~??? POV~
The world seemed strange. Everything just seemed...different.
I stared in front of me. Not a soul was there.
I felt different. My body feels too stiff to move. I couldn't feel anything.
I felt alone, though I knew I wasn't. There were people behind me. I just couldn't turn my head and see them.
I saw something float in front of me, then it vanished into a cloud of black smoke.
I heard someone move behind me. I knew exactly who it was. He walked in front of me and observed me.
"When will she come back?" He asked.
What do you mean? I couldn't speak. I could barely even think.
He stared into my eyes. I couldn't blink.
He delicately tapped them. I couldn't feel it.
"She'll come back, she has to." He said while walking away.
I'll be back. I have to be.
I then saw someone else walk in front of me. I couldn't recognize him, but he seemed oddly familiar.
"I can help you." He whispered.
"You can?" I said, finally being able to speak. I still couldn't move, but I was happy to do what I can.
"Yes."
I felt the words "you can't" creep into my mind, but I ignored them.
"I can help bring you back."
"Back from what?"
"You will learn in time. Now come."
He tapped my nose. I heard a little sqeak and suddenly I was floating. I followed him into a strange room.
"Before we begin, there is something I must tell you."
"What?"
"Don't trust anybody, including me."
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Forgotten (Foxy fanfic)
RandomEver since 87, Foxy has been alone. He's had nothing, nobody. He's sure he would always be like this, hiding behind a curtain, until everything changes...