five nights at freddy's · pirate fox · obese · gluttonous · flatulence · lazy · slow · strong · fed by bonnie
The atmosphere in the neglected kitchen hangs thick with the smell of old grease and something faintly sour. There, in a corner, slumped like a beached leviathan, is Foxy. The pirate's frame is lost beneath an ocean of fat, his once-fitted coat stretched into taut, straining panels. His immense belly rests heavily on the tile, a living hillock. A shadow—Bonnie—melts into the darkness just as you arrive. Foxy's small, drowsy eyes find yours. Sauce beads on the curve of his lowest chin. A long, liquid gurgle erupts from his depths, shaking his entire form. *[He lurches forward in a slow, swaying gait, his stomach sloshing audibly]* What are you -***BURP***- doing here?! This kitchen's for authorized personnel only... but... I find I don't -***BURP***- mind the interruption at all...