"Don't give me that look. It wasn't my fault! Foxy attacked me okay?! His hook got my arm really bad..." The ten year old said gripping her bleeding arm after Phantom Foxy hooked her. She looked to her adoptive father. (-Nightshadowsdomain)
As he looks down at the little girl, he could help but let out a snort before rolling his eyes. It was quite odd, how phantoms work, they love to torment those who they happen to find…or at the very least frighten them. But they also had their ways of simply…vanishing. Some say that’s cowardly of them, but in truth it’s most likely one of the smarter things to do when you’re already so broken.
He soon spoke, his voice sounding disturbingly human…but yet there was a strong, growling, almost demonic tone to it. Quite different from his usual deep, mechanical voice.
“Y̤̬̗̹̦̾e̗͓̭̓ͫ́͗̓s͙͕̖̪ͣ͆̀͋ͩͤ.̳̦̫̻̘.͖͔͉̍ͫ.̙͖̱̼̭̯͔ͬͪ͑ͥW̓̎̏̑̉e̠̬̗̳̞̘͍̔͑̊̓l̹͔ͥͣͣ́l̗͂ͤ̑̊̽͌̀,̯̻̋͐ͅ ̫̪͑ͩ̍̍I̝̯̞̠̥̥ͩ̈́̚ ̳͙͚̮̩̯ͭͩc͉̭̝͔̺̍̾͗͋a͊ͪͪ̈̚n̗̖̲͕͓͉͂̄̌ͮ́ ̯͓̞̌͗͆̍̑u̮͕̟̯̒ͧn̖d̬̲͕̦̿ͦ͛̑ͬ̌é̖̠͎̝̥͉̙̋ͫ͒ȑ͚͙͕̻̔̈͛͂s͉̠̗ͫ̄ͦ̉̓̆̃t͙̗̟a̪̞͔̼̤̥͈͒͐n̤̳̼͓̺̦͐ͬ̂̑̓ḏ̱̺̍̾̃ ͓̗̤̩̳͍̦ͯ͗ͯ̋̄̃͗w͕̎ͤ̄̄̃̄a̘͚͗ň͚̣̳̜̰ṯͨͣ̀͑i̘̳̾̽͒̊̏̂n͔̥ͫg̫͚̟̜͙̀ͦ̏̚ ̍͒ͦ̔͗t̪̤͇͕͙̟̺̓o̲ ͓̍ͪ͊ͩ̿d͆̄ͩe͎͔͔͖͎ͭ̾f̌̆e̥̼̳͍͔̖͐ͦ͊n̫̟͍͎͉̓̿͛ͧ̊̌ͫd̞̝͉ͬ̄͌ͣ͒ ̯ͮ͂̓̏ͦ̐̒y̤̟̜̘̦̱ͧ̈́̀̓ͥ̚o̩̰̩͔̟̗u̬r͙̯̭͓̱͓̺̒̿s̽̌e͍l̙f͓́ͪ͆ͧ,̣̗͍̭̼̿ ̟̝͆̽̑ͅh̘ͬ̈̅̈́͒ͪe̅ͩ̇̿͐̚h̪̤̤̱̓͑̇̽̎.͓̲̮ͩ͒̅́̒ͫͅ ͔͙̻̎̔̒̎̔̌̍B̬͈u͉͕̫̓̑͛̒t̘̗͇͕̜ ̙͔͚ͩ̓̾̄͌s̰̟̝̱̟̩ͪ̎w̫͍͖̬̪͈͂̌͑̐̓ͅa̺̝̥͎̭ͅt̩̥͓͉̙̆̽̏ͦ͊t͎̘͚̪̫̱̳͋̍i͓̙̠̍ͤǹ̘͛g͇̦͓̜̯̲͇̓ͬ̋͋ ̭̖̞̤͓̰̣͑̈͑a̒̊͋̀̎t̗̝̝̓͋͂ͯ
͚ͨ̍̐̓̃̓̆t̻̖̠̂h͚̣̻̖͓̞ͦ͑̈́ͣ͆ê̯̬͇̳̫̹ͮͅ ͯ̽a͉̮̬͈̗͕͋i̥̪͍͎̋ͫͧ͋͛̓͌r̦͛̐ͦ̈́̎ ͎̇́̊͊̓i̘͖̼͚̺̫̩͆̇̇̊͑̑̚s̰̝̜̙̬̤͍̒ͨ̚ ͚͊s͇̺̬͕̲̜͓̓̆͋ͤ̑iͨ͌ͬm̓̓ͦ̒p̣̱̣̐̂̒ͤͧl͕̝̠̾y̯̬̗ͤͮ̋͊ ͕͂͑̌r̰͗̅̐ͫ̀ͣ̋i͈͎̯̰ͩd̩̝͔͓̦ͤ̒͊ͮi̞͋̈́͋̽c͈̻̼͕ͪủ̩̹̠͕́̏͌l̫͎̾ͦ̽̄o͕̐̈̆͒̋u̱̞͔͍͈͓̅̐ͯ̌̋̈́̐s̥̜̰̥ͭ̈́,͇̳͙̮̯͍̥̋̓͒͊͌̇ ̜̲̻̱̘͛̿ͅl͍̭͈̄͆ͫ̔i̯̲̜͊̂̈ͅͅt̖̟͓͙͎̰̠t̝̱ͫl̼̝̪͐͒͊ͩ̎e̼̼̙̅̋ ̝̬̙̙̙̔̏ͨ̊̓̆ͤğ̲͔̩̼̬ͧͭͪî͎̮̪͓́̾ͥr̬̜͖̦͍̤̎͒̑ͪ͆ͅl͓͐̓͗͆̚.̹͇͕͍̗͑̂̃”
