When the others were awake the next morning, Foxy was the only one still sleeping. At the moment, she was quivering and whimpering, and trying to scoot away from something, digging the heels of her sneakers into the ground and pushing with her feet, making trenches. Sheriff nudged her in the back using the tire on the same side, and she jumped up into a standing position and shrieked. She looked around at the others guiltily as they began laughing and snickering, and instead looked for the way back to the road. She found the tire tracks, and froze when she counted the others. "Where's Luigi?" She asked, her panic level beginning to rise, fearing that what the tree trunk and the backs of her hands had read was true. The others looked around, and Foxy darted back into the woods, back to their campsite.

There she found Luigi, lying limply. "Oh, no. Oh, god no…" She whispered, backing up, shaking her head nonstop, not wanting to believe that this wasn't real, that the horror forewarned last night wasn't coming true right before her eyes.

He remained still a moment longer, then jumped at her, grinning. "BOO! Luigi has-a scared you, yes?"

She didn't answer for almost a full minute, her hands up over her eyes. "Luigi, don't do that! That goes for all of you! I'm not up for any scaring today, not after what happened last night." With that, she climbed onto Fillmore's roof, curled up, pulled her hood up over her eyes, and didn't move for the rest of the day. She could hear the others muttering quietly, and knew that they were talking about her, but she didn't care. She had been scared enough last night. Hell, she had been scared enough by Sheriff alone last night. She didn't need anyone else trying to scare her, otherwise someone was going to get hurt by accident. She didn't want to think about last night, but by not thinking about it, she actually thought about it more, and began to quiver with fear. "

Ya all right, Elizabeth?" Fillmore asked, looking up at her.

She refused to answer, just curled up into a tighter ball and tried not to prove that she was weak. Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and she began dozing once more. As she dozed, she began feeling things brushing against her hood and jeans, and whispers entering her ears, indiscernible mutterings that seemed scarier then the messages she had gotten last night.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, and she flailed about, managing to roll herself off his roof and into a pile of leaves at the side of the road. He watched in shock as she continued thrashing, trying to brush something off her hood and jeans, shaking her head as though trying to clear it of water.

"What's wrong, man?" He asked, and she whispered back, "There's something very, very wrong with these woods." He offered her a boost up, and asked if she'd be willing to tell him what had happened. She had hesitated, then nodded and told him what she had experienced the night before. When she had finished, he looked up at her in sympathy. "That explains why ya don't want anybody scarin' ya."

"Yeah, and I'll bet Sheriff already knows not to scare me, since I almost tried to knock him out last night."

"The way it sounded, you almost died, 'stead of knockin' him out, man." Fillmore replied, and Foxy's ears went back briefly.

"Yeah, well… He knows not to scare me, anyways."

Fillmore chuckled, and asked her how far the road went. "I think it keeps going farther into the forest. We should turn back and head back that way."

"There's kinda a problem with that plan, man. We decided on a random path, and I don't think we'll be able to figure out which way to go." He replied hesitantly, and Foxy sighed.

"Why'd we ever do that?" She replied, and he shrugged.

"Dunno, man."

Darkness had set in before the group had found their way out of the woods-and directly into the 'haunted' maze the remaining townsfolk had set up for the children. Foxy hopped down, hearing something moving towards the group. There was a bright light, and in the light was a silhouette of a human. Foxy looked down at herself, trying to determine if the silhouette was of herself. It wasn't.

As the light lingered on it though, she could see subtle things that were different. There wasn't any hair that reached longer then the human's ears, and the hair that was there stood out at all angles, but only around the ears. It was also significantly taller then Foxy, and what she saw next terrified her to her very core. In its shadowy hand was the silhouette of a long knife. "Oh, god, oh, my god…" She whispered repeatedly, trying to scramble backwards, to run. She heard a scream somewhere nearby, and it scared her so much that she let loose a scream of her own, then she ran, trying not to hyperventilate.

"Foxy, wait!"

She heard one of the others calling for her, but she didn't care. She had to get out of this pitch black maze. She came to a black plastic curtain, and dove through it, only to come upon a wall. She began panicking even more, and bolted out, turning right. She turned left, and hit another dead end. She continued panicking her way through the maze, and met up with the lights and silhouette again. She screamed bloody murder, a shrill scream that echoed through the night.

"Foxy?"

She screamed again, leaping into the air as though she had been shocked.

"It's only me, calm down!" Lightning exclaimed, driving up behind her and hugging her tightly as she began squirming and thrashing, screaming to be let go, and not be eaten. She was shaking something awful, and Lightning stopped where he was for the moment, pinning Foxy to his hood in the hopes that she would calm down. She did a few minutes later, and curled up on his hood, still shaking with fright.

Her heart was hammering in not only her pulse, but also in her ears and head as well, beginning to form a headache.

Lightning rolled forwards, moving down the passageway in the maze. She whimpered from his hood, curled up in a ball to try and protect herself from the scares. He stopped suddenly, seeing the silhouette for himself. He spotted the knife, then turned tail and fled, just barely hanging onto Foxy.

