Jumpscare Funtime Foxy Novels & Stories

Tranquility enveloped the surroundings. However, this peaceful evening was destined to be short-lived. The silence was abruptly shattered by a piercing screech emanating from the bushes. A large figure emerged, seemingly fleeing from an unseen threat. The cacophony startled several small animals, causing them to dart away in fear. Amidst the chaos, a lone fox remained motionless, defying the instinct to flee. Its audacity intrigued the crimson eyes that silently observed from the underbrush. This one was brave enough to poke his head out, just to see what could have startled him so badly. Watching the little fox and the stag was so amusing it nearly had the owner of the red eyes falling over

It felt like everyone around me was holding their breath. “Oooh, Foxy’s angry!” the pierced man taunted as she neared “did we make you upset?” “Don’t touch her!” the girl wailed “she’s had sex with the freak! She might be contaminated!” The group brushed themselves off, which only made Fox more agitated. She walked around the table beside them, then stood next to the man with the piercings. “How’d it feel?” he snickered down to her while sitting on the tabletop.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Ace POV She looks fantastic as always- my girl foxy (Scar). She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her. And I will make sure to know what her mate is up to. Perhaps he is marrying her friend, and maybe he is just playing a game to get her back. Either way, I will make sure to keep Foxy mine. She will never leave me, and I won’t fucking allow it. She is mine, and I will fight dirty if I have to.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

Carrie is already at the front door, fumbling with the knob, which refuses to turn, only it’s nothing except rust on the bolt and when she twists again, hard, the door flies open, blessed sunlight bursting through. Carrie unlocks the passenger door of the mini-car and throws herself across the seats, followed by Trent. He barely manages to pull his feet inside before she twists the key, hits the gas, and veers into the road, almost sideswiping a delivery van. As he slams his door, Trent glances out the rear window. Angry Fox appears in the warehouse doorway, sans pants and flopping meatily, black plastic eyes gleaming in the sun. Angry Fox makes a pistol sign with his big white paw and mimes

It lasted approximately six minutes before the boys got bored and demanded something scarier. “No horror,” I said firmly. “Just a little spooky,” Eddie begged. I caved and chose The Haunted Lighthouse, a mildly eerie kids’ movie with a ghost dog and a friendly skeleton. Halfway through, Mr. Speedy mysteriously vanished. “Where’s my turtle?” Oliver wailed. Chaos erupted. Pillows flew. Flashlights beamed under furniture. Claire nearly fell off the couch laughing. After ten minutes, we found Mr. Speedy under the coffee table, wedged behind a stack of comic books, casually eating a gummy worm.

The dark red figure was as unpredictable as a ghost, and like a blood-stained blade, it was terrifying. In that instant, everyone felt their blood running cold. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Everyone only had time to react by instinct. Immediately, a series of sparks bloomed in the crowd. The Three-Tailed Fox's horrifying speed made it look as if it were attacking dozens of people at once. Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?