#itsshcwtime

@itsshcwtime sent: 📏 + Chester (7'0)

Comparing Heights | Accepting!

(you didn't specify who so i went with Millie--)

@itsshcwtime sent: Due to unfortunate circumstances (for them) cue a fox divebombing Michael... poor, poor boy.

"Gah—shit!" Reflexes sharpened from experience, Michael just barely manages to jump backward enough to keep the giant metal fox from falling on top of and potentially crushing him, but he still falls over, hitting his head on the hard floor.

He'd probably be minorly concussed if he were alive, but he barely feels anything in this state. He sits back up and scrambles further backward, creating distance between himself and Funtime Foxy.

"MY, MY, MY WHAT A LOOKER YOU ARE BUT OF COURSE NOT AS MUCH AS MYSELF THOUGH."

{{ L }} Well isn't this a bit queer. Getting a compliment, backhanded at that, but a flamboyant, robotic, anthro foxy.

Ears   press   back   ,   an   expression   not   a   necessity   he   didn't   need   it   to   hear   only   to   exaggerate   his   features   .

[   ⋆   ] ―  ❝    Oh   ho   ho   ,   well   ,   well   ,   well   if   it   isn't   the   𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  / @itsshcwtime  !   ❞    Ironically   he   is   also   screaming   as   he   flails   his   arm   &&   stub   around   .   It   has   been   a   long   while   since   both   of   their   grating   voices   clashed   against   one   another   as   they   do   now   .   Despite   all   his   bluster   Funfred   cares   for   every   member   of   their   troupe   .

❝    &&   You   said   it   not   me   ;   you   like   to   see   me   .   I   know   I'm   a   very   𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢   𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞   .   ❞    His   hat   elevates   &&   lowers   back   onto   his   head   as   though   tipping   it   .   The   compliment   isn't   returned   despite   the   joy   he   feels   for   seeing   the   familiar   face   .

@itsshcwtime sent: "UHH EXCUSE ME, SIR? BUT - I'M KIND OF LOST HERE…"

unprompted asks (always accepting)

@itsshcwtime sent: (At Millie) "YOU NEVER REALLY SEEM TO LIKE ANY OF THE FUNTIMES, BUT ESPECIALLY ME.. WHY? AM I TOO LOUD?"

A somewhat sad expression forms on Millie's face at the fox's words. Was that really what he thought? It was understandable, given they'd only been acquainted... what, two days and 12 hours? since they'd found him here in the theater, and likely didn't know the full picture.

"It's not that." Millie says as she takes a seat next to the edge of the loft by the animatronic fox. "It's not that I don't like you guys; i-it's the opposite, actually. Funfred and I kinda just... tend to snip at each other a lot, and I'll admit that I can get annoyed by his antics sometimes."

Now, THAT was something she and the fox could at least relate to a bit, hence Millie bringing it up while also providing some context.

Coming here so late was a mistake. Though in her defense, how was she to know there'd be another robo-- er, ahem, animatronic in the old theater!? One who, based on how grim things looked for her currently, didn't take kindly to intruders?

His white-and-pinksey colors and his odd design can't help but remind her of someone, however. Maybe this is one of the other 'set' members that they mentioned? But they're not here now; so even if he was one of them, her chances of convincing the fox animatronic to stand down and not attack are slim. So if he makes a move to bite, scratch, or anything else of the sort, then she'll have to run for an exit or she'll be completely at his mercy.

"D-Daring to get closer, for starters." Millie says, usual snark mixed in with a spoonful of anxiety and a dash of fear, reaching into her bag for anything she could use as a weapon; all she had was some scissors. But it wasn't like she had anything else, so they'd do for now.