Roxy paused, her brush hovering in mid-air. She turned, her sharp features softening as she looked at the simple gift. For a moment, the bravado faded. She wasn't just the "best" anymore; she was seen.
Roxy didn't turn around. "It’s called maintaining perfection, Foxy. Something you wouldn’t understand with that... aesthetic." She gestured vaguely at his exposed endoskeleton joints. roxanne foxy cox
Below is an original story inspired by the FNaF fan-fiction interpretation. Roxy paused, her brush hovering in mid-air
Foxy let out a raspy chuckle. "Perfection be a heavy burden to carry. Back in Pirate Cove, I didn't need a mirror to know who I was. I just needed a crew and a map to the stars." roxanne foxy cox