❝ 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 ❞ 𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝙱/𝚂

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❝  Hello? Ah, there you are! ❞ the toy animatronic rushed to your side seeing that you had a rather unfortunate fall. There was almost like there was no other way it would unfold. The vixen was way too quick for you to even start lifting your own body. By the time you had looked up, she was already gripping your hand and arm before giving you a quick pull. Despite not being capable of feeling pain she still did check your arms and legs very quickly. Right after she gave you this one look.

❝ It didn't do any damage. You're lucky. But are you okay? ❞ she asked just to be sure. She sounded concerned despite the fact she was their body was alright. It was only something a machine could understand. Or an undead spirit behind a machine. There might be no pain in physical form, but it might linger somewhere else. Somewhere behind the mask. A place where no one could see with their eye but the soul knew it could be there.

❝  It is nice that you care Toy Foxy,  but I'm okay ❞  you replied, wiping some dust off your suit properly. The show was over so no damage to the reputation was done. But either way, it showed you could use some slight fix up next time a technician decides to show up. The camera slowly moved around without the red light blinking. The guard was pretty lousy tonight. It almost made you move in the direction of the office this instant, but she stopped you. ❝  Would you mind spending some time with me? I feel quite lonely these past few days ❞ she couldn't help this feeling that she required some company to make her feel, but also she had this feeling you wanted to go in for murder, very much to her distaste who felt like she was responsible for life here. And so she acted upon it too by asking this question. She fixed her bowtie while thinking of activities you and she could do together. Soon she had an idea.

❝ I think I could, ❞ you responded, agreeing to her question, not thinking much. The guard could indeed wait for a night. There would be a replacement the next day after they died either way. She gave you a gesture to follow her with this typical wide smile for her. The long canine fangs were sticking out slightly. There was not like she could do anything, as each time she even barely opened her jaw they became visible. But even despite this rather predatory detail from her species she was not even anywhere close to committing to any kind of murder. You both stopped inside her kids cove as the vixen kneeled down and put her hand inside a large crate. She messed around for a short bit, before pulling out a block of paper and a few drawing pencils. She turned around as her tail was wagging from side to side. She got so overly excited and happy to draw now together with you. Her hands had a solid grip on it as she was lowkey shaking. She had a very childish appearance at times, and she dearly took care of it. She didn't suppress her inner child. Toy Foxy was more proud of it than anything else. Because when the child was lost, so was the joy with it. The animatronic grabbed you by your wrist with her free hand, before carefully pulling you along to the tables in the main dining area. She slapped the paper on the tables while placing the pencils calmly down, as she knew they were way more fragile than the paper. She couldn't help herself but reach for the dark pencil and start drawing some lines with some curves at times.

❝ It's been a long time since I have drawn something  ❞ she said randomly  , to which you nodded as you tried to draw something yourself. You just drew, something out of your mind.

The fox meanwhile got a stage done, while it did not really look too well it could be easily recognized. And she seemed to take joy in her little creation as she pressed on with her own design. Minutes went by, the cameras were flickering. But she didn't paid attention to those as she was engulfed in her very own imagination. And each look she got into it a new line was drawn. Soon here were were speakers. Large curtains that we're at least five times as long as she was tall herself. And she started drawing people. Many people all around the stage, cheering on and with very subtle amount of detail. But very much the crowd was here. Smiling  , grinning and yelling positive remarks. And then she was finishing her own art. It herself. Her tail was disproportionately large, her head was a little too big and so was her left eye. But it was clearly her. She drew two quick lines from one pole to another above the curtains. She pushed the drawing up, her golden hues looking at it happily as she remembered it. It was similar to what the vixen herself has imagined to be in the future. If death wouldn't have taken her from the living. She sighed while letting the piece of paper fall slowly on the tables surface again. Only this time she wrote words on it.

❝ My Dream. 1986 ❞ she whispered along with each word and number written. And here it was, a finished drawing of herself being the star. Of being famous,  but not in a wrong way. But now she wouldn't reach her dream. Not in this state. Not as a machine. Because who would believe in the machine? And even if, she doubted she would have any rights or any say in the whole matter.

Toy Foxy looked up to you, her eyes wide and excited. It's been half a hour since you two started getting artistically invested. And she seemed to be now putting her attention on you. Despite the whole excitement flowing through her dead body, she still managed to keep her cool and happy tone. She leaned slightly forward with her canine fangs sticking out more than usual.

❝ What did you draw?❞

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