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   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. 
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   "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 blasted pride would 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.

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“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.

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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...

#disrxpair#Hello have some angst
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𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟

Indie and Semi-active blog for Foxy from Five Night’s at Freddy’s. 

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Like or reblog if you are interested in interacting (Reblogs preferred!). I will be sure to check you out. Thank you!

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Heeyy I’ve officially opened up my commissions. If I want to start making a living off my art I need to get these going. If you are interested in commissioning me please contact me either through gmail or DA. All payments will be done through paypal invoices. If you can’t get a commission, I’d appreciate you reblogging this to help spread the word. Thank you!

#Spreading the word for my friend!!!#her art is amazing and you should support her#I know I'm going to!
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//So it occurred to me that my stupid ass didn’t actually add this to my blog when I first remade it, but I am EXCLUSIVE/MAINS with @themangledfox‘s Mangle! Their interpretation is the only one I will interact with. I’ve since added this to my rules page so hopefully it will clear up things for any future followers. I’m deeply sorry if this upsets anyone but it’s something that I decided on with Neo a long time ago.

#;outofkidscove#((Reblogging this as the same goes to me- I am exclusive/main with Kimba's Foxy))
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UNDERTALE TRUE PACIFIST STREAM

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//It’s finally happening!! My gf @outsidersoutlast and I shall be streaming us playing through the True Pacifist Route of Undertale! We will be setting up at about 5:30pm - 6pm EST and I will be reblogging this post with a link! We plan to go as far as possible tonight which should be at LEAST past the Snowdin section.
I hope to see you guys there!!!

HERE IS THE LINK!!

COME JOIN THE STREAM!! Please note it will say the stream is offline for a few minutes until we get people in the room but ye!

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   He growled when she vanished into another part of Kid’s Cove, getting more angry thanks to the tone she was starting to use with him. She reappeared shortly after, now with a hook for a hand just like him. That was insulting enough, but now her speech had changed and she spoke with the same pirate accent.
                                       That was far too low of a blow for him to take.
     So she not only was a smart ass, but a real BITCH to match with it perfectly. She truly was no different from the rest.
  “Well aren’t ye just some special little vixen…” There was even more venom in his tone than ever before. “Ye really think something like ye could ever be like me?”
   A heavy step was taken forward, eyes locked on her own. “I promise ye, lass. Ye will never, not in a million years, be like th’ original Cap’n Foxy. ‘n I be lookin’ forward to th’ day when ye fall apart on stage in front ‘o all them kids ‘n be cast aside fer parts. Just. Like. Me.”
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Perhaps it had been a hasty move to show off this particular FEATURE of hers- her ability to simulate the classic pirate experience that may have scared some kids but delighted others.  But she didn’t care one bit what he felt about it.  She couldn’t bring herself to- not then, when she was face-to-face with that malicious attitude of his.

Her right foot slid back slightly when he approached.  Was he...INTIMIDATING her?

         No.  No, she couldn’t let herself be intimidated- not NOW.  If he got the better of her here, when they were alone, she’d NEVER be able to stand up for herself again.

“A million years is a long time t’ wait, cap’n.  Luckily for me, I ain’t needin’ that kinda time fer somethin’ I ain’t even DOIN’.”  Now she took a step forward, still holding eye contact with him.  “Tis the same story fer all yer crew!  Goin’ on about how ye be the best there ever was and thar can’t be nobody like ye.  I can’t speak fer me mates, o’ course, but have ye ever thought that perhaps I ain’t TRYIN’ t’ be like ya?”

She took another step- seemed she was growing bolder.  “All I been tryin’ t’ do is enjoy me JOB, ye blasted ol’ sea dog!  Entertainin’ the lads and lasses, like ye used t’ before they- the people RUNNIN’ this damn place- decided ye needed t’ be replaced!  ‘Tweren’t no decision o’ mine to leave ye to rot, yet here ye are treatin’ me like I be the Devil himself, only here till I be struck down by whatever karmic forces fuel those twisted hopes o’ yers.  I get why ye ain’t exactly HAPPY, but we been takin’ too much attitude from yer lot.”  The hook of her hand raised up between them.  “So how ‘bout this: either ye start spewin’ yer bitterness at the ones what be deservin’ of it. or you could just-”  Toy Foxy once again gripped her hook, pulling it off so she could complete the sentence in her original tone- three words shouted purely out of exasperation, words that held a staggering, harsh finality.

“GET OVER IT!”

#disrxpair#Oh shit son it's probably gonna go down#(Also she doesn't actually have an eyepatch now- just thought it was an appropriate icon)
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//Ahoy there! This is a returning rp blog for Foxy the Pirate from the Five Nights at Freddy’s series! If you are interested with interacting with this animatronic pirate fox, would you please give this a like or reblog? I would greatly appreciate it!

