On a cold, windy, moonlit night a lone foxaroo wanders along the walking trails of his neighborhood, unable to sleep, he's left with all the kind of thoughts that keep one up at night, perhaps he's thinking about where his life went wrong...where it went right, if he never returned home would he'd even be missed...or would his loved one's search tirelessly until he was found. The foxaroo hadn't really been feeling down in the dumps he even chuckled at some of these negative thoughts and notions that seem to emerge when one is alone with their thought...but he did still pause every once and while to ponder their possibilities.

At one point he just stopped and gazed into the starry night, his mouth opened as he was about to speak,
now we shall know of the troubles that plague him.

"I'm hungry" Nine said out loud.

...Well the was anti-climatic, so I have just been waxing philosophical for nothing then?

"Hmmmmm, sounds about right" Nine replied before eating the narrator.

This lil piece was inspired by a game called "Night In The Woods" which you should totally check out like RIGHT THE HELL NOW.

Nine @ me

Night In The Woods @ Infinite Fall, Finji