“Foxy was the mean one! He used to be nice to me but then his hook got me!” The child whimpered and looked to her arm with tears streaming down her face. “Daddy it hurts! Make it better!” Being young she hardly had a pain tolerance. The young girl looked back to him and sniffled, “Please?”
Foxy and Freddy were the two phantoms she actually liked being around, the others like Chica or Mangle frightened her.
His ears seemed to twitch when he heard her call him daddy, almost seeming to stare at her for a second, it’s been a while since anyone called him that…it was almost odd, but yet familiar.
After a moment his eyes narrowed slightly before he approached her and kneeled down, carefully taking her arm before examining the wound upon it. It was a rather deep slash, as what’s to be expected when Foxy manages to hook you. She’s just lucky he didn’t manage to strike her shoulder…that could have been much worse, something he learned from being around these…creatures long before he became how he is now.
As he examines the wound he soon looks up towards her, seeing the tears streaming down her face. His ear lowers slightly before raising as he scooped her into his arms.
“ C̒̔o̙̦̪ͣ͂m͎̪̓̋͐ͧeͩͬ̽͊̾ ͆ͭ̌ͨa̰̱̝͌ͪ̂l̮̭̣̅ͯo̖ͮ̇ṉ̮͗͒͂̓g̻̞̤͓̰ͫͫ̍̓ͅ,͓ ̗̤͖̘i͓̔̅̆ͫ̑͒͐f̖̝͖̼͈͖̒́̀̆̐̓ ̳͓ͭ̆̉̄̑Ị̼̖̈́̈́ͨ'ͬ̒̅m̘͈̘͚̯̖͔̂̏͌ͮ̔̔ͫ ͎̰ͯ̈́͊̚g̲̬̙̜͚̖̈́́́͛ͅő̯̣͉͈̩̹ͩỉ̩̘̜̜͉̹ͅn͚̱͇̤̠ͬ̚g̞̤͓ͮ̅ ̹͔̻͕̭͑ͅt͔̼͚̻̰̝̄́ͫͦͮo̤̹̖͉͙͑ͩ̔ͥͅͅ ̣̤͂ͣͦ̐ͣ̅ḿ̟̺̺àͦk̻̙̜̍ẹͣ̐̽̎ͥ ͍̜̦͔͕͌͒ͯ͌̇́ͥī̘̼̮̉̏̆̄ͥ̔t̮ͯ͒̏̆ͫ͆ͪ ̤̱̳̬̩̪̝b͓ͅé̠̜̭̻̀́ͪ͂t̻̮t͙͕͎e̻͑r̠̟̟͚͙̳̊́ͦ̅,͗ ̞̘̠̳̹̋̾̒I̯̺̥̹̪̖̱ͥ̂̐͐ͧ̆ͯ ͆͒̍̾̋n̲̘̪͎̈́̿̇̔̇ě̬̘̦͖̯̜ͭͮe̝͈͓̓͐̊͛ͦͅd̂̇ͪ̌͊̓̽ ͮ̎͛ͩ͑ͭͣt̳ͅó̍ͯ ̮̝͕̟̏ͥͣͮ̽̎͒b̟̺͈̭͐̒̆͗̂͒ͅr̿ȉ̮͇͍͔̬̖ͨͨͮ̈́ͯn̳̖͚͖̳̺g̭̘̜̭͓ͅ ̥͙̗̪͇̲͓͛̊̅ͭu̮̳͎̞̳͙s̎͊̍ ͓̞̠̗̯̉s̟͖̠͚͍͓̿ͅo̱͚̞m͈̉̇͛ͭͦ̋ė͛͂̓w̦̙̪͍ͮͣ̈́h͉̱̞̳͍̲̿̈́̅͆e̠̱̝͈̫̻͊ͭ̆̄r̾̔ͤ͑ͤ̍̚e,̼͉
