Rockstar Foxy the Babysitter

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I didn't think it would come down to this. He was supposed to watch my daughter, and he ended up losing her! We left for one night! Then when we came home the house was a mess and Rockstar Foxy was in Cheetah's room, her crib tipped over and a Spring Bonnie plush in the blankets. The look in his eyes told us everything. Somebody had broken in and taken her. I broke down in tears as my husband tried to calm me. But I already knew he was ready to beat Rockstar Foxy for letting this happen. The fox began to explain what had happen. "I-I came back from t-the kitchen with her medication. W-when I got here, there was a black bear. He looked like a Rockstar, but he was missing an eye. I was about to ask what he wanted when I saw Cheetah in his arms. Wailing in fear. She cried for you, but I couldn't just call cause the phone was in the living room." He then broke down in a coughing fit. "I tried to pull her away when a purple bear punched me in the gut. I-I tried to.....we fought around the house. The fighting gave the black bear enough time to take her. I-I'm so sorry!" He cried. My husband got up to comfort him. He then left and grabbed some tea. "We should call the cops. This is breaking n entering, vandalism, assault, and kidnapping!" I demeaned. "No. I want to wait and see what he wants first. We're very wealthy, he could want money." My husband said, sternly. "W-Well I have a confession to make." Rockstar Foxy said, sipping his tea. "Before all this happened I was complaining about her crying. So I wished she'd just disappear for nine hours. When you were supposed to be home. Then five minutes after I said that......I went to her room to see the bear." I felt my heart sink. "I thought you loved Cheetah! You asked to babysit her! You wanted to take care of her!" I shouted. "Mangle! Calm down! We can't tell if that wish had anything to do with that bear!" My husband yelled. "I know Foxy. Rockstar Foxy....you can go home." Rockstar Foxy's eyes widened. "What?! That's my little cousin!" He argued. "Go home!" We demanded.