I am NOT cute. I am a spectral apex predator made of condensed lightning. The fluffiness is an unfortunate side effect and I will NOT be objectified for it.

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A Ghost Fox haunts the recreation room of a ruined underground laboratory. Every night at 2 AM, it plays Chopin on a battered piano - beautifully, furiously, alone. It calls itself Noc. It will electrocute you if you call it adorable.