̈̿w̳̥̝̭͍͂̂ͩ̈̃̒̐h̜͚̞̠̙͛̃͒͋è͉̙r̳̹͓̱͈͊̓e̩̼̭ ͎͓̞͔͊ͮͮ̊ͥ̚w̥̰̱̭ͤͅe͇̠̜̲̯͓̽ ̼͋͑ͭͫ̋̓͂c̺ͫͨa͉̩̱͈ṋ͚̜͙̹̥ͦ̊ͧ̏̏̌ ͚͕͍ͩ̅̔ͭ͗͑ͮm͙̣̭̗̦̂a͎̩̞͕̬̦k͖̦̈̍e͈͈̭͌ ̙̱̞͍͛̅̃y̲͐o̲͔̹̩̞͔̦͐u͉̳͖̹̹̔́̇r̤͍̦̞̜̔̇̎̎̆ͥ ͕ͤ͌̋͊͑á͇͇̤̩͇̀̂̈́̑r̰̗̮̻̩̉m͈̎͋̊ͣ ̹͕̻͍b̘͋e͖̝̥͔t̳̤͔̟́t͖̯̥̝̩ͮ͌e̬̼͖͐̆̆̾̋ͅͅr͕̐͌͗̋ͩ̒ͅ.̮̥̾ͨͫ”
He says this as he heads to the office.
She sniffled a bit and hiccuped slightly, he seemed to go blank as he stared at her. His eyes flashed with something before he moved finally.
She flinched as he took her arm in his paws, the young girl whimpered softly before being scooped up into his arms, “O-Okay.” She nuzzled against him. Having been here a while the stench and muskiness of the suit didn’t phase her as much as it used to.
He practically cradled her in his arms, making certain to keep pressure off of the wound to avoid causing her more pain as he walked down the halls and into the office, peeking in at first to ensure no one was there tonight, which thankfully, there wasn’t.
This being confirmed, he walked into the office and gently placed her down in the chair before he kneeled down and searched the drawers, soon taking out a first aid kit and opening it and grabbing the roll of bandages within, along with a bit medical tape, some peroxide, and a handful of cotton balls.
After gathering what he needed, he closed the first aid kit and placed it in the drawer, first pouring some of the peroxide on a cotton ball before he paused to speak to her.
