Next round will be special Foxy walked to his cabin and turned the doorknob. It was locked. He grumbled and pulled out his keys. The doorknob turned and he opened it inwards into the pitch black room. He fumbled for the switch, it flicked on. He looked up and saw a frown. 'Goodnight Foxy' A knife slashed upwards and cut open Foxy's jugular vein, spraying blood onto his assailant and the ground around him.