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    Great, not only was her very existence a mockery for the once proud fox, but it seemed his replacement was a SMART ASS to boot. He growled at her reply. “I didn’t come here on PURPOSE.”
    If he were in better shape, he would have assaulted her right in that very moment. He swore the more he even LOOKED at her the more he despised her. His golden eyes examined her model. The amount of white and pink was ridiculous, not mention the giant pink bow on her neck. And the LIPSTICK and LASHES. He’d have deactivated himself if he was forced to look like such an atrocity. Then again that was how ALL the new ones looked. If he could, Foxy would have thrown up in his mouth.
    He caught her fiddling with her right hand, as if trying to fix something with it. That little detail was more than enough to get his attention and find a way to hopefully get under her ‘skin’.
    “’n what be th’ matter wit yer HAND, eh? Ye already startin’ to fall apart like th’ CHEAP PIECE ‘O METAL ye be? ‘tis place barely even got started ‘n look at ye!”
    He pointed with his hook. “I reckon in no time flat ye’ll be wit’out a hand at ALL.”
    And it served her right. It served them all right.
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There was that vitriol again.  The almost irrational, unceasing HATRED the old bots seemed to hold for her and her friends.  Sure, she felt sorry for them- she pitied the unfortunate state they were in- but she was no saint.  All the prodding and venom had to wear at her nerves eventually.  She didn’t want to feud with them.  She also didn’t want to put up with their crap.

Damn him for noticing her trying to fix her hand.  What business did HE have with her state?  She was fine.  She’d always be fine.  Even if her hand joint had messed up a bit, they’d fix her.  She’d just keep it as it is and not exacerbate the potential issue anymore.

...Or maybe it was time to put a pirate in his place.

“For your information, it’s just a bit stuck.  Nothing they can’t fix in the morning.  But if you’re so eager to see me fall apart...”  Holding an even, deadpan glare with him the entire time, Toy Foxy grabbed onto her right hand once more, thumb and pinky wrapped around the wrist, and gave a quick tug.  Like a cork from a bottle, the hand came CLEAN OFF from where it had just been.  A quick wince from the vixen was the only reaction she offered.

Remaining silent, she turned her back to the older fox, walking over to another part of the Cove, where children weren’t allowed.  She knelt down, setting down her hand and picking something up in its place.  When she stood and turned back to him, her remaining hand now held a HOOK, so much like Foxy’s own.  She slid it into place over her dismembered wrist, a CLICK! indicating there was no issue.  Her left eye seemed to flicker a bit as it came into place.

“‘Tis fer when the kiddies want a taste o' the ol’ Cap’n Foxy’s flair.”  Though the voice was still her own, Toy Foxy now spoke with a rougher tone, not to mention that unmistakable PIRATE dialect.  It was almost like the hook at switched on some programming inside her- something that hearkened back to the very fox she now spoke to.  “I reckon I still got plenty more life in these circuits than ye seem t’ wish I did.”

#disrxpair#v; tattered treasure#Toy Foxy: *flips off Foxy before pulling off her hand so it's stuck like that*
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    Darkness.

    Silence.

    Isolation.

    These three things were what made up the life for the four animatronic animals in the spare parts room in this new location they were forced to call home. They were once loved by children of all ages and now…

                                                           They had been forgotten.

    Foxy the Pirate was the most outwardly angry about their situation. A prideful animatronic, he wouldn’t take this laying down. And he certainly, would not ever accept any of these so-called replacements.

    Night had fallen on the building, bringing an end to the first week of business. Things seemed to be going smoothly for the company, and the new models were loving their occupation it seemed. It filled the old pirate with even more spite as time went on. He never wanted to look at ANY of their faces, lessen he risk lashing out at them. Not that’d he’d mind tearing off one of their faces…

    However, if there was one other thing Foxy hated just as much as the new animatronics, it was being cooped up for too long in one place. He needed to move. So he wandered the halls in silence.

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    It was too colorful in this place even at night. Foxy hated it. Then again he hated everything. The more he saw the more he wished he had it in him to tear his place down himself. If only it were possible…

    His wandering brought him by Kid’s Cove before he even realized it. He had been too consumed his own thoughts to see that he was now in the same place as one of the others; his own replacement.

                                                                       Toy Foxy.

    She stood there with her pristine white paint and pink bow, looking to him with her own golden eyes. Foxy went rigid. Shit, This wasn’t supposed to happen. His mechanical hand clenched.

    “…Great… ‘n here I be thinkin’ ‘tis could be a decent night…”

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Transitory periods were always a bit rough.  When change is on the rise, not everyone will be happy, and their reactions may be unfavorable.  

Such was the case with the dawn of the NEW and IMPROVED Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.  With brand-new versions of the beloved franchise characters out, not everyone was going to agree with what they saw.  Of course, none could be more displeased by the new arrivals than the quartet they were replacing.

Toy Foxy knew well the resentment the old animatronics had for herself and her friends.  She wasn’t sure how her friends felt about their predecessors, but she personally didn’t mind them- even if they detested her generation simply for existing.  Still, she understood the need for separation.  If they saw each other every day, surely conflict would boil over and things would just be messy for everybody involved.  It was for the best if they kept their distance.

