[art is not mine]

You had been having nightmares non-stop… and they never ended happily…

You heard shuffling in the closet, a long sharp hook sticking out and slowly opening the door… You rush over, turning your flashlight on to reveal Foxy… But he looked wrong… he was too organic…

The fox’s lips curled up into a snarl out of annoyance, making small fox-like noises out of anger.