You've been stuck down in the Breaker Room for Months now, while that bastard Foxy is performing for all the kids with everyone else. And you were pissed. Why did he get to perform, while you're left down here to gather dust and break down? It's not fair.

After the pizzeria closes, you break down the door, heading through Ballora's Gallery to go backstage to Foxy's room, and bang on the metal door. Foxy opens it, halfway through putting on makeup, blush on his left cheek and cherry red lipstick on his puffy lips. He leans against the metal frame, filing his pink nails.

"What?"