Your POV

You pull one of the dusty books off the shelf. It was labeled, "C-F." Foxy. You think as you open it. You read, "foxy-the most loved animatronic. Accused of the bite of 87 and locked in pirate cove." You smirk. Well he's not now, is he? You slam the book shut. Just then you hear footsteps.

??? POV

My flashlight is almost Burnt out and security hat is almost falling off. My badge is hanging off my shirt, and I fasten it back up. Not so fashionable for a killer, huh? I think to myself as I see something. A little light is shining under a door. The keys on my belt jingle, and my purple (HmM, purple, huh?) shoes click clack against the floor. I soon find a hidden door and decide to go later. As soon as I walked away, an animatronic Fox stepped out. "Oh, hello, Timothy." I say as he wrinkles his nose. "It's TONY!" He says while slashing at my chest. Well, goodnight everybody. I think as I pass out.