Mable: Seeing that the custom night has an August 8th release date, it's obvious that this story will be finished before it releases. Because of this, I've had another idea for what to do in August, but it's not concrete yet. So, just throwing it out there now. Also, a new poll is posted if you'd like to check it out. Enjoy!

Can't Go Home Again

Chapter Ninety-One

It was around nine o'clock in the evening. No cars were parked in either Afton Robotics or the new Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria's parking lots, the sun had gone down some time ago, and the quietness of the night felt both calm and foreboding. It was like a heavy blanket, both comforting and smothering underneath a dark, starless sky. It was the perfect time for what was coming.

Nobody would notice the van discreetly driving to the pizzeria. Nor would they notice the brief time the back doors were open before the van drove off once more. If there were cameras, they probably would've assumed that someone had just gotten confused and drove elsewhere. Considering that anything on the van had recently been painted over with white paint, there would be no way to identify who had stopped either. It looked as though nothing had changed.

If not for the two beings making their way around the back of the still closed pizzeria. It could've stayed a semi-normal night in the parking lot, but it had become abnormal quickly with the rapid footsteps. Once at the back of the pizzeria, an animatronic head peered around the corner and scanned through the opening of the alleyway. It was dark, dank, and seemed to be a dumping ground for all sorts of trash. Not just bags and cans, but soggy boxes, newspapers, and even an abandoned bicycle. It wouldn't be too unlikely to believe that strangers dropped off their trash here too.

Foxy hummed in disturbance as he looked around the alleyway. His ears perked as he tried to listen in on this supposed 'noise' that Ennard had heard. As he did, Marionette brushed past and began to hover down the alley. Being trapped between the wall of the building and the wall behind the pizzeria was claustrophobic, but they didn't have time to delay. Not when they had to find a way into the pizzeria. Pinprick lights of his eyes began to scan over the ground and walls as Marionette inched deeper behind the pizzeria.

"Wait…" Foxy suddenly spoke in warning. Marionette halted as Foxy's ears twitched. "…I hear somethin'… Might be the sound…" Yet he couldn't tell. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he tried to see if he felt coaxed by the noise, but he wasn't. It was an uncomfortable sort of sound, an irritating sort of dial tone, but it didn't seem to coax him in any way. "Ugh, that'll put a bee in yer bonnet… Tell me it ain't me. Ya hear it too?"

"I can't hear anything," Marionette admitted as he tilted his head and focused. It was very odd that he couldn't hear whatever it was, which started to concern him. "Where is it coming from?"

"Over here," Foxy coaxed as he passed by. He climbed around a stack of boxes and crunched over a garbage bag as he approached a cluster of cans past a dumpster. Marionette already disliked the alleyway. It brought up bad memories from back at Freddy's, and it didn't help that it held the same rotting smell of decayed supplies and abandoned dreams. Yet the pizzeria hadn't even opened; possibly a good thing or the smell of rotting food would also be prominent. Marionette wouldn't be getting much nostalgia from that smell.

Foxy started to walk around the cans when he stopped and raised himself in alert. Marionette started to approach when Foxy whipped out an arm and stopped him. "You see that, Marion?" Foxy muttered lowly. His ears were perked and his head turned down, with him quickly going on his guard as he stared at whatever it was in the alley. It was now that Marionette moved to his other side to see better. He was blocked again by an arm, but this time he could see what Foxy was looking at.

Slumped in the alleyway and hidden in trash bags was what almost looked like a version of Freddy. Most specifically, it seemed to resemble Toy Freddy, though shaped a bit differently and colored black. A single yellow eye stared out from its tilted head from above its gaped open mouth. One of its hands was clutching a microphone while the other was dropped between it and one of the trash bags circling it. It didn't look like it was damaged, but something about it randomly being there was odd. Especially since Marionette couldn't feel any lingering soul from this distance.

