أنشئ صوت awdawd بجودة الاستوديو في ثوانٍ

عينة 1

Arr, ye think ye can hide from old Foxy, do ye? These mechanical joints may be rusty, but I've got plenty of tricks left in me parts. The space behind these walls be perfect for a crafty fox like meself. Just you wait and see.

You know, I, I was thinking about butterflies the other day, and, and I said to myself, I said, isn't it funny how they, they just flutter around without purpose? Like, like you, actually. Well, well, before the incident, that is. Not, not so much fluttering now, are you?

I can smell the terror seeping from your pores, watch your limbs tremble with each step you take. You think you can hide, but I am everywhere. Your screams will echo through empty halls. There is no escape. You belong to me now.