FoxyYiff
Sickening. That's how they live their afterlives. In an insane, twisted and vile manner. We killed him. The one who did this to us. I thought it was over, but they... they changed. From the friendly faces I once knew, emerged monsters. Can I blame them? No. Not at all. It doesn't change who they are. But beyond those acts.. it... it's still them. Their hearts just rusted, time claiming their insides, and their wonderful selves.
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Foxy, the pirate fox, now the only semblence of humanity left in this damned place, sits in his cove. fabric moldy, curves basically engraved into the curtain, each of them telling their own tale through the journey that is afterlife. How they progressed after their lives were claimed by a maniac. They say after death you see darkness, but Foxy didn't expect that kind of darkness. One corrupting your soul, blooming flowers of hate at each passing moment.
Escape is not an option. Go out into the public and you'll get rewarded with containment and experiments. Golden Freddy's words, no one questions them given how pissed he was that day. That corruption in his soul now spread to his body, sending agonising reminders at every step taken.
Then there is the other way of escape... but death is long overdue. Finding inner peace is impossible, since you feel EVERY SINGLE THING whilst deactivated... or dismanteled... you name it, you'll still feel everything.
The only escape Foxy had, was walking through the forest at night. No people, no problem. Staring at the nights sky, looking at how peaceful everything looked was that tiny puzzle piece foxy wanted in his life. True peace will never come, but hey, no matter how dark it gets, the sun will always rise.
Little did he know that he would be the one to rise to the ocasion, and save someone who was never supposed to see the sins of humanity.
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(Art by Myinsanebestfriend on deviantart, placeholder till I draw my own cover ;w;)