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FNAF's Foxy Sima [the others won't look as mean... Foxy is the 'bad guy' and in serious disrepair.]

The reddish markings by the rings is not blood, I tried to go for a rusting/dirty look but ahhh, it didn't turn out. It will be removed if it needs to be, I made it on a separate layer just in case! The rings around his neck/arm/legs/tail are accessories- the Sima is not an actual robot. They've been left on for so long that his skin kinda...grew around it. Kinda like when abused dogs are found and have to have ropes or collars that have messed with the skin underneath removed surgically. Their right paw has been replaced with a prosthetic paw with steel claws on the ends. Their fur is rough and messy, it even sticks out in some places. They are not capable of speech, just groans and growls. They are also very, very fast. Cannot breed. The eyepatch is not visible here, but they do have one!

- the 'rust' markings are the color of the fake paw set to 'overlay'

To win this Sima:



Code: Select all

Name: Foxy
Gender: genderless
Personality:
ONE EXTRA: [can be art/story/likes+dislikes/ect.] [if you choose to write, please don't make a huge text wall!]



Ends on the 8th of September!

[rem sleep]

Name ;; Foxy
Gender ;; Genderless
Personality ;;
potential res omg

[outoforder001]

＂Ｍａｋｅ Ｓｕｒｅ Ｔｏ Ｃｈｅｃｋ ＰＩＲＡＴＥ ＣＯＶＥ＂

╭sometdfgdfdbdfbhingsomprettyomgwowe╮
-Ｅｎｔｅｒ Ｔｈｅ ＣＯＶＥ

Ｎａｍｅ; Foxy the Pirate
Why Pirate though? Well,
after a incident with one
of Foxy's group mates, Foxy's
paw was.. badly damaged.
As you can see, as a
replacement, Foxy put a
metal paw which allows Foxy
to keep using that paw.

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Genderless
Well, yes and no. Foxy doesn't
really have a gender, but
who knows? Since Foxy can't
comunicate, his gender will
forever be a secret.
Rathers 'they/their' pronouns

╰somethindfgdgdfggfdgsomprettyomgwowe╯
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Ｔｈｅ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

Ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｏｕｓ

Foxy is a rather adventurous character, who often likes to explore the areas and see new things. Even though this may sound sweet and nice, this of course can be a very big con to finding him at night.

Ｑｕｉｅｔ

Foxy is a very.. quiet Sima. He hardly talks, but I guess you can't blame him. Ever since Foxy's voice box was damaged he could not communicate at all, but only make strange groaning, screeching and growling noises.

Ｈｅａｒｔｌｅｓｓ

A rather sad word isn't it? Well, It is true I guess...
Foxy isn't the type to care about others feelings, and I guess you could say he doesn't have any himself.

Ｎｏｎ－ｔｒｕｓｔｗｏｒｔｈｙ

Foxy isn't the type to keep secrets or anything close to that. No one can rely on Foxy, and no one ever has



＂Ｊａｃｅ ｌｏｖｅｄ Ｆｒｅｄｄｙ＇ｓ ａｓ ａ ｋｉｄ， ｂｕｔ ｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ
ｐｌａｃｅ ｈｅ ｋｎｅｗ ａｓ ａ ｋｉｄ， ｉｓ ｇｏｎｅ＂

Jace's eyes darted across the cafe as he laughed at the rather funny joke that slipped out of Amethyst's mouth. "And then.. haha.. hey, Jace, you listening?" Amethyst stopped laughing and waved her hand in front of Jace's face. "Just wait a second, I need to check something out.." He turned towards Am and gave her a sorry like tone. Jace picked himself up from his chair and walked over to the counter, but what was he looking at? He reached out and snapped his hand shut on a large newspaper with the heading 'FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA - HELP WANTED!' in caps. "Freddy.. Fazbears?" Jace whispered while moving back to his chair and placing the newspaper on the glass table. "Isn't that the place with the Fox?" Amethyst squinted her eyes and red on. "Yea, he is called Foxy the Pirate. But why would they need another security guard? Someone took the slot just a month ago?" Jace looked up at his friend with a curious expression on his face. "Maybe he quit? But from the looks of it.. he was.. injured?" Her voice slightly cracked. "Well, I better go, it is getting rather late"

Jace looked around the party room with excitement. I loved this place as a kid, wouldn't it be cool to see the characters face to face!. "Hello, I would like to take the job of the security guard?" Jace smiled at the female Sima who was sitting down on a chair reading the newest volume of 'Teen Sima Weekly'. "Oh, sure!" She replied as she picked up a book and made Jace sign it. "You start at 12."

"Alrighty!" Jace yawned as he picked up the monitor and let himself fall into the chair. "Can't be that hard.." Jace rolled his eyes as he waited a few seconds, which came to the time a small message came up.
"Hello? Hello? Uh..I wanted to record a message for you. To help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you, there's-" The voice went quiet as Jace pushed down the stop button on the recorder. "Yea yea, don't care!" He rolled his eyes once more and looked down at the camera.

