(Pic: Gizmo's Sentry Turrets, note these are from TF2 and I do not own these)

Foxy had woken up from the weirdest dream he had in a long time. It involved him and, a girl. A girl about 17 with crystal blue eyes, long brown hair and a beautiful face. He heard everything but not her name, it was muted almost. He knew she had a sister named maddie but that was all. He remembered seeing her in the dream in a place called the circle not far from the hospital. He had slaughtered many that night for a reason he could not remember.

He thought this dream to be of significance and scrawled it on some paper in the reception where he slept.

After he walked to a bench where she was sleeping he croaked "Jenny, I just now realized this is going to affect you, I think its time we paid a cousin of mine a visit"

A few hours later. "Um Foxy what are we doing at a scrapyard" Jenny asked. "You'll see" Foxy replied and lead her deeper into the mountains of junk and scrap metal.

As they went further they could hear a faint guitar playing fast paced western music. Jenny looked ahead and saw a slap together shack made of scrap, but what surprised her was what was sitting outside of it. It was a fox, a little shorter than foxy but a bit bulky and covered in grease marks. He wore a yellow hardhat that had a light on the front and he wore a pair of red overalls. There was a coiled yellow electric cord on one side and the other held a curious assortment of monkey wrenches. His eyes were obscured by a pair of dark construction goggles and some more grease marks. He looked up from his playing and shouted to the both of them. "Hey cousin!! Looks like you brought yourself a ladyfriend!!!" Said the fox, who's name was gizmo. He was a cousin of foxy that instead of going into dark arts and power, he spent his time learning about machinary and engineering. "Not now gizmo, the girl needs a place to stay for a while." Foxy choked out. Gizmo stopped on a chord and set the guitar beside a tire. "You didn't did you?"
"I did"
"Now c'mon foxy you know better. Them demons in ya are gonna get their dues from ya eventually"

After a while of arguing gizmo decided to let Jenny stay. Jenny looked at Gizmo's creations will curiosity. "So what do you do?" She asked. Gizmo replied "Well little lady, I'm an engineer, and that means I solve problems. Not problems like what is beauty no no no, that comes from the conundrums of the depths of yer own philosophy, naw I solve problems like, how do I keep demons in the dirt where they belong. Well my answer to that is, ya build a gun, and if that don't quite kill em, ya build a bigger gun, and if that don't quite get all them little boogers, ya build a really. Really. Really big gun." But he would receive no answer. Behind her back she had her neck slit. A forest demon had clained her soul for Astorath.