"My creations..."- A Funtime Foxy Fanfic -

Winter brings HAPPY things

-Please turn on the music when I ask you too, thank you! And please, enjoy!-

-Also, I've gotta say... Major angst depending on how much you care for the characters, and suicidal references so if your sensitive to that proceed with caution.-

<•Liam's 1st person POV•>

Ohh my face, ugh, it hurts so much...
Another glob of foundation covered over the previous ones, and my skin was reacting to it horribly. It must be some sort of allergic reaction because it's getting all puffy again. Which doesn't even matter compared to the unbearable prickly pain everywhere on my face.

"Unnh.." I let out, causing my mother to pause for a meer moments grace, but then continued with her little 'light makeover'. It's already been an hour, for Pete's sake!

"Now, now, Liam! You know you owe me this, and it's only going to take a few more final touches!" My mother chirped, and probably smiled, but I couldn't see through my blurry, watery eyes. "Your my most precious possession, and your skin is so fair and delicate, and I don't want to get mad again. It ruined your whole complexion for a week!" ...not going into that memory...

"Yes, mother." She then took out my ponytail, and the hair fell gently onto my back. Bristles touched the back of my head, and slowly trailed through the blond strands. She was brushing my hair again, even though she knows I hate it when my hair is let down. Now that I think about it, that's probably why she did. For my own discomfort.

Suddenly, it stopped, and she raised a mirror in front of me, "Don't you see my darling? See how beautiful you are!" I opened my eyes more to attempt to see more clearly, but it barely did anything except make my eyelids tingle even more. I could make out a few changes though. My cheekbones were more empathized and my eyes did seem bigger and brighter, along with a light rosy blush on my cheeks. There was also, as much as I hate to admit, lipstick on me.

  "Yes, mother..urg.. I look splendid, thank you..." I groaned. She stopped smiling and furrowed her brows.

  "Oh, don't lie Liam. I know you hate me and my artistic abilities. But look on the bright side my son, at least you know the pain that I went through when I discovered that you were a little boy that would never discover a woman's world." She sighed, then clapped her hands. "Honey!" Father drunkly stumbled into the room, and swatted my mother aside to sit down in front of me. He roughly grabbed my chin and picked it up until we made eye-contact.

" Your a disappointment to the whole family, and you should have been buried in a grave instead of my mom. But your mother stood up for you and we made a promise to let you live your life. It doesn't include that I can't let you live hell. So brace yourself, because your in for a ride."

*CRACK
And then...
all was dark...*

<•Lai's 1st person POV•>

Liam...Liam...Liam... I just know I've heard that name from somewhere. Maybe..AHAH! He went to my old school, but then moved two days before me, what a coincidence that we ended up at the same school in the same friend group! And he's looking a lot better than the previous years... always coming to school with bandages on his face, arms and legs, along with black eyes and metallic smelling. But that was probably just the dried blood...

  He would always sit in the back of class, and whenever anybody tried to talk to him he either ignored them or snapped at them. But he always had the highest scores and was probably the most handsome guy in the school, if he didn't have all those wounds. Even when the teachers tried to approach him he always had an excuse to go elsewhere. He never applied for any clubs and declined any offer from anyone who dared to ask. It was pitiful, and stupid at the same time. Why sit and sulk when you can rise to the top? It even seemed that he was holding back, trying to make others feel that he was more of an average nobody than a perfect, popular person.