"Shiver me timbers! It be a Freddy recolor!" Foxy announced with faux drama, which followed with a prompt scoff. "I can see why it be out in the trash." The Puppet tried to approach, but Foxy yanked him back. "Ah, ah. No. The noise is comin' from it," Foxy forewarned as he looked over the bear. His non-covered eye affixed on the microphone. "Right there. It be comin' from the phone."

"Are you positive?" Marionette asked as he dipped under Foxy's arm and leaned closer to the bear. He stared into its eyes and noticed that its left one was blackened out. It was a peculiar sort of style, but it went briefly ignored as he continued trying to feel for any sign of a soul. There was nothing there; the animatronic was lifeless and fully clean of souls. "How peculiar… How would an animatronic make it here when they are not sentient? Perhaps someone brought it here."

"I wouldn't put it past any good businessman to dump a Freddy recolor in the trash," Foxy quipped as he looked around the alleyway. He finally noticed the door into the back. "Ah, there we be! Let's see…" He approached and yanked on the doorknob. "Hmm, locked…" Not that he was surprised. "Onto the real plan!" Foxy announced as he leaned down and began removing the fabric off his legs. Being the fabric that was recently replaced, it was both easy to remove and didn't hurt him to do so. It already made him look moderately more scrap-worthy.

Though Marionette was still perplexed by the black bear. Something about it coaxed him closer and made him more interested, setting off his sixth sense as though the animatronic was significant. Yet he still couldn't hear this supposed noise that Foxy was talking about. It was then that his gaze landed on the fabric plate of its chest and noticed that it was slightly opened at the neck. He reached his fingers underneath and tugged it open, revealing the inside of the animatronic's body. There was an endoskeleton, but he was surprised at how spacious the belly was.

It almost seemed like the storage tank that Funtime Freddy would've had, but the roominess spread into the legs and the arms as well. Perhaps someone had just failed to find a proper stuffing material for the bear. The only part that didn't have hollow spots was the neck and possibly the head. It seemed too small to be worn by a human, but he started to wonder if it would fit something else. Though this would mean that he would have to do something that he hadn't in a long time.

Marionette didn't like possessing animatronics. He had done it once or twice and failed doing it with Ennard, but when given the choice, Marionette refused to do it. It would almost feel too much like he was taking the body from the soul that wielded it. Yet this Freddy was entirely empty. It wasn't anyone's body, so winding his strings into its endoskeleton and puppeteering its movements seemed a little less invasive.

"You slip in once they find and take me in," Foxy commanded as he started to sit down beside the back door and prepared for a fake sleep mode. "Don't be a hero, Lad. Wait fer Foxy once yer inside."

"Actually…" Marionette timidly began. "…I think I may try to get in with this animatronic." Foxy's eyepatch raised as he stared in alarm, looking between the Puppet and the Freddy recolor.

"What do you mean 'with'? I don't want ya near that thing, Marion," Foxy pointed out. "Not with it squealing out like a tea kettle. Just slip in when ya can." He gave a slight wave and slumped against the wall. During which, Marionette gave a slightly unenthused sighing sound.

"This is safer and easier, and it'll allow me to see everything from inside. It's not a Springlock suit; it doesn't even seem to be a suit from here, just under-stuffed. It would be the perfect disguise." Marionette peered into the cavity once more. It felt safe, especially with the soft twisting inside of his chest to go with it. It was as though he wanted to climb inside the space. As though it was his box. "…I'm going inside."

"Don't ya dare, Lad," Foxy semi-threatened as he watched out of the corner of his eye. In response, Marionette promptly started to climb into the body cavity of the empty animatronic. It was a strangely awkward sort of fit and Marionette had to tuck his head down again the top near the neck, but he managed to fit. "Marion, get out of that thing!" Foxy gave a frustrated snap as he watched the black fingers tug the chest plate back in. "Yer just givin' yerself more work!"

Marionette gave a dismissive wave before clicking the chest into place. Marionette then shifted to get more comfortable and released his strings into the interior of the body. It wouldn't take him long to take control of the body. There was a sort of comfort in the safety that it provided, one that made him almost feel too relaxed in comparison to what he was to be doing. He eased into idleness as he waited to be found. He heard not a trace of the alleged sound. He just felt a pricking of contentment and numbness edging on his senses.

