A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

The Piggy Family Household - Chapter 1

TW: Blood, possible triggers for kidnapping, slight swearing

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Quiet. It was very quiet when FoxiFangle exited their police car. This was one of their first actual solo-search mission things but they hated them. For one mission, they nearly fell off a roof while chasing after a few robbers. Not fun. The mall still terrified them. The security robot turned on and started chasing them around the mall. It was only two or three hours later when the others came to find Foxi. They were sitting in the vents with the biggest frown he'd ever seen, their police partner, Dixon(Doggy), said. The robot was just staring up at them. They remembered those eyes. Those painful, unblinking eyes.

FoxiFangle looked at the picture Paden(Poley) had given them before leaving the station. The kid was a pig, with typical pink skin with blueish-green eyes. The kid always wore a blue hoodie, apparently.

They sighed. Okay, it'll be fine. This is a family home, for goodness sake. No weird robots will chase after you.

Oink.

"What?" They muttered, turning slightly. Was it the kid? If so, why would he be outside if the house still had power?

They heard soft running behind them, clacking hooves? They didn't turn around fast enough.

Without another step or thought, FoxiFangle's world blinked white, then faded to black.

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Ow. Their head felt like it was on fire. Or maybe bleeding. FoxiFangle groaned as they sat up, lifting a hand to their head then bringing it back down to see if blood had accompanied their hand. Yep, a patch of blood was oozing down their palm. They sighed. Might as well, wait. Where were they?

A small giggle made FoxiFangle whirl to look at the source. It was a piglet, wearing a white shirt and a red skirt? Like trousers but with a skirt attached? They couldn't tell what it was, they only really had two or three outfits. But they had black scalera and a single red iris in their right eye. No pupils, nothing other than this iris had color.

The piglet giggled again, then raised their hands. They could now see the bat, with a splat of blood on it. Did this CHILD take down a literal police officer? 

Instinctively FoxiFangle rolled out of the way. The bat smashed down onto the floor, but the kid reeled back up and swung in a circle at them.

Shoving the child away, FoxiFangle yanked open the bedroom door, slamming it shut and bolting it down the hall to the main hall? Main room? They didn't know and did not care at all.

At their feet were stairs. How did a child drag an adult upstairs- they weren't going to question it anymore. It just made their headache worse.

They raised a foot to go down the stairs but paused. They raised an eyebrow then launched themselves off the second story. They connected to the floor, but not how FoxiFangle had planned it. They were going to roll, like they had done in training, but their headache must've jumbled their thoughts and they face planted.

They scrambled up and spat out blood and wiped their bloody nose away with the back of their hand. "Shit..." they cursed lightly. A light creak sounded above. Foxi didn't question it, they bolted to the front door.

This door had boards on it, a keycode, something that needed a wrench, and a white key. "Who secures a door this tight-?" They hissed to themselves but started prying a board off. They finally removed the last board with a snap when another door creaked open. FoxiFangle whirled around to see the kid at the top of the stairs, still holding the bat.

They bolted, not questioning anything. Launching themselves out the kitchen window, they noticed the backyard was quite small, with a small shed and a well.

Their instincts were whispering at them softly. FoxiFangle had done many escape rooms, so they knew what to do. Padding over to the well, they roped the bucket up. Inside, at the bottom covered in water, was a white key. They pocketed the key as they heard a door smash down. They looked at the shed and kicked the door. A small crack gave them hope.

Ignoring the blue keylock, they ripped the shed door off its hinges to reveal a complicated mechanism, a yellow key, and a hammer. They grabbed the key and put it in the same pocket as the white key and snatched the hammer. The back door opened gently and there stood the kid once more, running at FoxiFangle with the bat raised.

They dodged the bat easily and tossed the broken door on top of the kid, hopefully keeping it there for a bit. They dashed away as the child hissed in frustration. FoxiFangle ran to another door they hadn't noticed before in their mad dash out of the main room. Quietly going down, they assessed it was the basement and/or garage. A yellow-padlocked safe sat patiently in the corner. Quickly unlocking the safe and yanking the door open revealed a keycode. Nice.

They tossed the key in the safe and snatched the code. They glanced at another locked door. Who locked doors deep in their basement? These people, apparently. More ripping down doors. FoxiFangle winced, shaking their now-sore hands. They did a quick survey of the lower room. A silver light flashed in the corner of their eyes. FoxiFangle walked over and examined it. Stupid, it was a wrench.

FoxiFangle paused to catch their breath. Holy murder of crows was their heart RACING. It felt like their lungs were on fire, screaming for some pausing and for them to STOP RUNNING ALL OVER THE PLACE.

They walked slowly back up the stairs, a bit more calm but still tense. They input the keycode and did whatever they needed with the wrench without shocking themselves, surprisingly.

They slammed the door quickly and made a beeline to their car, cursing quietly. They jumped into the passenger seat, slammed the door, started the vehicle, crawled into the driver's seat, and hit it. With a skirt, they were speeding away from the house, away from the blood splatter in the main room, away from the now fumed child, and away from a watchful creature.

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Words: 1053
Author's Note: N/A