Helping the Fox 4“So Foxy, why are you down here with me?” You flipped the cam to make sure your sister was ok down with the three others that just the other day wanted to kill you and stuff you into a suit but for some reason they chose to let live for the time being, you were not sure if it was because your sister was making them happy or something else. He lifts his head and lowers it again, as if trying to work out what he wants to say. You sigh and lean back in your spinney chair and wait for him to speak.Helping the Fox 4 by BlackCelty
“Did she really adore me?” Foxy’s voice was just barely a whisper but due to how quite the room was, but none the less you heard his voice. You get off your chair and sit on the floor in front of him and look him in the glowing gold eyes.
“Yes, she made a plush of you that she used to carry all over the place, or that’s what mom said. I never got to see her do those but I know when she got really sick she cringed to the plush so much that when dad took i
Helping the Fox 5Foxy sat there watching your sister switch the new fur she had gotten from the store into his ear, he enjoyed having her fix him up, but at the same time he was trying to fight how bad he felt that he was not the one that led your sister to the path she was on now. It hurt him for her to know the truth, even more so knowing the Mangle was the one that she fell for, but Mangle was not worth her love. Foxy flops his tail as his mind wanders back to that day, that birthday that made everything come to the end. He glances up at her, his eye patch flipping up, you knew that he was trying to win her graces again but for some reason you got slightly upset at the idea of him trying to win over your sister. You look away, puzzled at this feeling that washed over you every time you glanced at your sister. Sure it was a long night, trying not to glance at your sister while she worked on Foxy but you had slightly better things to do, like make yourself a pizza pie. You ignored Chica as you wHelping the Fox 5 by BlackCelty
Miss KittenA long time ago there was a small little store out in the Midwest; they had gotten a robot to keep the kids busy while their mothers shopped. This robot was a cat named Kitten, she was programed to show kids how to sew and did every day; sometimes she’ll make dresses for the dolls that little girls brought in, and sometimes she’ll make cowboy vests for the little boys. She has spent many years there, watching the kids grow up; they would come in and show her the things they had made while they were gone. After many years no little kids came to see her, only the by- now adults came to see her. She slowly sank into a depression and it became something that the adults worried about. She was always so happy, but lately not too many mothers bring their kids to the store anymore. They watched as she stopped taking care of herself; sure they would brush her fur and tried but over time they had a hard time keeping her working, so when they heard about the Dinner that had other roboMiss Kitten by BlackCelty
Helping the Fox 3Foxy looks between you and your sister, he lowers his ears in a mix of fear and confusion. You sigh and step forward and sit on your knees.Helping the Fox 3 by BlackCelty
“She’s is here to fix you.”
“Foxy, I have been a big fan of yours since I was little. I used to come all the time and I have dreamed of the day that I would get to work on you.” She lifts his paw and looks it over, moving it and testing how it moves now after years of not being taken care of. She looked over his body, hiding the horror she found herself of looking at her hero that she grew up loving. She stands up and turns from him. “I’ll be back before midnight, I have to go get a few things to fix you up and get stuff to clean the others.” She steps off the stage clearly already at work on how she plans on fixing him, although it bothered her that he was in such in bad state. She walks out not noticing that the others are watching her with a strange intent. You look around and chose to help the cre
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Favourite genre of music: anything
Favourite photographer: its so hard to pic
Favourite style of art: my own
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: ipod
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Wallpaper of choice: it flips around but it's so hard to find a really good Agent Maine one to add to my list. I guess that's what I get for falling for a bad guy.
Favorite cartoon character: so many to pick from, but right now it's Princess Luna
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