”You are going t’ get these damn chains off ’f me or ye will get what ya deserve, lass.”
His eyes flashed a luminous yellow, his torso, his arms viciously struggling to get free from these chains as he bared his teeth at her. The venomous growling suddenly erupted from his throat at watching her hands being fairly too close to him.
Close enough for him to B I T E.
“Are ya talkin’ about yerself ‘r th’ old chicken?”
Most likely it had to be solely herself since the children who simply adored her, loved her so much, they just had to play with her as if she was their favorite toy.
Or that’s how the story went when he heard of it.
”—I believe, ye are th’ one who doesn’t know what happiness feels like. Remember, everyone here knows of yer “accident”. Say, did ya ever find your mind? ‘Cause, I think, ya might have been thinkin’ ye had one.”
A rough, static-like mocking cackle come from him.
❛ you grumpy little fox. i can’t hurt you, and you can’t hurt me. we’re dead, foxyfox. but go ahead, bite me if you think that’ll give you satisfaction. ❜
she tightened the chains, a small smile on her lips. it was ridiculous. all the hostility, the threats.. why couldn’t they just be nice for once?
❛ you know i wouldn’t need these chains if you’d stop running. running, running, running.. always running. don’t you get tired? same game everynight years and years and years. ❜
tiny hands stroke his hair, just for a second, gone before they even touched him.
❛ meanie, like you remember what it feels like to hold someone you love.
i didn’t do it. i would never do such a thing. everyone knows that, mean, mean, old pirate. ❜
“You do know I really cannot stay. Your attempt at binding me in chains will falter, lass.”
He spoke, a smirk cutting over his lips. Honestly, he should have avoided her when he first went over to a woman crying and sobbing over something. Or someone. He believed that would be the last—the final—time he would ever see her again.
Now here Foxy was, all wrapped nicely in icy gray chains, with her standing right in front of him, and no tiny clue as to where he was— Or how he got here, in that matter.
”—They’re a bit loose… don’t ya think?”
❛ i think these chains really suit you. the gray looks good with your eyes and the cold and icy metal matches your soul. if you ask me you should always wear these. you look so much more dangerous with them! almost like a real pirate. ❜
with her eyes fixed on his and her hands stroking the chains, her smile widened. all she needed some company. voluntary or not.
❛ i don’t have to tighten them. you have nowhere to go. there’s nothing for any of us. ❜
and mangle was right, they had nowhere to go. without this pizzeria they were just another dead soul roaming around. another lost life.
❛ isn’t it ironic that this place is a happy place, full of happy colours, and happy memories and its only residents are so rotten inside, they wouldn’t recognize happiness if it ripped off their arm. ❜