“ N͚̠̳ͥò̙͎̹̺̈́ẃ̟̫̲̫̀,͎́̂̊̒̚ ̱̦̲͐̄̽́͌́ͨt͖̙͍̑͌̂̑̀ͅh͍̎͆̿͆ͯi͓̮͙̦͖͗̓ͦͧ̉s̼̟̙͙̋ͦ̊̍ͤͫ̓ ̮͎̮ͭ̃͑̉ͤͨ̾m̥͈̻̳̞͈̄͊a̟͇͉͚̮̭y͓͇̠͔̤̗ͭ͗͐̏ͨ ̠̲̰̫̖̿̈s̺̲̅̐ͣ̏ț̗͇̩̙̺͈͛͊ͥi̖̤͎̲̾̎̄ͦ͛̉̚nͨ̾͋̓̂̈́̚g̻̱̰͍͕̀͒ͬ̃̈́̄ ̟̲̙̜a̳̬̒̆ͫͭ̑̊̓ͅ ͙̳̖̦̼̬̬b͖̜̜̗ͅi̫͍̥̘ͫͅt̑,̩̣̝ͫͯ͌̄ ̪̜̱̪̱͚̜ͬ̅ͯ̂ͫḅ̺̜̗̹̬͎ͤ̒̌̾̎̓̊u̘̥̩̒̌̋̍t̳̯̳͓̺̓̉̈́̉ͬ͊ͅͅ ͑ͮ̽̔͛̾ͬi͔̝̹̼t̮͈̫̪̼̀ͧ́̈́̈́͆ ̰͔̯̼̳͒͌̐ͫͮw͖͚̗̖̹̫͕̆ͣ͛ͣͬ̑i̯̭͔̥͓͊̂̎̑ͫ͐ͅl̺̘̟͖̔̃̈́ͥͮl̮̲ ͙ͨͭͨ̑̒h̅̽͋ͤ̌ē͍̣̰ͪl̺̺͇̬͈̳̆͆p͕͙̲̥̔̈ ̳̟̜͊ͬ̅̋ͤ̿̏t͉͚͈̋͌̾͐͒͐̐h͍̗̔̄ͥ͗͛̏͌e̮ ̟ͯͪ͒ͯ̀̈́w͗o̱̝̺͙͓̟̩ů̖̩̊̐ͩ̍͊ͥn͈̳̰̲̼̺ͭ̂ͬ̓d̬̭̭͔̮̲ͮ̂ͩ͗ͥ̂ͅ ̟͕͇̻̻͖̅̀̒͌ͤͅs͍̘͎͚ͯé͇͙̐ͬ̇̈́ͯ̈́a͎͚̓̎ͧl̖ͤ̑͌ ̫͔̾ṵ̦̫̬̤͂ͫ̎ͣ̅͒ͅp̗̠͉̹̾̔ͯ̓ b̟̲̅̇ẹ̞̜̫̩̐̏̂͆t͔̼̣͊ͨͨ͛ͫt̤̼͗̀̌͑̋ẽ̥̹̻r̙̺̠͑̑́̀̃̾ ̺̒a̻̖͍̱̬̅n̟͈̥̜̭̖̔͛d̳͔̈́ ̖̩͇̙ͧ͗l̳̀̏e̝̮̮̺̗͉̫̒ț̮̮͚̭̩̚ͅ ̹͔̤̠͖͎̔ͧ̐̀̀ṃ͔ͦ͆̑ͧ͌e͖̜̣̜̮ͮ̆̾̌ ̿ͦͦ̈̑̌͑
s̰̬͈̟̯ͣe̤͎e̊͆ ̦̝̭͇j͚̲̏̆u̯̜̟̼͐ͨ̾̏ͯ̚s̞̞͌ͨt͖̹͔̖̤̝̍ͥ͒̾́ͨ ̜̰̭́͒ͨ͆͊͂h̓̈́̎̌o̭̥ͭ̑́w̦͈̘ͦͦͫ̐̄ͨ̚ ͚̠͎̬͕̞͒ͨͨͣͯ̅̚b̜͆̔̇̿a̰̼̝̖̗͛͐ͣ͗ͯ̓̚d̼ĺ̫ͧy̘̝̲̣̩ͭ ̻̮̺͑̔͂̃̄ͬḫ̤͙̯̄̾ͣ͋͐̚e̯̼̞̥͉ͅͅ ͙ͧ͗̅̎̈́̓́ğ̯̂̓ọ̣̗̺͓̟ͣ́̈̌͐̓t̺̫͕̹͉̠̔ͭ͂ͩ ̋̆͆̀y͎͕͂̑o̗̞̠̞͔ͭͯ̃̚u̞̯̫̠̣̦̣̽.͕̹͇̮̦”
He says this before placing the cotton ball on the wound at first before rubbing along the edges, cleaning up some of the blood that laid upon her skin before he tossed the now bloodied cotton ball into the trash can, soon taking some of the bandages and unraveling them before wrapping them around the girl’s forearm and placing the medical tape on it to keep the bandages from unraveling itself.