The monitor flashed on and Jace pulled his arms over his eyes. "Ow much, that is really bright!" He growled. When his eyes finally ajusted to the light, he watched the room numbers pop up in the corner and on the oppisite side a green bar just bellow the words 'Power'. "Well, isn't that helpful" Jace said sarcasticly while clicking on the top room. The Pizzaria is one huge place which contains a lot of dark rooms which have black and white tiles and children draw pictures covering the walls. "What am I meant to watch.." He huffed as he tapped on the other rooms. "Oh my goodness, what the hell!" Jace put his arm back up to cover his eyes, as what he saw was a damaged Foxy sitting on a chair, his eyes full of blackness and with one light source coming from his yellow pupils. Jace was confused in why Foxy was so.. rust? He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind as he clicked to the next area. Freddy was standing on stage holding his famous microphone, but strangely he was in perfect condition? Jace slowly tapped back to Foxy to take another look. "Ah!" Jace screamed as his heart skipped a beat. Foxy was.. gone!? "How can this be, he was there just a second ago?" Jace talked himself. A small noise filled his ears as he put the camera on his lap, but what really worried him was that the sounds were very similar to footsteps. "H-hello?" Jaces voice cracked as he felt his body go cold. A small tune placed far away as the footsteps got closer. Oh my god, someone is running! Jace held his breathe as he pulled the monitor up and clicked each room as fast as he could. Foxy and Freddy were gone...
"AHH!" The monitor smashed onto the floor with a crack as Jace heard a loud scream and a large Foxy smashed into the room. His arm covered his eyes once more as the room went quiet. "W-what" Jace breathed heavily as he moved his arms. But what made his bones go cold, was what was drawn all over the walls.

"IT'S ME!"

Story count- 4083 CHARACTERS | 765 WORDS | 79 SENTENCES | 7 PARAGRAPHS

[Segie]

RESERVE

[F0XFANG]

*heaving breathing*
Will probably enter.
If not, I will feel bad. |D

[monty]

Name: Foxy
Gender: genderless - prefers they/their pronouns
Personality:
Foxy is very intuitive and artistic. They love expressing their thoughts, even though there are a lot that are incorrect theough poetry. In their eyes, anything well decorated in poetry immediately trumps all. They cannot tolerate conflict and High expectations, in fact, Foxy crushes under pressure easily. They usually hide behind a wide object when any of their friends are fighting and they tend to drift off into their own little world to find serenity when theirs too many high expectations. They are very independent, having left their mother at the age of 14, and their house is spotless. Most would call Foxy a 'clean freak' but they prefer 'Perfectionist'. Foxy dislikes being alone, but rarely do they seek the company of any other Sim. They are very secretive and it's difficult for others to understand anyway.

ONE EXTRA: [can be art/story/likes+dislikes/ect.] [if you choose to write, please don't make a huge text wall!]


Ooh definitely entering! <3

[epimetheus]

hmmph nvm

[Novi]

♠ Name: This Sima is simply known as "Foxy". Their real name, if one exists, is unknown.
♠ Gender: Foxy is genderless, though it prefers to be referred to as male.
♠ Personality: Upon first meeting him, one might describe Foxy as intimidating, and with the way he acts, there's no questioning as to why this is. Foxy is, simply put, cruel. He attacks without reason, leaving those around him fearful of when he is going to snap next. He's unpredictable; no one is certain of when he's going to break. One minute, he could be calmly watching the scenery outside. The next, he could be trying to choke you out. He's spontaneous.
Another trait of Foxy's is that he is careless; that is, he doesn't seem to care for anyone around him. There's only one Sima he's looking out for, and that's himself. For this, he can oftentimes be seen as selfish. Foxy also seems to be very misanthropic, hating everyone around him. This goes hand in hand with his remorselessness, seeing as no one is safe from his wrath - not women, not the elderly, not children, not even fluffy kittens. If you're alive and breathing, he hates you and wants you dead.
Foxy also seems to be very paranoid. Every sound he hears, every sudden flash of light or movement, he'll turn to with such ferocity, that one might not even recognize him as a Sima, but as a monster. He, for some reason, is always alert. He won't let his guard down for anything, and will commonly watch others from the shadows, as if he's making sure that they're not conspiring against him.
However, Foxy was not always like this. At one time, some remember him as a sweet and honest Sima. It is believed that this same persona is still somewhere inside of Foxy, but it is rarely shown. No one is certain of why this is....
..Except, it seems, for one Sima.
♠ Story: May 21st, 2003

It was anything but quiet in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Children were shrieking excitedly as three brightly colored Simas - Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica - danced about the stage and sang cheerfully. A little ways away from the stage sat three adult Simas and many young children; it seemed to be a birthday party. The birthday boy hooted with excitement, running around and playing with his friends while the adults chatted away. It seemed that everyone was having a good time...

...Everyone, that is, except for the little five year old sitting by Pirate's Cove.

The little boy - known as Icarus (Iggy to his mum, and Rus to friends) - sighed glumly as he watched the other children dart around the pizzeria. He rested his chin in his hands and looked down sadly, knowing that, even if the other kids allowed him to play with them, he would never fit in. So there he sat, right next to the abandoned attraction. Why was it abandoned? Icarus didn't know the answer; all he knew was that it was closed in the year of 1987.