The alleyway returned to silence once more and they waited to be found.

The phone ringing broke Scott out of his reverie. He had been staring at an informercial with a total lack of interest and waiting patiently for midnight. As though immediately after midnight, Mike would call and tell him that he had Ennard. It being much too early for this went entirely ignored as he rushed to gather the phone and answer it.

"Hello?" Scott blurted out as his pulse began to start racing. Earliness could either be a very bad sign or a very good sign, and he was more certain in one than the other. Though to his surprise, it was not Mike.

"Scott, it's me," Chance said. His voice was strained. "I need you to get over here. I found two more animatronics in the alley." Scott could only assume who those animatronics were.

"O-Okay, sure," Scott agreed anxiously. "Is… Is Mike there yet?"

"Not yet. I need these done and gone before he shows up," Chance affirmed. It was obvious that he was just as stressed as Scott himself was, though for different reasons. "Can you make it?" Of course he could. He gave only the briefest of agreements and then hurried out of the house.

It didn't take Scott long to drive to the pizzeria. He found Chance waiting out front with the taser and the tape player, both of which he eagerly handed over to the younger man as he escorted him into the alleyway and back to the door. He unlocked the door for him as he had last time.

"You know what to do. In and out. I need these animatronics moved out of here before Mike begins his shift, alright?" Chance rushed out, to which Scott stiffly nodded in agreement. He had a suspicion that he knew what was waiting for him inside and upon stepping in and seeing Foxy he was unsurprised. If anything, he bit his lip more out of dread from what was going to happen in the next evening, even if he wouldn't be present for it. He sat down at the table across from Foxy and waited until he was sure Chance had walked off.

"Hey Foxy…" Scott awkwardly greeted.

"Yar. Evenin' Scott," Foxy greeted back with a cocking of his head. "Didn't expect to see ya."

"I, uh… I wish I could say the same," Scott quietly admitted. "I sort of knew it wasn't just going to be Mike and Marionette…"

"It's cause I be the resourceful one," Foxy brushed off. He then looked to the tape player. "Same thing ya played fer Ennard?"

"It should be… The fifth one is a little intense, so brace yourself," Scott said and cleared his throat. He then reached over and switched on the tape player. It began to run through the first prompt, to which Foxy didn't react whatsoever. It wasn't until the space between prompts that Foxy spoke again.

"Heard the noise," Foxy announced. "Think it was the noise. Didn't tempt me, but Ennard ain't been 'round as long as ol' Foxy. Sounded like it was comin' from this recolored Freddy." Scott let that sink in too long and by time he had a response the second prompt was playing. He waited for it to run through then he dared to ask more.

"Did Marionette hear it?" Foxy shook his head in response as they rode through the third prompt. By now Foxy was tapping his hook against the table impatiently. By prompt four, Foxy was occasionally twitching and seemed visually distressed by the noise. As expected, prompt five was what finally triggered a real reaction.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Foxy muttered with a slight twitch of his neck and a full body shudder. He tapped his hook faster on the table as he gave a low, mechanical growl. "Sounds like… Freddy music… Ugh. I hate it." Foxy was just getting irritated enough that Scott felt moderately unnerved by it. After all, Foxy had been one of the many animatronics who had hunted him down. Then again, he hadn't remembered Foxy as one of the animatronics that put him in the suit in the back. He hadn't even recalled if Foxy was present.

Thankfully, the recording clicked off and Scott finished the checklist. "I-I guess they're going to move you now… Be careful, okay?" Scott stood from the table and started back to the door as Foxy went 'idle' again. Stepping out into the alleyway, Scott spotted Chance further up the alleyway, looking around some garbage bags. "He passed."

"Alright. Now you help me move him," Chance abruptly announced. Scott's brows raised in surprise, to which Chance quickly continued, "Moving that thing in here alone nearly killed my back, and the second one's heavier than the fox. Come on, back into the room." As the older man stepped right back into the interrogation room, Scott couldn't help but find confusion in what he said.