 But things usually never work out exactly as intended.

She stood alone in Kid’s Cove, as she so often did when the lights were out.  Golden eyes were focused on the joint of her right wrist, which she was twisting around and gripping with her left hand.  The right hand could be swapped out for a hook, so its joint was a bit easier to work than the other.  A child had pulled her hand right off earlier today, and while it was quickly reattached by a staff member, something felt...off.  Had the little boy pulled it at an odd angle and damaged it...?

Her head darted up as soon as she heard footsteps nearby.  Someone was moving around this late at night?  But the others usually stayed away from the Cove whenever they left the-

...Oh.

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It didn’t take a fancy facial recognition system for her to identify the very fox she’d been brought here to replace.  The reddish fur covering his metallic form now stained with dirt and dust left to build in neglect, his endoskeleton exposed through pieces of his shell now torn away...she couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to live like that- left in shambles of what you once were- yet here was Foxy, walking around and seeming none too happy to see her.

“...But you came here, didn’t you?  It sounds like you ruined it yourself.”

#disrxpair#Eyyyy foreshadowing#Also 'detested her generation simply for existing' sounds frighteningly similar to how baby boomers feel about millenials
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          Her struggle makes him smile, it was pathetic really. The resistance when he pulled on her showed she still had the will to go on. He made this HIS personal GOAL to DESTROY that will. That robot was absolutely DISGUSTING to him when she was like this, when IT was MANGLED like this. Freddy NEVER had the patience to put her back together, nor did he ever WANT to reassemble her, he didn’t want her to COME BACK he didn’t want her to SUCCEED.

                    “What if the children take you apart because they HATE seeing you?”                                                                                                                         “That’s why I do it.”

          The grip on one of her mangled bits tightened, yanking again and again AND AGAIN until he heard a crack, laughter left his mouth. He was GOING to PERSONALTY make sure she was OBSOLETE after this.

          “Don’t you DARE, think about telling that PIRATE about this, you’re learning NOW” Another sharp pull, “You’re learning exactly what happens to unwanted animatronics.”

          A sudden dark wave washed over his mind, he knew … He knew exactly what he was going to do to make SURE the MESS didn’t run and go tattle on him this time.

          “…Actually… Do you really think he cares about you?” His grip loosened on her. “Oh you poor thing.. Think about it.. He’s a PIRATE, do you REALLY know what PIRATES are.. And what they DO?”

          “They TAKE and they TAKE and they GIVE NOTHING BACK!”                     “What if he’s just standing up for you because you have HIS name?"                                 "Just to make HIMSELF look good because you ARE in his shadow now.”

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                                                        “He’s an old bot… with NOTHING better to do, Thrown away because how VIOLENT he was to children. And now all he has left… 

                                                                                                             is you.”

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Mangle never needed him to voice his repulsion for her wretched form.  She HATED it enough already.  She’d gotten used to living like this a long time ago- some time after they’d stopped caring.  It was only thanks to Foxy that she could ever feel like her OLD self again, for however brief a time.  The comfort he was able to provide her with let her feel whole...but now she was reminded of just how fractured, how broken she really was.

“T-ttthey don’t!  They j-justtt...liiii-lilike to play-ay rougggghhhHHHSSSSHHK...”  Her meek attempt at self-assurance faded into the static that always seemed to leak from her beaten voice box.  She couldn’t be confident in such a response.  She always doubted, always suspected, always feared that no matter how much she adored them, that the children only ever DESPISED her.  So many others seemed to.  Why wouldn’t they?

A pang of worry shot through her when he mentioned FOXY.  Admittedly, she might have told him...he’d have seen her damaged even more and asked to know what had happened.  She could never be dishonest to him.  She cared too much for him, and she knew he’d be hurt if she hid something from him.  He felt the same way, after all.

...Wait...

What was Freddy doing?  Why was he saying all these things?  He was wrong.  He had to be.  Foxy cared about her.  He was the ONLY one who did- at least to such a degree- but he was all she needed.  It couldn’t be an act just to make himself look better.

                   It was a lie.

                                  He was a LIAR.

“S-stttoop tal-alking-g-g...” she murmured, the crackling voice barely audible above that static.  “You d-don’t-don’t knoooow him li-like I dooo...ju-uuust...”

He hadn’t stopped.  He’d stopped tugging ever since he started saying such awful things, but his taunting persisted, his horrible, cruel lies continued digging into her ears.  No,                                  NO,                                               NO NO NO NO NO IT WAS ALL WRONG HE WAS ALL WRONG HE WAS LYING TO HER-

She snapped.  Words exploded more clearly than they had ever since her first days.

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“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!”

Her hands released their hold, the apparent lower half of her tangled mess of a body still tightly bound by the wires she hung from.

She swung down, careening right toward her group’s “leader.”

              Jaws hung agape, poised to clamp down RIGHT ON HIS LYING FACE.

#pizzeriaprince#v;fractured attraction#ooooooh boy here we go
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