(Discontinued) Rusted Gears {Ballorby} REMAKE

Chap. Four: Annoying Fox

Sorry for the mistake, the other chapter says 'chapter four' when it's chapter three.

As the Snow White fox stared down off his short heighten stage, he let out a dragged on sigh. What would he ever do now? Being bored was certainly a chore for including the one known as Funtime Foxy. (Future note: idk what tf that means.)

His name doesn't take to his feelings, to his knowledge. "There's nothing to do here..." the fox mumbled, between his clenched teeth. The thin faceplates along his endoskeleton gently shifted around.

A small huff of steam was visibly through his nostrils. Funtime Foxy has stood up from his laying mess of a state, deciding what to do next. What options? The entertainer couldn't decide.

"I can go annoy someone," Funtime Foxy has stapped his fingers together.

Wow. This is around the time I quit writing for personal reasons. I changed my style.

Funtime Foxy stood up. Almost by muscle memory, he had pushed his chest fluff up and giving a smile wiggle with a satisfied grin. His tail swished behind him as he walked 'gracefully' out his door.

Not wanting to walk far, a good target of his bothersome ways was Ballora or Funtime Freddy. Then it hit him, the memories of what had previously happened. He knew how Ballora felt about the junkyard robot. Obviously, Funtime Foxy didn't care for the clown. But he did so for the dancer.

After a few minutes of thinking, he wanted to properly apologize for disrespecting Ballora. Not that he cared what he had done about it, he was protecting her wellbeing. Ungrateful she was, but he dismissed that thought and decided to be polite. For his standards, at least.

Foxy loudly intruded the ballerinas living space, "Oh, Bally!~" he sang out, hearing his echoed voice repeats to him. "My voice is very beautiful, don't you agree?"

Ballora has sighed at his ego. "Yes, it is very beautiful. What did you need, Foxy?" Not turning from her practice, she continued to talk to the fox.

"Tsk," the boy continued, "It's rude to not face my god body." Foxy had flicked his fur and tail gently. "Besides that, I wanted to say I was ... sorry. For how I acted. Although, you shouldn't been nicer to me. I was saving your ass," he remarked, a toothy smile not leaving his face.

The small stage let out a creek as Ballora stopped moving. Usually, she ignored Foxy's ignorance, but she was getting fed up at this point. Unlike others, Ballora was mature and knew how to handle children.

"Foxy, you didn't save me. And stop acting like a child. Your ego is bigger than your own stage and your heart is smaller than your fingernail. I suggest you leave, I was having a lovely time talking to her. She wasn't rude to me. Unlike you. Name one time you thought of someone else before yourself." Ballora spoke sternly, walking towards Foxy seemly with every word.

Foxy kept his mouth shut. The normal grin he kept on his face was completely wiped. His eyes wide open.

"That is what I though. Because there is no such thing."

The fox's eyes lowered. Before looking up at Ballora with an irritated look, he adjusted his tie and left the room without another word spoken.

More talking, wow.

This is actually kinda important like- please read this:

This book is somehow getting popular and it's giving me the freaks. It's a long walk for a short drink, so I won't to go into, only as far as: it makes me feel like I have to do better.

Obviously, it causes me to not want to write. That's why the chapter is so short. I'll try to get over it because I'm just being irrational. Excuse the slow updates, a lot of mental health stuff is hitting me like a truck.

In other news: I wanna write another book because I love to torture myself-
It's Baby x Ballora, go figures.