"Heavier than Foxy? I thought Foxy said Marionette was here… Unless… Unless there's a second animatronic that's not Marionette. Maybe the Freddy?" This made his dread instantly reignite. Scott had come to help smuggle in Mike's backup, not to handle yet another questionable animatronic. Still, he followed Chance inside. Chance retrieved a dolly out of the shadowy corner and both he and Scott proceeded to get Foxy onto it. They then wheeled Foxy through a hidden back door, larger than the other door, and into what almost looked like a tight crawlspace.

"What…" Scott looked at the openings to other sections of the crawlspace. "What's this?" It almost looked like the little tunnels and passages through Afton's, though wider in nature and seemingly opening into small rooms and connected by thinner passages.

"Vent system. Don't worry about it," Chance waved off. "I've been using it to store these broken-down ones away from the pizzeria. You don't want to walk into a pizzeria and see this thing propped in the corner," Chance said as he gestured to Foxy. Foxy stayed completely still, but inwardly was half offended and half proud that his guise had worked. "Let's go get the other one. We're running out of time."

The second animatronic, which Scott helped Chance move into the interrogation room, was the black colored version of Freddy that Foxy warned of. If anything was confusing about it- not the recoloring, as Freddy's was notorious for making character clones- it was the fact that Chance was considering this as 'scrap'. As far as Scott could see, this animatronic looked to be in good enough condition for the showroom floor. Though there was something peculiar about its eye, but that could've been covered or replaced rather quickly.

Still, he was left alone with it as Chance left, and Scott stared at the dead gaze of the dark bear. He started to rewind the tape player to the beginning of the prompts and only now realized that Chance had only give him one paper to fill out. He would either have to reuse or remember what he saw. It was a task that became much simpler after a few seconds passed and the silence was broken.

"It's me," a voice murmured from the core of the bear. It sounded slightly muffled, but it was obviously Marionette, which was somewhat confusing but also relieving.

"…I had a hunch," Scott answered, even though that might've been a stretch. "Foxy said you were here… Why are you in that?"

"It's easier to get inside in this body," Marionette explained, "and to get to the same place as the others. I wouldn't want Chance to see what I really am. He may recognize me."

For all intent and purposes, that was a relatively good idea. Scott had no doubt that Chance would recognize him as soon as he saw him, and Chance most likely knew about the Puppet's rather interesting history. Not to mention that while there were many Foxys, keeping Foxy somewhat separated from his business, there was only one Puppet that had been in production to Scott's knowledge. Perhaps one or two prototypes, but Henry had become interested in one design in particular and thus gave this one priority. William never argued with it.

Then again, William never made any move to build a second Puppet. Perhaps he knew by then that there was something peculiar about it. It was too much for Scott to think about.

The prompts played through normally until the final one. As Foxy had, Marionette reacted to the fifth audio prompt. He lifted the bear's body upright as he listened in closer to the sound. With a low chime chiming, Marionette paid closer attention to the noise. While sounding garbled and corrupted, the music was rather familiar.

"I think Goldie played that song once… Golden Freddy, Fredbear, excuse me," Marionette voiced as the tape player came to a stop. Scott looked to him in surprise and was about to question it, but was interrupted by incoming footsteps from outside. He mouthed a quick 'Chance' and stood from his seat to get the door. Apparently from Chance's arrival he hadn't gone far, but he said nothing to indicate that he heard the conversation inside. As before, Scott and Chance wheeled the bear holding Marionette out of the room and dropped it off beside Foxy.

The animatronics only briefly acknowledged each other once the two men left. Both knew it would be a while before midnight and to be careful they would wait. It hadn't been the first time.

After locking both doors, Chance and Scott were back in the alleyway. The old man rubbed at his face wearily and reached for Scott's shoulder to squeeze it. "Thanks for coming by so quick. I've got to stick around to meet up with Mike, but you can head home. I don't want to monopolize anymore of your night."

