Fnaf 4 Foxy Mask Novels & Stories

I watched quietly as a group of children ran around wearing crude animal masks, their laughter echoing. One of them, a little girl barely seven, handed me a mask shaped like a fox. “For you,” she said shyly before running off. I held it gently. A fox; clever, quick, always surviving. Maybe that meant something. Mason approached me then, his own mask tucked under his arm, a wolf with silver markings. He smiled softly, trying too hard to look unaffected, too careful in that way he’d been since we agreed things between us would stay strictly platonic.