Goldie sat alone. Paralysed and unable to teleport. The golden bear couldn't even lift a finger, but he could see everything.

Afton paced around the primary control module then crouched down to Goldie's eye height with an unpleasantly smug grin before turning back to the window overlooking funtime auditorium. He lit the room up. Funtime Foxy met Afton's steady gaze and smirked.
  "Where's the pirate?" The purple man snarled. The white fox simply laughed and retorted;
  "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the pirate version of Houdini!" Foxy the pirate, as predicted and somewhat expected, had escaped.
In a fit of rage, the indignant human slammed his bony hand down on the keypad sending a shock to spread throughout the room like wildfire.

With grinding teeth and a clenched fist, Afton exhaled trying to clear his head. He glanced at Goldie. Suddenly the walls around them began to shake and metal screeched as it was crushed, this is what happens when a bomb hits close by.

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Hidden in the shadows of an unused access tunnel, Foxy prowled silently relying only on his sense of direction to get him out of this tight space. Soon the walls of the crawl space compressed, closing around the robot's torso as the impact of the bomb struck the surface. Wherever he went, pain and danger seemed to follow. Foxy held back a loud gasp as his chest felt as though it were being crushed. He didn't want to give away his position. The real agony came from a deeply hated flashback of when Foxy was a human child. Innocent, carefree, defenseless, trapped. The power of these horrible memories filled all his senses with the stench of blood and the pitiful sound of screams. A small whimper escaped the fox's jaws, a mixture of mental and physical discomfort. The multitude of strenuous emotions prompted a shock from Foxy's collar causing enough noise to give the game away.

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Goldie sat in silence as Afton pulled a gun out from his coat. The last thing the man wanted was an angry pirate with a hook for a hand and a jaw full of razor sharp teeth charging towards him. But Foxy was going nowhere. Afton crept over to the boarded up access tunnel and stuck the barrel between the slats with his finger rested on the trigger. A second shock flashed through the darkness following a gunshot. A bark of hatred and pain came back half mocking Afton.

Goldie watched on as Tony slid in unnoticed having got past the crawl space door. He showed no fear of any kind. Tony grabbed Afton just after a second shot. The two fought for a decent grip on one another but it was clear that Tony had age on his side.

A third gunshot.

Tony staggered backwards clenching his stomach. Alarm gripped Goldie as he stared.
  "NO!!!" Ballora gallery filled with a shrill shriek from a terrified chicken. Blood soaked through Tony's shirt and jacket while he collapsed onto the cold, hard floor.