"Are you sure?" Scott quietly asked. As confused as he was about the entire situation, he did still worry a little about Chance. The old man shouldn't have been alone with the animatronics, even with Mike coming soon enough. "I can stay until he gets here."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just going to wrap up a few things while I still have the chance. You head home," Chance assured. With a nod, Scott started heading down the alley. "And Scott?" The man paused and looked back in confusion. The older man looked at him for a second, silently, and then asked, "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"N-No problem. Just… If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away," Scott assured. He then continued to leave. He wasn't sure what to think, but he knew he couldn't stay.

Chance however did stay until Mike eventually arrived. He watched the navy car drive in the parking lot from his own car and stepped out as Mike had. He nearly rushed the young man; possibly because it wasn't too long before midnight. "It's about time. What took you so long?" Chance lightly scolded with an impatient huff. Mike quickly leapt to his own defense.

"The party doesn't usually get started until midnight, so I didn't think it was worth coming in early," Mike pointed out with a confused look. Chance shook his head and waved a hand.

"I already told you, this isn't a situation like that. This is an entirely different sort of job." Yet as much as he denied this, Mike didn't look entirely convinced. Chance just decided to give up on trying to deny it. "Alright, whatever, it doesn't matter. What does matter is you getting in the office so that I can get out of here. I've already spent too much time standing out here waiting."

Mike furrowed his brows at the comment. "Exactly how long have you been out here?"

"As far as I'm concerned, I've been standing outside this same damn restaurant for twenty years," Chance snapped as he turned on his heel and started around the pizzeria. It was the opposite side to where he had taken Scott, but Mike wouldn't have known. "But that ends tonight, Mike. Tonight it's not me sitting in on this, it's you. I'll be honest with you; there is a chance that this could get out of hand…" He sent a glance back at Mike with a firm warning, "You could walk away now."

"If it's helping you out, then I can handle one more night," Mike assured. He waited a moment longer before adding, "Besides, it would be a waste of gas to leave right after getting here."

"I sort of figured that you wouldn't walk away… Hey, makes it easier for me. That way I don't get stuck in the office all night," Chance said as he continued to lead Mike back to a hatch door. He unlocked the door and opened it only a sliver and held it open as he looked to Mike. "Here's the deal. The second this door closes behind you, it's going to immediately lock. Just an automatic locking door, alright? It's all one way."

"And it unlocks at six like the one at Hickory's?" Mike inquired curiously. "I think that's what was going on over there. The doors acted like they were on a timer."

"You would be correct about that, but not here. This door won't open back up from that side," Chance shot down Mike's hope immediately. "But there's another way out. At six in the morning the automatic door between the pizzeria and the space in the walls, which is connected to the office, will open and you can just walk into the actual pizzeria. The front door can easily be opened from the inside. I'm sure you can piece two and two together from there."

As forthright as Chance was being, Mike started to feel a little less comfortable with this entire scenario. Especially now that he was aware he would be stuck until six, which almost entirely ruined their plans.

"You'll be here at six?" Mike inquired. Maybe there was still a window of time to sneak the animatronics back out.

"Hell no! The whole point is so I don't have to be here at six!" Chance seemed to eagerly turn down. "Look, it sounds worse than it is. I promise that this will be the last Freddy job you're going to do."

"Yeah, something tells me that you can't keep that promise," Mike inwardly quipped. Outwardly, he decided to be much less abrasive. "I can handle it until six. Anything else I should know about?" Chance gave a firm 'no' and opened the door to him, to which Mike eagerly climbed into. He allowed the door to close behind him as he squeezed past the entryway and into a small room. It seemed to be the office, but it more realistically looked like a slightly larger vent that had a desk shoved into it.

"I can already tell that this is going to be a lot of fun," Mike muttered as he tugged back the seat and sat down at the small computer. On either side of him was an open vent, which only raised more alarms in my head. "Because two open vents don't look entirely suspicious. Moving on." He brought out the HandUnit that he had smuggled in under his jacket and set it on the desk beside the computer. It looked as it normally did, save that it was now fixed and had a cable sticking out of it to plug into a computer.