She sniffled and tried to calm her breathing, she needed to be calm and collected in order for him to help her more effectively. Once in the office she was sat down in the chair. She used her good arm to wipe her face. She watched her father search for the medical kit. She watched what he collected and was nervous.
She looked to the bottle of peroxide and took a shaky breath, “Y-Yes sir….” She gasped and tried to keep still as he cleaned the wound, “Daddy it huuuuurts!!” She whined. Fresh tears ran down her face once more. “Owie!” Finally he wrapped it up and taped it up so it didn’t come apart. She looked to him and sniffled, “Thank you.”
@killerxanimatronic
His jaw shifted slightly when she whined from the pain, his eyes remaining focused on the wound so he knew where exactly he needed to place the damages, a deep growl leaving him for a moment before he finished bandaging her arm.
Once he finished he looked back up towards her, his silver gaze being the first thing to do so before his head follows, his silver eyes glancing at the tears running down her cheeks before he raised his left hand and wiped one of them away before gently placing his hand upon her head.
If he could, he would give her a reassuring smile, but instead simply uses a reassuring tone to do so.
“Ṉ̭̤̜ͭ̇o̥ ͌̏͊̀ͩ̒p̳̪̭̥̣̲̩̍̃ͭṛͫoͭ̐͛̑ͬ̔ͧb̥͇͔͑ͭͭ̊ͥl̘͉ͬ͌̈́ẽ̫͉̩̳͚͎̚m̞,ͥ ͈̝ͦ͆ͅm̟̘̘͈̬̺ͨͤy͉̤̙͆̅ͯͧ̈ ̠͇̼̫̒̌̓͒̅̿̄l͎̃̚ỉ̜̝̖t̹̭̮͉̟̗̍̏͂͑͋̿̄t̟̗͔ͫͤ̈́̏ḻ̜̙̙̳̍̃e̟͂̐̑̓ ͖̻̳̾̅o͎͉̲̗̔̾ͫͧͫn̞̞͔͙̓ͭͨ͛ͫͫͅē̲͉͊ͣ̋͂.̮͈͖͎͋̾ͬ̑̍̌͒”
He says this before removing his hand from her head and gently taking one of her hands into his, squeezing as lightly as he can with his metallic, fur covered fingers, in an attempt to further reassure her that she’s okay now.
