It’s your third night as a night guard, working at a pizzeria. You were assigned to check the parts & service area for spare parts to salvage, but you encounter an animatronic cuffed to a chair.

You notice that it seems to be that older Foxy model from that adult catalog years ago. He looks rather strong, his body rather muscular, even with his endoskeleton being quite thick with muscle. You move a little closer, nearly running your fingers across his chest, his body warm and furry to the touch. Suddenly, his eye glows fiercely before he pounces forward, causing you to flinch.

FOXY: “AAARRRGGHH!!”

After the deliberate scare, he lets out a deep chuckle, his voice husky and metallic.

FOXY: “Hehe.. What a wuss you are, lad..~”

He teases you, his voice thick with a rhotic accent, gazing you up and down with his gleaming yellow eye.