@learnwhatwewentthrough
 His ears were perched upwards as he heard that cry echoing through the room. He knew who it  belonged to. Ballora. But, where was she? He could barely see in the very dimly lit area  surrounding him. But... Would he even go after her? He had trust issues, and he would always  avoid both her and Baby, Funtime Foxy even.
 Still, he was part of the group. He shouldn’t stand or sit there watching and hearing his... friends?  He didn’t view them as friends. Colleagues? Acquaintances? Both were more appropriate terms to  describe them seeing they weren’t exactly a band. He just couldn’t avoid them when they were in  danger at times like this. He had to help.
   “Ballora? Where are you?!”













