're such a killjoy, Fox."

The thundering of the group's footsteps came quickly.

Their lights came shining into the room.

Elizabeth made no move to drag him away or stick the knife straight into his neck. She remained in the same position.

He couldn't quite see them properly with three flashlights shining straight at his face, but he could tell that it was Charlie that walked the closest.

"Let him go."

"I could let him go, but that's no fun. Besides, it's not like I'm the one that has to deal with you three."

Elizabeth turned slightly towards the closed, rotting door opposite of all of them.

"Canner! Get back out here!"

After a short pause, the door slammed open and Riley clambered out.

Foxy could see dry mud caked onto her boots and a fresh spray of blood across her mask (which was now loosely held together with a couple of bits of duct tape).

She apparently needed no instruction, wordlessly making her way towards the group of three, who started to hesitantly inch their way back to the entrance.

Foxy would have loved to ask them to not leave him alone again with Elizabeth, but he felt as if he shouldn't.

Riley would probably rip them to shreds and Elizabeth could really kill him whenever she wanted to.

"Go!"

"What about you?" Charlie asked.

"I'll- I'll be fine!"

At least he was hoping that he would be.

Elizabeth made some sort of sound. It was as if she found that amusing.

He'd live, right?

They all continued to hang by the door, giving him weird looks.

"Go!" He repeated.

After another short moment of hesitance, the three bolted back into the hall. Riley chased after them.

"Might as well let the dog get some exercise too."

Elizabeth dragged Foxy closer to where the wolf hung, using the arm that wasn't holding him captive to flick a series of switches.

A loud growl echoed throughout the room.

Foxy couldn't quite see the thing from the position he was in, but he could hear it wildly thrashing about in the chains that held it up.

It snapped them rather easily, hitting the floor with a loud thud before scrambling out of the room, following the noise.

A loud scream echoed throughout the space, likely belonging to Freddy.

"Ohh, think one of them got Fred?"

"No,"

"Are you sure? That scream was awfully loud."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Foxy replied stubbornly.

Elizabeth chuckled.

"Alright, well, now that we're alone again, I say we go pay Father a visit."

Foxy made a funny choking sound, and not because he was being practically strangled.

"What? You wanted to see him, didn't you? Let's go see him."

Foxy was dragged to the door that Riley had come from earlier.

She kicked it open the rest of the way.

An extremely narrow passage greeted them, lined with various pipes.

There was no way they'd be able to pass through in their current position, so Elizabeth finally had to let go of him.

He was given no opportunity to escape as she was quick to shove him into the passage.

It felt really claustrophobic.

"Go on," she said. "Get moving."

It was impossible to move through very quickly, but that didn't stop Elizabeth from occasionally prodding him in the arm with the knife or shoving him a bit, telling him to go faster or to stop breathing so hard because it was annoying.

Foxy received a hard shove once they reached the end of the passage, knocking him to the floor.

"Get up."

He was soon picked up by the back of his shirt.

He attempted to wretch free of her grasp once more.

It was unsuccessful.

Elizabeth hardly budged.

And soon enough, he could feel his arms being twisted painfully behind his back.

"This way."

He was forced toward an unfinished wall with a large opening in it.

Despite his eagerness earlier, Foxy now trying very hard to not move.

But the slick floor gave him little traction. His shoes slid across it despite his best efforts.

"I hope that you realize what you're doing isn't very effective."

"Shut up."

His stupid, childish response earned an amused smile.

"Oh, please don't say that. It cuts me deep."

She swung him to the left, towards yet another hallway.

"Through here. Go faster."