Though Foxy wanted nothing more than to pounce on the night guard hurriedly bustling about the bedroom, his damaged body simply would not cooperate with him. He snapped his teeth and waved his hook in a futile attempt to catch the passing human. It was only when the night guard disappeared through the door and slammed it shut behind him with an audible click that Foxy managed to right himself. Digging his hook into the wall, the sorely neglected fox forced himself to his shaky feet. Panicking in the slight darkness, seeing as there was no window in the bedroom, the dizzy pirate tripped and stumbled his way to the door, which provided the only source of viable light in the room thanks to the cracks. He fumbled with the handle, as he was used to seeing humans doing in the restaurant. But it wouldn't budge.
Locked!
A string of violent, but pained, curses that no machine meant to work with children had any business knowing erupted from Foxy's mouth. He jiggled the handle desperately. When, of course, that didn't work, he turned on the door itself, ramming it with his shoulder. At full strength, the door would have been a poor excuse of a match for him. But something jarred within his already-damaged endoskeleton when he took that tumble, and now he was shaky and unsteady on his own feet. The door was a formidable opponent in this state. Far too much for the old pirate to handle. And, to boot, he couldn't even see correctly. Everything was a horrible blur, and the room was spinning.
He was incredibly thankful, at this moment in time, that he wasn't a human. If he was, he would almost certainly be puking his guts out all over the floor thanks to this horrific vertigo!
He spent a grand total of thirty minutes trying to force the door open. He tried everything from headbutting the wooden door to seriously trying to pick the lock with the sharp tip of his hook. After twenty-five minutes passed, his struggling seemed to quiet down some. When he at last hit the thirty minute mark, the sounds echoing from the bedroom suggested that Foxy must have left the door for good. Some more crashing sounds came from the bedroom, but this time around they didn't sound intentional. They were joined by the occasional rough swear or dog-like yelp. Foxy was stumbling around in the dark. Ordinarily, he could see perfectly well in the darkness...but something was wrong with his vision, and now he couldn't see an inch in front of him!
Eventually, nothing but silence came from the bedroom. Unbeknownst to the night guard, of course, Foxy had found himself a temporary safe haven holed up in the back of his tiny closet. He kept himself all huddled up in the corner, his face buried in his arms. Keeping his eyes shut tight was the only way to keep the room from spinning wildly around him. He was exhausted from his rampage, his aging inner workings pushed to their very limits. Thankfully enough for the night guard, he was far too haggard to think about destroying his apartment further.
The manager didn't seem to notice that anything was off about the animatronics when Mike suddenly arrived. But anyone who knew better might have noticed that all three pairs of eyes slowly panned across the main dining hall until they zeroed in on the unwelcome nighttime visitor. The manager nearly made a fatal mistake, for Mike anyway, by deciding to leave right away. The second he was out the door, Bonnie rolled his shoulders aggressively and tried to move. It was level-headed Freddy that stopped him in his tracks, absently hooking their arms together. The camera system was rigged to protect the company, and the animatronics--from six o' five in the morning until midnight, the cameras recorded everything that went on in the pizzeria. Once that clock struck twelve, they stopped recording to tapes. Whatever happened during the nighttime was for the night guard's eyes only.
If they moved from their spots right now, before the clock struck midnight, they would be in a lot of trouble.
Mike was wise to approach Chica first. She was the calmest of the three animatronics. Even though Freddy was the one who stopped Bonnie from making a move, it seemed like he was angry, as well. The two boys fixed Mike with death glares as he gave Chica a once-over. The chicken perked a little when the human addressed her, absently fluffing the artificial feathers on her arms to show him that she definitely heard him. Unfortunately, both Bonnie and Freddy were too distracted, and too infuriated, to catch those soft words. In fact, when Mike finally reached Bonnie, the rabbit's eyes instantly went dark and his huge ears pulled back like an angry cat's.
He was out for blood.
The second the clock struck midnight, Bonnie careened off of the stage like a cheetah sprinting after prey. Freddy followed after him, though he didn't move quite as quickly. Chica squawked with panic, also instantly abandoning her post. "Night guard!" she shrieked, sounding panicked. Bonnie normally didn't move this quickly--his thudding footsteps seemed even louder as he thundered down the hallway. "Close the doors if you want to live! Close them now!"