05-04-2007, 02:05 AM
The red mettaur hurried into a corner while whining. It of course knew where Foxy was, but it also had a good strike of fear since he wasn't supposed to battle. The virus turned yet again and ran as fast as his tiny legs allowed him to so he could reach and set the alarm manually. "Navi Bad! Navi Bad!" chirped the mettaur as it raised its pick-ax and prepared to hit the large button-panel.