The two nearly collided face first with Sheriff, and the trio screamed, Foxy bolting up and shooting off again.

"Holy smoke!" Sheriff exclaimed, seeing just the tip of her tail for about one second as she darted around a corner.

"She's seriously freaked out, but I don't understand why." Lightning replied, and Sheriff sighed.

"She said that she saw something the others night, an' that the same warnin' she saw was scratched on her hands."

Foxy, meanwhile, was running for her life. Or so she thought. Something suddenly grabbed her by the back of the dog collar, and chuckled evilly. She screamed shrilly, bolted up, and was gone in seconds.

Guido remained parked there, a look of confusion on his face. He hadn't thought that he was that scary.

Foxy was once again running, and hit something hard. "Oh!" She exclaimed, and tried running at it again. "Oof!" She exclaimed, then decided that there was something in front of her. She began reaching out with her hands, trying to find empty space. There was something hard in front of her, and empty space off to her left, and to her right. She knew that she had just come from the right, and so she went left, running full out. She tripped over something, and went into a roll.

When she looked up, there was the silhouette of the knife-wielding human again, only that's exactly what it was, another silhouette. She screamed, and then the organ music began playing. Toccata and Fugue in D minor, the most scare-inducing organ music ever made by Bach.

She felt like she was running in the middle of black nothingness, with no way to get out. She was hyperventilating big time, trying to keep an eye on everything around her. She managed to trip again, and this time, the roll took her out to light.

"YAY!"

The shout scared her even more, and she screamed bloody murder before bolting off again.

"Foxy?" Flo asked, already snuggled against Ramone's side. She pulled out after her, calling for her quietly. "Foxy, where'd ya go, hun?" She heard whimpering coming from underneath Lizzie's porch, and lowered her hood, trying to see underneath it. "Foxy? That you?" A small scream and more whimpering let her know she had been heard, and her expression grew sad. "What's wrong, hun?"

"Nothing's wrong, F-Flo."

There was no mistaking the quivering in the voice, and Flo nodded to herself. "Come on out, Foxy. There isn't anythin' that's gonna hurt ya out here."

"What about the human with the knife?! Isn't he still out there?!"

Flo blinked in surprise, and rolled closer. "What human, Foxy? We all thought that ya were the only one."

"He's a g-g-ghost, and he left a warning in a tree that said that the woods we got lost in were his woods, and we were to leave them before morning, or-or-or every one of them would be dead! Then the lantern that lead me there blew out, and Sheriff scared the crap out of me, and so did Luigi, and-an-" She curled in on herself, shaking with fright, the tears starting to drip from her eyes.

"Come on out, hun. Everything's alright." Flo replied soothingly, but Foxy shook her head, still whimpering.

"I know that if I even try to go out there again, he'll slash me up even more!"

"Wh-Who?" Flo asked, feeling slightly angry that someone had hurt Foxy, as well as even more confused.

"It was that human. The creepy one with the knife!" Foxy exclaimed shrilly, then she held her hands out after unwrapping them from the bandages.

Flo read the inscription that had been branded on them, then pulled Foxy out, trying to calm the shaking bundle of hair, fake fur, and clothing. She held Foxy tightly against her side, and could tell that she was really, honestly frightened by everything that had happened over the past two days. "Come on, hun, let's go over to the café, and we'll wait for the boys to get enough fun outta scarin' each other." Foxy nodded without a word, and followed after Flo, her tail and ears drooping. She and Flo settled down in the middle of the café, and talked more about what Foxy had seen. "I honestly ain't seen another human, either real, or ghost, or shadow, Foxy. I can't say if any of the others have either. Maybe he's comin' after you because he knows you're a human too."

Foxy wilted slightly, the horrifically frightened look never leaving her face.

The boys finally found their way out of the maze, and headed over to Flo's. "How'd ya like our prank, Foxy?" Sheriff chuckled, seeing her sitting on the pavement and quivering.

"That was all fake? What about the light going out, the scratches in the tree, the thunderstorm, getting lost?"

"The first two were Sheriff, while the thunder was a coincidence. I got us lost on purpose." Lightning replied, looking smug.

"The silhouette, the scratches on my hands… how?"

"The silhouette Doc cut out, then we all made one, and started puttin' them everywhere. Them scratches are fake."

"They're fa-" She mumbled, and to her surprise, she was able to peel them off. "That's incredible."

"How well we scared ya?"

"No. the fact that you actually had me believing every bit of it!"

The group laughed, and Harry crept up behind Foxy. "BOO!" He exclaimed, making her scream and dart for Fillmore's dome. The others laughed, and continued scaring one another.


It's a little bit shorter then I thought it would be, but oh well. Another thing that seems to be shorter is Foxy's New Child! I was originally going to make it one of my longer novels, like IAHGITCW, but decided that with the right scenario, I can end it in an amazing way, and still keep it pretty long! Soooo... it shall be uploaded as is normal! Yay! :D