The heavy door slammed shut just as Foxy lunged toward it, crashing against the iron surface. Banging sounds shattered the dull calm of the security office as Foxy violently pounded his arms against the door. It was like a deep metal drum being beaten repeatedly until finally it stopped. Foxy was still and quiet, staring into the security office through one of the windows motionlessly. Out of view of the window, Foxy slowly dragged his hook down the length of the door, emanating an ear piercing scraping sound. Finally, after several tense moments, Foxy wandered off, shooting Toy Chica a frightful glare before disappearing into the shadows of the dining room. The halls of the pizzeria were quiet once again.