"Yes. We need to make use of the hatch that leads to the sewers." The owner had that hatch installed when the building was being built. It was designed to keep the smell of the sewer out, and it most definitely did. It was also ridiculously heavy and difficult to open. Therefore, only one of the animatronics could actually lift the hatch. If the police came sniffing by they wouldn't even get close to opening it. "And then..." His optics panned downward, taking in the blood-soaked state of his body. "I should wash off. And so should Foxy. We have some time before the clock strikes six, so...I'm not too concerned about time constraints."

The basement was a dark space. It was also large, nearly the size of the entire building's floor plan. Freddy seemed to have no problem whatsoever seeing in the dark and didn't miss a single stair. "Golden," he called out into the darkness. "There's been an incident. We need to use the hatch."

"You just don't get it, do you?" Bonnie's voice dropped an octave and his expression soured considerably. "We don't trust adults. We can't trust them. In case you haven't noticed they don't give a shit about us." Shocking and harsh language coming from a machine built for the sole purpose of entertaining children. "We're nothing but machines to them. Just some stupid robots. Not like we've got feelings or nothing, right? I mean, it doesn't matter if they put us down. Neglect us. Push us around. Shock us. Make fun of us. Call us the most disgusting and vile names in the book. Deliberately damage us for shits and giggles. Right? It's not like it matters." His optics blackened. "We're just machines."

Foxy snarled at the night guard. The artificial crimson fur that lined his spine suddenly raised into a hard and distinctive arch--just like the hackles of a flesh and blood fox. But...he made no attempt to attack. The sullen expression on his face gave it all away. He wouldn't put his hands on a woman. Not deliberately, anyway. His bite reflex was off the charts, and if he was suddenly jolted with pain or startled he bit first and worried about things later. So she was definitely still in danger. If Bonnie wasn't there, holding him down, things would get ugly in a heartbeat. And speaking of Bonnie...he grunted and stared the night guard down. "You hurt him unnecessarily and I'll rip your head off and use it as a basketball."

Foxy's inability to stay his teeth became more and more apparent as the guard worked to remove the bullets from his metal frame. He squirmed, hissing and spitting, and constantly attempted to swivel his head while he snapped his jaws at nothing in particular. It was no wonder the management refused to put him back into service. With his extreme tendency to bite he was a definite danger to children in their eyes. As the bullets were yanked out of his arm and leg the previously disabled limbs began to twitch. Until Bonnie hit the switches they would still be mostly immobile. The last bullet was lodged in a painful spot. Foxy squeaked, snarled, and yowled as the guard poked and prodded about. He huffed with exertion after it was pulled out, shaking his head around in an attempt to free himself from the rabbit's grasp.

Bonnie waited for the night guard to leave before releasing the old pirate at last. Foxy sprung up like a jack-in-the-box, making an impressive leap away from his best friend in the process. He stalked off, still fuming over the impromptu tune-up, in the direction of the bathroom. Bonnie let him go, knowing full well that Foxy always needed time and space to cool down. He instead stood up and snatched the towel Freddy had refused. He was in the middle of wiping himself down--holding onto Foxy was enough to make him filthy all over again--when the night guard returned. He made a popping sound with his mouth, not bothering to look at her.

"Well, that's none of your business." He sounded awfully smug about it. "And even if it was, I'm not allowed to talk about it. Especially not to a night guard. If you wanna know, you'll have to ask Freddy. And he sure as shit isn't gonna tell you. He wants to kill you. You've got a free pass for tonight for helping Foxy, but come tomorrow we'll kill you where you stand." Deep magenta optics settled on the guard, an amused glint dancing within them. "You really wanna know? You find a way to fix Foxy. Totally fix him. Whether it's you or someone else fixing him it doesn't matter. You do that and then maybe, just maybe, you might impress Freddy enough for him to take an interest in you. Hell, he might even spare you."