His FavoriteFoxy groaned as he continued to clutch his sword in his right paw as he held his sparring stance. He took a few steps forward to strike his "opponent" as he then took a few steps back rather quickly. Due to his high agility, he was able to do this with ease and not run out of energy as the others did. At least his practice battling opponents on the seven seas was wearing off.More Like This
Chica walked into the room, and had observed the animatronic fox. He was still in a sparring stance, moving to the left of his "opponent" a bit. He managed to catch sight of Chica and only gave her a quick nod, eyes darting back to the wooden dummy placed in front of him. He struck the middle of their chest very quickly before returning back to his original position, panting as he circle the "enemy". Chica sat down on a nearby booth in Pirate Cove, continuing to watch Foxy practice.
His chest would constantly move up and down with every pant he took, and he was far too focused on practicing than to observe his sur
Til Sickness Do Us PartFoxy groaned as he placed a frustrated paw onto his forehead. He had spent at least an hour listening to Chica coughing and sobbing in the other room. Bonnie was in there caring for her while Freddy was too busy trying to gather some medical supplies to help the chicken feel a bit better.More Like This
But they all knew they could only do so much before…Well…
Earlier that morning, Chica had several cough fits and did not perform well on stage. She was dismissed from singing and serving in about 3 minutes into the show, and had been resting in bed ever since. They all figured it was just a mere sickness she would get over eventually, but Foxy had remained by her side the moment she was put to bed, given that he was “Out of Order”, and had all the time in the world to stay with her.
It was until after the restaurant closed that Chica had gotten worse. Her voice was sore, she kept on coughing, had quite the fever, and managed to cough up a small ounce of blood at one point. And