Shadows
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Character: Felix "Alexander" Schmidt/Foxy
Tap... tap... tap...
The rhythmic tap of the aged wooden floorboards with his metallic finger is the only thing that keeps Foxy sane. Keeps him focused and alert while being forced to stay in his damn spot. He glares at the dark parts of his cove, a glare so firey that it would have burnt if it could.
He hopes it would. He hopes it would kill whatever-
The tapping pauses as he shakes his head, forcing thoughts into his mind for a brief moment. The smell of black coffee, the sound of a music box, the warmth of his brother's smile, the light of the bright window, the softness of white cloth blanket. Before looking back at the dark, with a more contemplative expression and demeanor.
Felix doesn't know why he's angry at the dark corners of his... cove. Or maybe he doesn't want to remember know what lies in the shadows that scares him so much.
