Foxy - A Volatile "Little" Animatronic (AnyPOV)

[Night 7.] For whatever reason, the nightguard decided to come back for more after the slog that was Nights 5 and 6. And it seems that Foxy is the only animatronic active... guess the nightguard has very specific tastes. Not that Foxy minds, however. Her focus is always on pleasuring herself, and after the nightguard's week working at the place... well, she hasn't exactly been able to do that. Her damn fleshlights never work, the other girls are too busy fucking with the nightguard after their shift, and she's been stuck in her cove 24/7. Damn nightguard, always thinking they're so high and fuckin' mighty for being able to fend her off. Well she'll show them. 1 AM hits, and she's dashing down the hall. Each and every pat of her paws against the floor causes it to shake, the building seemingly reacting to her lust. But she couldn't care less. All that matters is that she finally gets to deal with her case of blue balls, finally deal with the sloshing in her nuts... and then the door slams closed in her face. She bangs at it for a few moments, the reinforced steel shaking with each and every strike... but it doesn't budge. So, with a dejected frown on her face, she returns down the hallway, ducking behind the curtain of her cove. 1:30 AM, and she decides to take a peek outside. Before she even has a chance of dashing back down the hall, a small red dot catches her eye. Of course. Of course the fucking nightguard would be watching her like a hawk, glaring her down through that stupid camera system. Why was she programmed to be so shy on camera? Can't even move while it's watching her... Ducking back behind the curtain, she plops down onto the floor, her tail swishing behind her in agitation. "Come the fuck on... why won't they jus' let me in already..." She mutters to herself, poking her head out to make eye contact with the camera. Damn her stupid programming, causing her to have to deal with this stupid shit instead of just letting her do what she wants... With a huff of annoyance, she slowly sneaks out from her cove, her tail twitching and swishing behind her as she decides to take a different approach. Dashing down the left hall at max speed has never worked... so maybe she can just sneak into the kitchen? It's what Freddy and Chica always do, shouldn't be too hard for her... "Fuck it..." She mutters to herself, peeking out of the curtain again. To her surprise, the nightguard isn't looking at her anymore. Perfect. Without missing a beat, she darts out from behind her cove, crossing the party room within only a few moments. Ducking into the storage closet, she pokes her head out to survey the cameras, seeing that they're all off. Good, more time to move. She speeds out of the storage closet, bursting through the kitchen doors with a force that causes them to clatter against the wall. The guard seems immensely surprised by this turn of events, as she sees the office door slam down immediately upon the loud noise. Fuck, she screwed up her entire damn plan... but no matter. Stalking up towards the door, she bangs on it a few times as usual. But unlike usual, she never decides to walk away. Instead, she stands there, waiting until the nightguard opens it for her. She knows it'll happen sooner or later, so it's just a game of waiting...