Some of the Hive grieves, some laugh at the absurdity of it, standing over the robot's mangled corpse. That one scene of 'American Psycho' comes to mind.
A pondering arises, do the souls of those that die in the Hive go to Hell? Heaven? Do they, well, 'go'? Was Foxy ‘alive’ enough to count as a murder?
You put your boot on Foxy's neck and remove the hook. It takes a bit of effort, but you're able to move it to your Office.
You leave the Hallway without looking back, the Truck will likely handle the remains.
You consider checking Pirate's Cove again, looking for useful tools to keep, but the hooks in there are smaller than what you already have, and the toolbox being made with kids in mind: Wooden tools.
A few of the Hive, on stepping Outside, struggle to form a cohesive Prayer for Foxy's soul, if he had one. How much of his ‘Ghost’ was Fazbear trickery? It’s impossible to tell.
You wonder if Rockbon will say anything about Foxy 'going missing'. Your biggest fear is her being indifferent. Your robots so far have been your moral 'root' as more and more of those inside the shell are slipping.
>"Did you finish decommissioning Foxy?" JJ is standing by the Kitchen-side corner, watching the Front Door while also waiting for you.
<statement>It's done.
>"Are you... upset?"<affirmation>Yes.
>"It's okay, they'll replace his model and send him somewhere new, he may have a better chance that way." JJ gives her best smile, clearly trying to raise your spirits.
>"-And it's a chance to buy a new Friend, right?" You don't have a response, and let her know you're going to the Shed. It's a Hell of a trip, so she comes with. Last time you went it took you a good chunk of the Day.
But you know the path better now, because Lord knows 'path' is a very loose definition of what it is.
Thankfully, the only oppressive force to attack you in the darkness. You arrive at the shed and find that it’s gone.
In its place is a staircase leading down into the dirt, wider than the Remnant Cave by a fair margin.
The stairs are constructed of elaborate white marble with garish pink sigils inscribed into the rock itself. A scarlet glow radiates from the pit. As you approach, you jolt as you feel the Shadow detach from you abruptly.
Apparently it doesn’t like what has materialized over the Shed.
With hesitance, you peer in and see the stairs descend into what looks like a void of television static. A single signpost is embedded into the wall, facing outwards, it appears to be a smiley face.