Fritz's theory was that Mike could use the HandUnit to hack into any computer that came from Afton's. He couldn't tell if the computer had or not, but it was worth a shot. Especially since Fritz worked so hard to get it in working condition and had been willing to drop off Foxy and Marionette. It was worth a shot to bypass any computer passwords, but he hoped it didn't get that dire.

The computer itself was about as basic as could be. When he turned on the monitor, there wasn't even any direct camera feed. While this would only make his time more difficult, Mike had dealt with a limited camera before. In some cases, the camera had barely even helped. He began to search the computer for whatever else he could use. At first there wasn't much to see; an empty task menu, a place to order equipment, and other things that Mike had limited interest in. It was then that he found what seemed to be a motion detector.

The layout of the building was very peculiar, but close enough to what Chance had said. A sort of strange system of passages led in a vent system around a large room at the center, which was most likely the pizzeria itself. With a low hum, Mike clicked on the motion detector and waited for a response. After a few moments the computer alerted to movement in one of the corners furthest from him. Most likely Foxy, Mike assumed, because Marionette probably wouldn't set off a motion detector. Either way, this would be useful to track Ennard.

The next tab brought up some sort of audio program. It allowed him to click on the small rooms in the vent and, seeing as though he knew where maybe Foxy was, he clicked on the room beside it to see if it was for luring the animatronics. It was, and it worked like a charm. If it wasn't for the situation at hand, Mike could've had a lot of fun with the pirate. He decided to instead smirk to himself and check the final tab. This last tab contained options for turning on silent ventilation or turning it entirely off. Only now did Mike notice how loud the ventilation was.

Only now did Mike realize exactly how many programs there were to keep away animatronics.

"Easy night, my ass," Mike muttered as he leaned back in his chair and checked his watch. This confirmed his thoughts; at least some of the animatronics were running wildly at night and Chance just didn't want to deal with them the night before opening. Mike would've sympathized, but he couldn't help but be frustrated at Chance's lying. There was no reason for it; he already knew Mike had worked at Freddy's, Hickory's, and Chipper's, so he knew the man was well-aware of what had been going on with the animatronics.

Mike turned the motion detector back on and found 'Foxy' moving around the opposite side of the pizzeria. With nothing else to go on, he leaned back in his chair and checked his watch, waiting for midnight.

Midnight came suddenly and silently.

Foxy stood from the metal floor where he had been left and stretched uncomfortably. "Remind me to get me legs on the way out," he noted to his brother before leaning and looking down a nearby vent. There were so many different passages that it was almost like a maze, and Foxy wasn't entirely sure what direction they needed to go in. He looked back towards Marionette who was struggling to get the bear suit to stand. "Would ya get out of that thing? We're already in!"

"It's fine Foxy, I can manage," Marionette assured as he finally righted it on its feet. The only real problem was the inability to see without entirely relying on his sixth sense to somewhat map the area. It would be tricky, but he would try what he could. "It makes me feel safe."

"Ya ain't gonna make it five feet wobbling in that thing," Foxy pointed out. He then gave a shake of his head and headed through the vent that he had been looking down. "Just keep up. We're hunting rabbit… Shouldn't be too hard if yer suit keeps ringin' like that." Marionette gave a slight static of disagreement before following.

The next room was almost entirely identical to the one that they were dropped off in, except there was no door to lead out into the alleyway. Foxy paused to get his bearings as Marionette tried to maneuver himself through the tight space of the vents. This meant that the fox managed to pick up something quicker than his sibling.

"Stop," Foxy commanded, to which Marionette came to an abrupt halt. With his suit no longer sliding on the metal, Foxy could hear better, and it was only now that he noticed some sort of odd sound. "D'you hear… Kids?" His ears perked as he tried to listen in closer. There was what almost sounded like children giggling nearby and he pushed ahead through the next vent. The noise only grew louder, and he moved quicker, soon in another room. This room had what looked like a security door in it that led into a wall. He thought it was the center of the pizzeria.

