Foxy kicked the door for what probably was the hundredth time.
Foxy, it's not going to open.
She snapped at her sister. I get that, lass! What I want to be knowin' is why Veronica up and locked us IN THE BLOODY CLOSET!
Mangle sighed. Foxy went back to surveying the room. There wasn't much in there. Liam's puppet, a large purple box, and two animetronic suits. One of them was covered in what looked suspiciously like blood.
The door shook.
Aye! Hello? Anybody? We be stuck in this here closet! Can ye spring the lock?
Chica opened the door. She looked rattled beyond all belief, and her eyes were glowing a slight electric blue. The same color as-
Foxy made the connection too late.
Chica dove for them, slapping some kind of chip on their necks.
Her voice sounded years away when she spoke.
I'm sorry.
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(OLD) The events of the convention, Volume One
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