Good lord it's been a while this is gonna be super short. Sorry, I've been having writers block and I'm just making it up as I go
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Sigh

You lay your head on the table, waiting for the fast food that you shouldn't be eating, gets to you.

"I think I might need another job."

The fox's breathing gets slow and shaky. The hand he does have is gripping the table.

"Are you implying that you're leaving us?"

The change in his mood just switches from "chill" to "you cunt muffin".

Or as school kids would say "you fucking D E W L A P".

You instantly sit up, shaking your head quickly.

"No! God no! I just need some extra money!"

He sighs and puts his hand back near his lap. His "chill" mood coming back. Breathing back to normal and not..concerning.

"Good."

As you lay back down, you make a mental note.

Watch what you say.

As more thought concerning jobs circle around in your head, you take a moment to realize that this is only your summer job for now. What will you do when you eventually do need to get back to school?

Would you have to drop out? Or maybe homeschool yourself...no that's stupid. Maybe you could do that "independent studies" thing you hear about.

Whatever you decided, you'd have to tell your friends. Maybe they'd help you out..nah..that's stupid too.

Nonetheless, you sit back up, to see Foxy staring at you.

".........I don't want it."

The fox looks away, laughing a little. You smile and notice that a few girls are looking at your "animal" friend in a very..."I want to suck the soul out of him" way.

You stare at them, staring at him, while he's looking at the one messed up tile on the floor.

You shake your head and put your head back down.

Soon enough, the food comes, blah blah blah, food gets eaten.

"Foxy..I have a question."

He looks up.

"Has Goldie ever left the pizzeria before?"

The fox nods, explaining how he is always in and out. But isn't quite sure where he goes.

For an emotionally damaged mind, you'd think he'd be attached to the room he resides in. Unable to break away from the place he died.

Trapped. You'd think he'd be trapped, possibly due to the fact that he'd fear anything that came his way. That he'd fear going through the pain again.

Or maybe you shouldn't be surprised. Why would he want to stay there anyway? To relieve old memories and be able to feel the pain through looking at a floor tile?

Regardless, it makes you wonder where he does go when he's out. Is he out now? What is he doing? Perhaps you're being paranoid at the fact of him NOT being attached like everyone else.

Does that make you..a bad person? Maybe...maybe not. A part of you wants him to stay there. Wanting him to stay secluded so you had him to yourself. So he wouldn't get hurt.

The other wants him to go out and live the "life" he was given. Even if it's complete torture..you want him to live and be happy. As much as he possibly can.

Most who wish that on others, can't even do it themselves. Sometimes you just say you're fine because you don't want to worry others. Not because you don't want to get into it. You want to just let them live without them constantly wasting their time to check up on you.

You don't want others to worry about an insignificant life because all you want is for them to be happy without a care in the world.

Maybe if you just act positive and enthusiastic about things, they'll see you as this perky ball of light that they want to be around. Then you wouldn't be as lonely. But do you ever find that you feel lonely, even though you're surrounded by people who care about you?

Possibly, just possibly, if you try to spread happiness by acting happy, others will be inspired by it. Even if it isn't real, isn't just a nice feeling to act happy? To act like you have nothing to worry about?

Is that what it's like to be a child? To have the ability to be carefree? But what happens when that is taken from you and all you know is fear and deception? When you can't trust what's going on around you. When you can't break the cycle you've been tricked into for years on end.

Is that what life is? A cycle? Even then, in this particular case, how does this cycle even exist? The soul of a person trapped in a space because it just can't get over how their original cycle stopped.

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Yeah...sorry. It's been soooooo long and I deeply apologize.