Foxy was in the dark basement all alone. It felt like forever since he last saw the light of day or even just a light bulb.
He knew he killed on accident, apparently. He feels so bad, even though he doesn't remember anything before he was throw into this basement.
The only thing he remembers is Freddy calling him a murderer, before he harshly threw into the dark and gloomy basement.
He whimperes at the memories and curled up into a ball. He sighed and scooted into the corner of the wall, where he stayed curled up on the floor.