Foxy pushed his head against the automatic door and tried to listen, but only caught the faintest of giggling before it was replaced by the awkward squeaking of Marionette trying to squeeze through the vent. "Would ya stop that please?!" Foxy called back. "Just get out of that bloody thing!" This followed with a moment of silence. Even the giggling seemed to quiet down. The vents were still.

"…Are you finished?" Marionette asked impatiently. He was obviously not impressed with Foxy's outburst. Foxy grew quiet with subdued apology.

"…Yes." Foxy then attempted to listen through the automatic door again. "Sort of sounded like kids past this door… But why'd kids be in the pizzeria this late?" That question alone made both Marionette and himself very uncomfortable rather quickly. "…They were laughin'. I doubt kids would be laughin' if they be in danger... Maybe they snuck in after closing?" Foxy was trying to be optimistic.

"It's… Possible… It's happened before," Marionette agreed. "…I hope they aren't being used for whatever else is being kept in here."

"Door's sealed regardless," Foxy pointed out as he knocked on the heavy door. "It ain't like anything's gettin' in there." He then stepped aside as Marionette approached the door and pressed the suit against it. He had to press the belly of the black bear to the door and tried to listen in, but if there was any sound then he couldn't hear it. Perhaps Foxy had been right; as safe as he felt inside the suit, maybe he needed to climb back out. Even if he did feel entirely relaxed while inside.

But by now, Foxy's attention had turned elsewhere. Specifically, to the faint sound of movement and the even fainter smell of rot. Foxy didn't have the nose of a real fox, but being an animatronic meant that his senses were still better than a human's, and that decay smell was potent and familiar. He started to retrace his steps back to the vent that they had come out of and climbed halfway through. Something rotten had just come by; perhaps attracted by Foxy's own outburst.

Marionette must have noticed that Foxy was on the hunt, as he made a communicative chime instead of speaking. He reached out with the black bear's arms to feel around the space and fixated his focus on the fox. He made it to the vent and 'watched' Foxy, chiming questioningly. Foxy responded with a low growl and a full body twitch. He recognized that smell well; there was only one thing that smelled like rotting flesh and decaying fabric at the same time, and it had just spotted them.

Without a word, Foxy bolted out of the vent, passed the next room, the next vent, and disappeared from Marionette's immediate focus. The Puppet desperately struggled to follow. He called out in warning static and broken chimes and tried to reach out with the slow bear's arm. Yet Foxy was unstoppable and worse Marionette was slowed from dragging the heavy body of the black bear through the vents. It wasn't long before he had completely lost sight and 'feel' of the other animatronic. He begrudgingly accepted that Foxy was right; this body was weighing him down.

Foxy was on the prowl. He wasn't sure how many of the rooms he had passed to follow the scent, but it was growing stronger. That rotten smell signaled something fouler than just an unclean soul; it signaled deep rooted rot, and it was drenched in purple. It was like all the unbridled rage that Foxy had moved past had come back with a vengeance. His ears twitched at the sound of nearby footsteps. He was getting close.

Then he saw it. In all honesty, he had seen it from a couple of vents away, but it wasn't until he was in the same room that he truly saw what it was. Its decaying body, broken in parts but unwilling to falter, had its back faced towards him. Its dirty fabric, once yellow and now much more dirtied, almost looked an ill green or brown in the low light. It slowly started to turn its body and sluggishly allowed him to see its face. Gray eyes were dotted with lights that focused in on Foxy and underneath were large, clenched teeth, which hid something foul underneath.

It was the Golden Bonnie suit. It was Springtrap.

Foxy lost any form of restraint the moment that he realized it was the same suit from the pizzeria. Only for a second, a heartbeat that neither of them still had, they stared each other down. Then Foxy launched himself out of the vent, baring both his teeth and his hook, and closed in on Springtrap.

The plan was abandoned. All Foxy could see was purple.

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