-Foxy looked down and fidgeted as if he regretted something. Even Taylor Swift perked up from her phone with wide eyes, then focused down on her phone and pretended to be concentrated on something.
Freddy: Well..?
Foxy: I would tell you, but I can't. He'll get mad if I do.
-Foxy's ears drooped and his eyes filled with anxiety and sorrow. Who was he? And what could be so bad that it couldn't be mentioned? What was this? Voldemort?
Freddy: Who is HE?
-Foxy looked reluctant.
Foxy: The guy. The guy who is supposed to come in tomorrow.
Freddy: The new... security guard?
-Foxy slowly nodded. Every time the security guard guy attacked him, he had gone back to the stiff wooden chair.
Freddy: How though?! I get thrown back into cycles because of him?!
-Foxy looked up like he had made a mistake.
Foxy: Not that guy... it's—
-Foxy's voice abruptly stopped as he grabbed his snout and pressed it closed. Taylor Swift looked up again and he could tell she was either confused or she felt bad for him. If she did feel bad for him, she would've known what is happening. She is Foxy's "girlfriend" after all, so he would probably tell her.
Freddy: Um...
-There was an awkward silence. He slowly unfixed his hands from his snout and he looked down at them.
Foxy: Like I said. I can't say. I literally can't.
Freddy: Write it down, then!
-Freddy found a random piece of paperwork and handed it to him. Taylor Swift gave Foxy the fanciest purple ballpoint pen he had ever seen. He couldn't describe it. It looked like it would cost the same amount as a giant mansion or a fancy car. He wrote down a letter that had the base of "I" and he added a curved-down line, making it look like an "F" without the second line, but it disappeared. A small black vapor followed the dissipated pen markings.
Freddy: What the heck?
-Freddy was extremely surprised. He had never seen this before. It looked like what he pictured witchcraft to be. Something almost occult seemed to be behind this.
Freddy: Try digital writing! Use a phone or something!
-Freddy and Foxy looked at Taylor Swift. After a minute, she noticed and looked back up at them. She sighed.
Taylor Swift: Fine.
-She lent Foxy her phone as Freddy got up and looked over Foxy's shoulder. Foxy pressed a letter on the small keyboard. He couldn't see which one because his finger was blocking it, but it seemed to be near the letter "N" or "V". He saw his finger go down on the key, but the letter didn't pop up in the bar. That was just weird.
Freddy: If it doesn't pop up in the bar, then—
-Foxy interrupted him.
Foxy: It isn't popping up in the bar.
-Freddy gave him a half-eyed stare.
Freddy: Yeah. Mhm. Anyway, since it ISN'T popping up the bar, just show me which letters you are typing.
Foxy: Mmmm... Okay.
-He knew exactly who this was from the first letter. There could only be one of them that started with this letter.
-"B".
