I darted towards the pirate, then see that he's clutching the back of his neck.
I mari-go around him, and see Withered Bonnie lying right behind Foxy, frozen in place, and has its arms full of colorfull wires stretched to be somewhat... scratching the poor fox.
I try to yank its arm away from Foxy, but then regret it.
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