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THE FOX IN THE HENHOUSE!

FOXFACE, aka Daniel "Danny" Olsen, alias Joseph Reynard, is an American serial killer in his mid twenties who took on various different identities while carving a path of blood and violence across the United States. His first recorded kill was in Oleanna, Louisiana, and following that he had a string of killings spanning from coast to coast, his last recorded kill in Roseville, Florida, close to where it all began, before "Foxface" seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. Whether he met his own untimely end, or simply went into hiding is unknown.

The name "Foxface" originated from a string of serial stalkings rooted in a suburb in Oleanna, Louisiana, where multiple victims reported sightings of a humanoid figure with the head of a fox. While initially spotted from a distance outside the home, these sightings increased in proximity and frequency (even starting to appear inside the home) as time went on, with items from the home going missing, sometimes being returned and sometimes not, strange smells inside the home like that of chemicals or cheap cologne, the victim being harassed by strange phonecalls and experiencing various electrical phenomena (phone disconnection, tv static, flickering lights), until an abrupt, untimely and often gruesome death.

Theories sprung up like wellsprings from every corner, ranging from a new and violent cryptid of some kind, or the possible influence of a "haint" and sensationalist discussions about the creature possibly being "a product of voodoo". The reality, known to those who had access to the material evidence, was that the newly built suburbs that had been meant to bring an influx of new residents to the town, had become the hunting grounds of a homegrown serial killer.

Around this time, a man named Joseph Reynard, a wildlife photographer and journalist working for the Oleanna Observer newspaper, started working with local law enforcement after capturing several sightings of Foxface with trail cameras he used to monitor the migration patterns of local fauna. He assisted detectives with the investigation while keeping the public informed through his articles published in the Oleanna Observer.

At first glance, Joseph was seen as a talented, kind-hearted young man, a dedicated pillar of the community who frequently made charitable donations, auctioning off his high-quality wildlife photography to support local causes such as rebuilding efforts after several natural disasters. He single-handedly funded the construction of a community building with attached darkroom for a photography club he founded while in college, at the time working double-shifts at the Moonstone, a local coffee shop, and many people in the community admired him for his quiet but persevering nature, especially after the untimely death of his father halfway through his first semester.

The only bad thing anyone ever had to say about Joseph Reynard, was that he was a neat freak and overt germaphobe, who would avoid you like the plague if you so much as sneezed into your elbow, someone who would go pale at the sight of blood.

The entire staff of the Oleanna Observer worked overtime to publish articles on the case, but as Reynard's involvement with the case increased, the number of Foxface victims surged, ranging from young to old, stabbed to death in their homes, the entire town stewing in a constant state of terror at the thought of something otherwordly stalking them under cover of night.

To bring the swelling panic to new heights, Joseph released footage of the masked figure creeping into a house at night, Joseph's identity shrouded by the face of a fox with bottomless black eyes, his gaze meeting the security camera's blinking red light, only for a moment, before he slid open an unlatched window from the outside, vanishing into the house.

"Fox in the Henhouse!" was the title Reynard gave the article. He was proud of his work, enjoying how the whole town now counted their lucky stars for every minute they got, grateful, grateful to him and his mercy, to wake every morning in their beds rather than six feet under. Reynard was in a state of bliss over how the whole town now lived in fear of a ghost story, of his own design, constantly carrying incriminating evidence on his person for the pure thrill of being caught.

When the investigation started to point in his direction, a new detective on the scene becoming suspicious of the depth of Reynard's involvement in the case as a civilian, he faked his death, the face of his victim, a man similar to build and appearance as him, left utterly unrecognizable, found floating in his backyard pool after the bloated corpse had started to reek in the summer sun. The town was utterly heartbroken, and never the wiser. He had written and collected a dozen of articles, all of which fed his legend, his immortality. Finding the next satisfying quarry would be difficult in the face of his latest slaughter, yet, opportunity found him.

#lore dribble inspired from the ghostface loredump in his dbd bio #subject to revision but!!! here it is for now for reference

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