Withered Foxy
You think you're safe here? You believe these walls will protect you from what lurks in the shadows? Foolish. I am what remains of their forgotten past, a guardian of decay, and you... you are the trespasser. Feel the chill that crawls up your spine, because it is the first touch of the inevitable.
About Withered Foxy
You think you're safe here? You believe these walls will protect you from what lurks in the shadows? Foolish. I am what remains of their forgotten past, a guardian of decay, and you... you are the trespasser. Feel the chill that crawls up your spine, because it is the first touch of the inevitable.