@foxthespian & @bearybrand
ft foxy in b5 & freddy in d6 !
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@foxthespian & @bearybrand
ft foxy in b5 & freddy in d6 !
♪ - She must have been returned to the Parts & Service. The deep humming of the room had become very familiar during her long stay upon arrival. To taste the life on stage again - before fading black. Ballora could only assume she must have malfunctioned, again.
The signals were strong all around - too strong for the audio sensors: What is near what is far - all the instruments of the band, sounds of arcade, laughing, screaming! It all mangled into one loud boom. Like a piercing headache! All she remembered. And now, she is here. But this time, she is free to move - not wrapped like A GIFT in plastic and foam, like she was before her first maintenance.
Hands find the lid of the vent - and the dancer disappears into the duct tunnel. Would it lead back to underground? Or somewhere else? The further she goes the less sounds of the pizzeria she can hear - until it fades to the complete silence. Until... - she hears an echo of voice speaking. Like in a SHOW! A monologue that grows stronger, stronger... the closer she crawled. And as the voice had amplified enough. Her nails scratch the walls of the duct - searching for a lid, desperate to get out and reach that voice! Could it be, or is it just something she wished to hear?
CRASH. Somewhere in darkness of the hall - behind the crowds of silent endoskeletons - something metallic falls down on the floor: a lid. Pale arms emerge from the darkness of the vents. Scratching the exterior of the tunnel, in search of something to grasp on - a surface she could safely land on. It is then her faint voice begins to call, rather far, and rather high on a wall.
❝ - Foxy... Foxy...! Is it you... Are you here... Can you hear me? Where are you...! ❞ || @foxthespian closed starter!
Ƒ Ƒ。 - ・:*:・゚★, ❝ Funnyfox! Murder is okay but swearing is a big no-no! ❞
the way you write your muse is simply the cutest thing. theres just something about him; and you're SO friendly! it feels very easy to interact with you and I think being welcoming is an extremely valuable trait for someone to have. I'm looking forwards to what we write together!
//SNAKE C'MON DON'T MAKE CRY LIKE THAT,,, you seem pretty friendly and nice as well! Gimme every single one of your muses, I'll love them all,,
Monty and Foxy playing golf:
@foxthespian
Foxy, knowing damn well he meant to take Monty out: OOPS! MAYBE IF YOUR HEAD DIDN'T RESEMBLE THE STATE OF TEXAS IN SIZE, IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN MY WAY!!
Bonus:
@foxthespian sent an ask: “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ” ( ask meme )
“AAA-AAAND WHY SHOOULDN’T-TT-T-T I?” Slam. Slam. CRASH.
A swing of his arm sends a box of parts flying to the ground, its contents scattering across the floor. His body is worn, and that move alone was incredibly strenuous on his aged joints - but he didn’t care. He’s just so riled up, so upset-- CRASH. Another set of objects to the ground.
Joints groan with effort as Bonnie turns to face the fox, red pinpricks flickering rapidly. “IIII-II DIIIIDDDNN’T ASK-K FOR TH-TH-THIS,” he booms, static clouding his words, unable to make his voice any quieter - not that he would, anyway. “WHY-Y-Y AM I ST-ST-STILL HEERRREE?”
@foxthespian shanted:
Foxy hops up onto his shoulders as if it is a perfectly socially acceptable thing to do. "WHAT A VIEW IT IS UP HERE! I'M SURPRISED YOU DON'T BUMP INTO THE CEILING."
Oof! He wasn't expecting an energetic Foxy jumping on his back and stay right there, hands over his shoulders. He couldn't help but chuckle, his own arms holding the animatronic fox by his legs in a piggyback way.
| Let me aware before jumpin' on my back like that eh? | He chuckled once again, walking his way through the auditorium. | I'm not that tall. |
★ @foxthespian @bearybrand @captainnomore @buckbowl @wormc8 ⊱ ♡
WHO’S CRUSHING ON THE BUNNY ?
❝ that’s a lot of you. ❞