How did Funtime Foxy get his voice back? I thought he was destined to be mute forever.
(I’m fucking baffled someone actually uses this blog for its intended purpose- asking things I didn’t really felt were important enough to mention in the store itself. Holy shit. Have a tip of my hat.) Foxy fell back, her voice smooth and strong, like from someone who was singing entire operas by herself for fun. “Oh DARLING. Don’t you know? I can get whatever I want! I can become whoever I please. I finally deemed the world ready for my incredible acting talent, to show you the full scope of my abilities… you will never know my true self, my deepest inner part. It will take a tall, dark and handsome person to hunt me down from the shadows, to send me roses after every show, approaching me, wearing a mask to hide the horridly scared face beneath-“ Ballora raised an eyebrow from the back, allowed Foxy to ramble on for a few more moments, then sighed and stepped in. “Who’s a good boy?” Ballora asked sweetly. “Who’s a good boy?” Instantly Foxy reverted into his typical behavior and began yelping, his tail wagging wildly as he made little whining noises. Ballora patted him. “You are~!” Her smile faltered a bit as she looked at the Anon. “The answer is easy; Foxy asked our dad for it. Sure, in begin he refused any and all voices, because he was afraid they would end up define him into something too human… but then he grew sick of never being able to actually voice an opinion. Dad would never deny us anything.” Funtime Freddy stuck his head around a corner, wildly upset. “E-ExCEPT m-my JETPACK! H-HE nEvER GAVE IT TO ME!” The ballerina nodded slowly. “Except Freddy’s jetpack. But I would like to think of that as a democratic done choice.”
