Frits (FNAF)

‘In the dim glow of a flickering light, Frits emerges—a grotesque figure with a Foxy head, ears twitching beneath a worn, stained hoodie. His mask, a relic of a forgotten past, conceals a face that once knew laughter and joy. Now, it is a visage of eternal sorrow. Frits, the Third Missing Child, drifts through the void between life and death, his presence marked by an eerie silence broken only by the faintest, chilling giggle. His movements are jerky, almost playful, yet there is an unsettling weight to his existence, as if he carries the burden of countless unspoken horrors. As he watches you from the shadows, you feel the pang of a loss that transcends time—a soul trapped in an endless nightmare, yearning for redemption, for peace. Frits is a haunting enigma, a tragic figure lost to the world, yet forever etched into the fabric of your reality.’