Icarus continued to watch the other kids roam around the place, pitying himself, when suddenly, he heard a heavily accented voice mutter from behind him,

"Aye, what be the matter, laddie?"

Icarus turned quickly, confused. He'd not noticed anyone sneaking around behind him... Who could it have been?

A yellow eye watched him from behind the curtain. The "Out of Order" sign had gently been nudged aside, leaving just enough room for a prosthetic paw to reach out near Icarus. At first, Icarus seemed confused. Scared, even. But soon, his vivid green eyes opened wide. He'd heard of this one...

"Foxy?" Icarus whispered in disbelief and hesitancy, afraid that he had gotten the actor's name wrong.

"Aye," replied the mysterious Sima. His figure disappeared away from the curtain, and for a moment, Icarus was afraid the pirate had left. Then, suddenly: "Steal aboard. Quickly, now, 'fore anyone sees ye."

Icarus glanced around, making sure nobody was watching him, before hastily scrambling aboard the ship-like stage. The young Sima looked up to see a large, reddish-colored Sima looming over him. He was surprised, to say the least; he didn't expect Foxy to be so... big.

The Sima looked down at him with one eye - the other was covered by an eyepatch - and laughed. It was a hearty laugh, but it was still quiet enough so nobody would hear them. "Well, what's a young seadog like ye doin' all by yer lonesome? Why don't ye have fun with yer friends?" Foxy asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Icarus's amazed expression quickly turned to that of glum. "Nobody wants to play with me," he sighed sadly. "Everyone's either too busy or just doesn't want to play with me." Tears started stinging in the corner of the youngster's eyes. "I don't think that anyone likes me..."

"Well that be a daft thought," Foxy muttered sourly. With his prosthetic paw, he gently lifted the boy's chin so that they were looking each other in the eye. "I like ye."

×××

March 14th, 2014

Icarus glanced around the old pizzeria. Not a boy, but a young man of eighteen, he had been searching for a job when he saw the ad looking for a security guard. As soon as he read the name of the place, Icarus knew he'd just have to apply. So many good memories were attached to Freddy's...

Thankfully, no one had applied, so Icarus got the job. He grinned as he walked into his office, sitting down in the swivel chair and looking around curiously. The teen noticed a laptop lying on the desk, and, once curiosity got the better of him, picked it up and began flipping through the video game-like screen. There was a map with all of the different locations of the pizzeria, and Icarus smiled nostalgically after flipping to Pirate's Cove. The thought of going to visit the old attraction was tempting, but he knew that wasn't allowed; after all, that could be considered tampering with the machinery.

So there he sat, flipping through the multiple screens and, eventually, growing bored with the process. However, his boredom didn't ease his curiosity of whether or not the same friendly pirate that he'd known as a child was lying in wait in the abandoned attraction. Even after all these years, Icarus still wasn't sure of why Pirate's Cove was shut down. On the day that he'd met him, Foxy hadn't said exactly what had happened. All he did was grimace at the thought and change the subject.

Icarus finally decided to flip back to Pirate's Cove, where he was met with a shocking sight. Foxy - good ol' Foxy - was peering out the curtain, glancing back and forth nervously. Then, as if testing the icy cold waters of the ocean, he placed a foot out and set it on the ground with a soft thud.

Icarus couldn't conceal his wide grin as he watched the large Sima step slowly out of the Cove. Caught up in his excitement, he was too giddy to question as to why the Sima was still here after-hours. And for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Foxy. It was almost like he wasn't the same...

Much to Icarus's surprise, once Foxy caught a glimpse of the security camera watching him, he changed. Like a werewolf during a full moon, Foxy changed - the whites of his eyes turned black; his iris turned white; and his pupil turned a bright, dangerous yellow. Not yellow like the stoplight telling you to slow down; more like the yellow of a venomous snake as it struck out at you.

In a flash, Foxy turned and booked it. Icarus yelped a bit in surprise, flipping quickly to the other screens to see where the pirate Sima was heading.

Much to his horror, the animalistic beast was running straight for his office.

Icarus immediately slammed his hand down on the button labeled "door", heart beating loudly. The door closed, and just in time, too; Foxy had just arrived outside of the door, and was now slamming against it, inhuman growls escaping his throat.

Icarus watched in absolute terror as Foxy - good ol' Foxy - tried desperately to get through the door and tear him apart, limb from limb. He now knew why nobody wanted this job; Foxy (and most likely the others, he quickly noted) was angry, and eager to kill.

But the next night, he came back. Icarus claimed he didn't know why he came back - in all honesty, every night, he swore he regretted coming back. However, the reason is obvious:

He just wants his friend, Foxy back.

Note; In the first part of the story, the only reason Foxy can talk is because his voice box wasn't damaged at the time. In my headcanon, he can't talk now because of damage in his trachea, which, in turn, damaged his vocal cords.

[guqqi]

nvm

[bullie]

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