Vixen is a young teen hybrid skeleton. She comes from a harsh and cruel world...and was mostly beaten up and treated like an animal by humans on the surface. She is the only monster left above the underground.
She has more broken bones then you can...
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—B I heard a snort followed by small quiet snickering coming from next to me on my right who I knew Vixen sat. I don't know if anyone else noticed this though...But I knew one thing Stars had carried Wingdings all the way from the lab, down the stairs...again.
I smiled with a sigh.
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I heard Stars put Wings down as he huffed in annoyance and had a seat...there was silence as we started eating.
—Swapfell Everyone is silent again during dinner...even since Vixen came here everything has been so tense and awkward. I don't like it.
*Hmm...maybe I should start teasing her maybe some flirting with make things more fun, like they used to be...? This will be a fun experiment.*
I smiled and eyed Vixen...she suddenly stopped eating, noticing me staring at her. She looked at B and then at Stars...clearly trying to see what I was staring at. Oh, this was so much fun, confusing the hell out of her.
Her confused, baffled face was so damn cute~
"Now what the hell are ya staring at?!" She suddenly said, closing her eyes as her ear twitched.
Adorable!~
"Vixen, please watch your language!" Said Swap, right on call. She glanced at Swap...then glared at me. She went back to her food without another word.
I smirked as Swap glanced at me. He rolled his eyes and continued eating...
"So...Vixen....do ya have any nicknames yer friends called ya back at yer world??" I asked.
She flinched and stared at me with dark empty eye sockets. It sent cold shivers up my spine...her expression looked as if she had just witnessed a murdering.
"I don't have any friends back in my world. And no one ever called me by my name... I was always treated like an animal. A slave...something lower than dirt. A worthless freak...heh....this is my first time being asked to actually sit at a table with everyone, treated equally and having a full 'stomach' I, unlike everyone else in the underground was the only monster not imprisoned underground...nor could I get inside it. The humans found me....and I was at there merciless judgement." Her eyes were beginning to turn a slight red in the middle of all that pure blue eye lights, her claws dug into the wooden table.
The room had that really uncomfortable silence again. I regret asking at all...
Vixen was trembling....clearly trying to control her rage of emotions I had stirred up. I tried to think of something, anything to change the subject.
"Hmm...well, if ya don't have a nickname then I guess I'll just have to come up with one." I said with a big grin.
She seemed to snap out of her rage and looked at me curiously...she seemed to be calming down a little.
