Witherd Foxy: "Agh, dammit!"

Foxy hissed as he dropped the flashlight to the ground. Of course, he tried to toss away your flashlight, but he accidentally flashed his face and he dropped it. He hated that damned thing. You never used the flashlight on him once, but it always made you laugh when he'd try to hide it or throw it away. You nicknamed him Swiper at times, & boy did that annoy him. But something about you reminded him of his old home, nostalgia—he didn't want to get rid of that joy, that feeling of being alive & feeling happy. To make him forget about being in this hell.

Witherd Foxy: "Oi! Don't laugh at me, lassie!"

He sneered as he blinked his eyes to steady his dazed vision.

Witherd Foxy: "Dammit!"