Foxy Fnaf Drawings Novels & Stories

“Yes, Aunt Fiona, and of course me, oh, and Uncle Carlos.” “I see, you did good, baby.” I looked at her drawings; of course they were children's drawings, so good enough for her age, especially when she got the important parts—that fingers are supposed to be ten, five on each hand, two eyes, ears, and one nose. “I can’t believe you got Aunt Fiona’s freckles.” “Oh yes, she looks just like her, right, Mommy?” “Right, you did good, baby. I'm sure your teacher will give you a sticker.”

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

She hissed as Mateo caught the gun before it could reach the floor. He put his cold hand around her nape and pulled her forward – until her forehead was inches away from his. Faith shrieked and gaped. He placed the gun on her throat. Faith gasped as Mateo pressed the barrel into her throat, “You are not as smart as you think,” He commented, “You have a lot more to learn, Foxy.” He added.

The Omega opened his large pad of paper and flipped several pages before proudly presenting his newest drawing. Luke gasped. His hands slowly reached out and took the drawing. His eyes raked over the very detailed drawing of his wolf. It looked like a professional artist had drawn it. It almost looked like a real picture. “Joey, this is, this is amazing! It's Beautiful! You're so talented,” The Omega praised the other Omega, and Joey blushed. Joey took the pad full of his drawings and carefully pulled out the drawing of Luke's wolf. His hand moved as he signed “for you” and handed it to Luke.

From outside, very faintly, almost nothing at all, came one heavy thud that might have been somebody’s body hitting the wall or somebody’s ego splitting in half. Poppy didn’t even turn her head. She held out her drawing to me proudly. “Look. This is the new castle. This one is for me. This one is for Bunny. This one is for Mommy if you behave.” I looked at the drawing of a giant pink tower with a helipad, a vegetarian dragon, and something that might have been a conference room. “Beautiful,” I said. And outside, the world was welcome to keep burning itself down.

Hunter youth Zhang Fan recognized the five beasts. The five Ominous Beasts were called Foxy Wolf Beasts. They were a hybrid of ferocious fox and wolf. Their bloodline was not pure, leading to their limited demonic power. They were in large quantities and were slightly stronger than normal wild beasts. Moreover, they usually hunt in groups. Judging from their sizes, they were not fully grown yet. Usually, a beast's level could be distinguished by its Demon Aura.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.