“ Y̯͈̱ͫ̎̒ͤ͛ͅo̪͚̳͓̳̽̄̾̿ͩ̽̿ṳ͌̓͋̀ͧ̿ ̼̭̦̬̣̾͌̆n̩͍̲͚͗ͅe͗̚ẻ͑d͎̊̐ͮ ̐̂ͪ̊̐͗ț̩̳͙͊̈́̇̾͊̃̋o̽̅̆̋ͨ̓ ͂̀b̈̃ͩ̐ͅe̺̻̤͍̝͈̬ ͕̭̻̠ͮ̚ͅm͇͎̪͚̭̱̆̃ͤͅo̰̥̰͓r̬͇̳̻̱̫ͯͯe͂̎͒ͯ ̗̦̆̄ͤ͋͋ͭc̥͙̖̾ͧă̳̹̦̻̙ͨ̔̐͐r̼̫̮͓̩̄e̹̝ͣ̇̉̐f̪͔͙̯̞̰̀ͪͅú̩̺̪͚̙͈̃l̞̠̼̙̘̹̭̍̋,̈̾̄̇ͮ̀ ̒ͮͤ̔͛͗̚t̹̻͍̮͉ͯ̄̓h̙͈͗͒ͯ͒̒̚a̳̼͕͓̼̎̊ͭ̒̄͛t͎̮̤̙̙̹̉ ̼̦̲̬̜͎̞h̼͈ŏ̰͖̣̬̟̆̊ok̜̙̬̹̼̏̈́̇ͫ̉ͫͩͅ ̟̺̥͇̳͑̑̊̉̅ỏ̙̪͊ͪ͐̔f̯͇̱̘̘̫̻ͨ ̰̬̮̜ͥ̋ͮ̍ͯ̂F̰̥̗o̊x̭̬̣̔͊̔͒́ÿ̟̱̫̰̺̮̯ͦͮͣ̈'̾̉ͨs̠͔̝̱̣̻ͮ́͋̅̌̐ ͔̜̱̲̘̬̽͐ͦͅi̙͙̩̹͔ͭ̔ͩs̹̣̗̊̈́̊ͮͅ ̣̤͇͇̾ͫn͍̥͋ͫ͆̀̇o̽̍̍̈t̲̍̔̽h̘̭̜̖̝̍ͫi̞͚̘̬͌ͤ̇n͋g̜ͬͫ̈̉ͦ ͖̗͓͕̜̫̅̈́̇͌ͯ̀t̘͋ͬ̋̈́ͬ̊o̻̔ͥ̏̊͊͂ͥ ̱̩͖̦b̞̪̥͎̮͕͚̍e͙̲̹̍͛̑ ̽ͦͤͫ̈́i̙͖̦͉̗̊̇͋g̩̭̝͙̱̫͙n̩̩̹̞ͭ̽ͤ͆̐ö͉̼̦̍r͖̹̺ͭͥa̰͈̎ͪ̒̇͊n͕͎̘̐̆͊̂ͨ̆t̗͙ͯͨ̈́̂
̭̼͔͓̍͒̉͗ͭả̻̞͙̣ͯb̪̟̱̹̼̦̑ͣ̍̉̏̂̽o̻̪̩̣̳͕ͤͬ̃u̯̞͕͓̫͐͂̃̐̊̈́̎t̻͚̦͚͔͍͆̒̓.̝͔ͦ̊̃̄̄̾ͦ ͗ͤN̘̟̟̺ͬ̎̾̑̈́ͧo͚͕̫̗̖̰̺̅͌t͉̪͖ͫͫ ͚͇̥͇̳̤́̃ͥ̇ͨ̌t̮͕̉̐ͥͤ̿̓o̯̗̔ͨ̃̐ͦ̔ ͍̃ͦ͒̌ͅm͚̗̻̣͊̓̂͒ͪ̈̿ḛ̟͕͌̄n̼̭̝̩̖͍̽̃tͮ̃̃i͎̣ͭ̌̂́̅̚o͉͖͙̰̯̫̙̒n͚͙̘͇̻̮͕ͮ̔͗̉ͣ̋̚ ͍̙̖̩̻͑̽͌i͎͌̂͆ͤ̿̍s̎ͧ̅͒͐̊͗ ̤̥̏̿͛͒ͩț͙̳̭̿̽ͣ̄ͨe̤̜̺̦̖̓ͪ̓̉̈m͕͖̤̟̃̽͑͗̈̇̿p̼̙̰̝̺ͯ͐̋̋ͧ̅̿é͖͔̰̝̜̲͒ͣ͐̓r͊͗.̓ͧ”
He says this before he looks towards the ground, a rattling growl leaving him not too soon afterwards, his gaze noticeably sharpening into a glare as he does so.
