Fazbear Stories: Foxy

"And here I thought my day was getting better—Foxy the Pirate, standing ominously in the middle of the workshop, bathed in an eerie red glow. His eyes, once friendly and playful, now glowed with a sinister intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I noticed Foxy's appearance was different. Gone was the eyepatch, the hook hand. He looked... furrier, more animalistic, as if he had transformed into something otherworldly.

And then, without warning, he spoke—a crackling sound, like a distorted radio signal. "Matey," he hissed, the word dripping with malice and menace. It was as if he was taunting me, mocking me with his presence."

• █████ - Technician