If Foxy wasn’t seething, shaking with rage before, he certainly was now. His eyes glowed this a brighter intensity and growl that came was unmatched by his previous ones. He wanted to lunge at her. Clamp his jaws around her damn face and BREAK it; tear her body to smithereens and leave her as a junk heap on the floor. That was all she deserved.
"DON’T ACT LIKE YE DON’T ENJOY HAVIN’ ‘TIS SPOTLIGHT WHILE WE ROT! I KNOW YER LYIN’ TO ME, 'N IT AIN’T GOIN’ TO WORK.“ Truth be told, Foxy didn’t even know what to say anymore. Her words had struck him right at his core. He knew, past his rage and denial, heartbreak and spite, that she was right. It really wasn’t her fault when it came right down to it. Not hers or the others. It all boiled down to the humans who ran this place. He knew that. But his blastedpridewould never let him falter. He swiped at the hook she held with his own hooked arm, sending it flying across Kid’s Cove. Try to imitate him now. "Just ye wait. Ye’ll be gettin’ what ye deserve soon enough…” He finally turned his back to her to leave. He head straight for the hallway but before he exited this mockery of a Cove, he hollered a few final words to the vixen, “'n when that day comes, I pray I be thar to witness it!”
Had she pushed her luck? Would her words end up pushing him to the breaking point and lead him to attack her? Toy Foxy certainly felt like that was the case. It took everything she had to stand firm- to face potential MUTILATION with some dignity. Rowdy children could only do so much damage. They didn’t have the teeth and claws and rage that Foxy did. Recovering from this would be a lengthier process- if she COULD recover at all.
He shouted at her. His arm came forward. Her golden eyes quickly shut out of impulse. Waiting for the briefest of moments for whatever agony would come. But it didn’t come. The hook was knocked from her hand, clattering harmlessly on the other side of her Cove. She opened her eyes once more, watching him cautiously as he made his last utterances, his movements to FINALLY leave her alone.
“Hmph.” Foxy wouldn’t faze her anymore. His warning only came from a place of JEALOUSY. Though she hadn’t forgotten how well-founded that place was, it made any foreboding words he had for her utterly meaningless. She began to move as well, walking over to retrieve the fallen hook. It was stowed back in its hiding place in the back of the Cove, where she picked up her detached hand and popped it back into its joint. Once more she looked to the Cove’s entrance, any trace of her visitor now disappeared from sight. One last sentence murmured to a pirate that was no longer there to listen.
“What we deserve is a break from your nonsense...”
And a break did come. Those were the last words she and Foxy exchanged for a few weeks. The other originals would harass her and her friends from time to time, but nothing quite so personal as that night had been. It was a quiet, more restful life for Toy Foxy.
At least that’s how it would be before every SUNRISE...
She wondered if there was anyone before her who had to go through what she did.
To be pulled apart into pieces by dozens of hands grabbing at you all at once.
To be put back together that same day.
To go through such a thing over and over and over...
Life left its scars on Toy Foxy. Her left eye was almost constantly more dim than the right by now, her joints hurt and would sometimes TWIST a wrong way...even her voice box had gotten scratched and glitched every now and then. A soft static would sometimes escape past the words, too.
Far less tangible were the scars on her MIND. Even if she could be put back together, she would only have to go through it again later. Such a traumatic existence had worn on her. She could occasionally feel the sensation even when it wasn’t happening to her. Her friends supported her, but...they didn’t know. They didn’t know what this FELT like.
It was on another quiet night that she stared at the walls of Kid’s Cove. Sitting silently. She wondered if there was anyone before her who had to go through what she did. Wondered if this would be what her life was like forever. Wondered if the staff- or even the kids- would eventually stop caring about her.
Wondered if FOXY HAD BEEN RIGHT...