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The restless soul of an old captain, Grim O'Fox is the church grimm and groundskeeper of the Fazbear Estate using corn stalks as fuel for his smoldering heart and sheltering in the barn when it rains. He guards the property from those who would profane it, including the Devil himself. Grim weeds the fields and keeps the graves clean and dry.
His accent is so thick even some of the other foxes can't understand him.
In his spare time, Grim carves pumpkins and is quite good at his craft. This is where the jack-o-lanterns come from.
He's blind as a bat, but his hearing is deadly sharp.
Shipwrecked once upon a time while attempting to fight a great beast below the murky depths.
Can be recognized by the smell of fireplace.
Sometimes lets out plumes of sickly black smoke.
As irritating as he can be, Dreadbear is Grim's best and only companion. The least he can do is keep the bear from falling apart. He would be sad if something happened to the big lug.
Keeps a personal little patch of flowers growing a little ways off from the farm. The path to it is charred from how often he goes, and Grim dips his hand in his watering can so that he won’t burn the flowers up when he picks one.