Mangle Toy Foxy の小説・ストーリー

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

But ignoring Ace would be rude, so Emily maneuvered her way through the tables and stood over Ace, who’d remained seated. “What are you doing here?” Ace glanced at the drink and muffin on the table. “Looks like I’m having an after-work snack. Who’s your friend?” He set the doggie drink on the ground, and Foxy stuck her face into the cup and licked it up. When she didn’t reply, Ace said, “She’s adorable. What’s her name?” For the first time, she smiled. “Don’t be fooled. She’s a tiny terror. Her name is Foxy, and she belongs to my neighbor.”

I remember wrapping my handkerchief around the fox's leg. I looked around to look for the fox, but there was no sight of him. Could it be? Could it be that this little boy in the Japanese outfit is the same fox I treated a while ago? He does have orange hair like the fox's fur and a foxy look on his cheerful face; in addition, the fox was nowhere to be found. There's no mistaking it, the fox that I cured has somehow transformed into this boy.

Diego asks, “That’s, wow! I never thought I would see the day. I think I’m more surprised by that than the whole, toys moving around the room of their own accord, thing you have going on here.” I realize that is actually more surprising to me as well. “I can see why,” I tell him, “And now, you need to meet Toby!” I gently place my son in his arms, and Diego greets him. “Hey Toby,” he says, “I”m so happy to meet you! You’re such a handsome little guy!” We both notice the tiny stuffed fox floating in the corner of the room, and Diego instantly knows what it means. “So, he likes me as well,” Diego asks, hopefully, “I’m thinking that’s what it might mean?”

Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. Felix looked more fierce and cunning, however, it had a jolly attitude when they play. His jolly attitude was different from his fierce and cunning look. His rank level was on par with Vicious. His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well.

“Oh, shucks… We’re not supposed to go here yet. You’d need to go down the other path first, so you can get the flying boots to make it across.” “The other path? But there’s a monster there!” Foxley whined more. Eine frowned and patted Foxley’s shoulder. “Killing the monster is more doable than the jumps, Foxley. At least, you won’t need twenty tries just to get across. Now, now, go back and fight it. Show Mommy the somersault attack you like so much.” Foxley gasped and nodded his head. “Mommy, don’t leave! I’ll show you what I can do! Watch me! Watch me! I will kill this monster for Mommy!”

Toby opened his mouth, ready to ask an inappropriate question, but when he caught my murderous look, he immediately closed it back. “If even one of you says anything about my appearance and last night, I will kill that suicide bomber,” Fox warned grimly. “Come out, no one will say anything.” I threw another warning glance at Toby. The fox looked around in surprise at the place of her nightly stay. - Why am I here? - Let's talk at home. Now, would you like to ride your pet? She didn't have time to answer. I picked up a couple in my arms and, transforming on the run, rushed home.

Yet, there seemed to be no bullet fired. “The magazines are here.” Tyr lifted his hand, showing the clip in his hand. “I told you that your gun couldn’t kill me.” Foxy froze. It was like she had seen a ghost. Tyr had not only dodged her first bullet but also stole her magazine from right under her nose. She did not notice a single thing or even grasped when he had struck. The speed far exceeded Foxy’s understanding. “You can have it back.” Tyr did not show a shred of mercy. He slammed his palm to Foxy’s chest and the other to her mouth. In a blink of an eye, Tyr had already stuffed a handful of bullets into her mouth.

Areena Areena opened her eyes slowly, her face facing the window as the sun kissed her face making it hard to adjust her eyes to her light. She sucked her head in Foxy tummy– her orange plushie with cat face. "Morning Foxy." She inhaled the orange and sandalwood scent from Fluffy, the zesty citrus scent soothing her. "It's gonna be a great weeeeeekend." She squealed, jerked her head up while sitting down on the bed then fell into the plushie again.