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William's smile widens, laughing softly as he continues looking her over. hands raise and slide lightly over her arms and shoulders, making sure the metal and plastic sat flush against her frame. he always treated her like this, respectful and gentle. she was a trophy to his own genius, after all. hands continued to shift from place to place, not at all scared for his fingers; his hands had plenty of scars already from his work, one more wouldn't bother him.

his laughter returns at the joke, good natured, " We'll see. " he jests back, though he did have some blueprints lying around that could work. he'll fix whatever issues she had and then think about that at a later date.

" The show was flawless, like always. " he assures her, a hand going to rest on her shoulder, like he was truly talking to a world class ballerina, " You did amazing, I hear all the kids loved your performance. " he continues, pride thick in his tone.

" Once I have the funds, I'll try to reopen the restaurant. Then you can dance for as long as you wish. But for now, parties and small get togethers is all we can afford. " he explains, though in reality he had no real intention of reopen Circus Baby's Pizza World. his daughter had gotten caught the last time, and he couldn't risk anyone finding out what he was truly doing with the animatronics he'd built here.

at the mention of her arm, he's quickly taking it gingerly in his hands, looking over the appendage. he could see some wear and tear near the joints… no, that wouldn't do.

" I shouldn't ask for more, it would be selfish of me You give us as much as you can. An audience, even a small one, is still an audience. "

Perhaps, Ballora is assuring herself these circumstances are better than nothing - she is thankful, as well. The few shows, she always awaited. Yet, after each show they waited.

It's already painful to think the chat might not last much longer than necessary. After she is fixed... He might soon return to his duties and it might take another while to see a soul, any soul, again.

" Of course." Her head turns just slightly, slow and controlled movements all the way from her fingers to rotation of arm. Lots of small gaps inexperienced engineer might have their fingers stuck. She doubts he would be so careless, but she ensures that. For mister Afton, their creator, she has no reason to resist. She knows the protocol, preparing herself to move to the Parts and Services.

She is silent for a moment, thinking, before speaking. Words she isn't sure if she actually understands.

"O- OH UM... DID I COME AT A UNFORTUNATE TIME? I'M SORRY I JUST CAME TO SAY GOOD LUCK OUT THERE BEFORE THE SHOW — I DIDN'T MEAN TO..." He fell silent for a moment as his face-plates rippled softly while golden orbs drift aside from the discomfiture.

With little guilt in her tone she turns towards Funtime Foxy. Fingers entwine together close to her chest - as if the machine felt something clutching within the metal plates and wires. Show was all she had and now, she couldn't get herself to move. A fault to the code? Or was she... questioning something she shouldn't?

" I thought one of those... newcomers came searching for me. I was supposed to be there."

her legs were still cramping from crawling through the vents. she didn't know how dad william managed to do it - he was long separated from his days as children's performer. intense stretching was not required for a career counselor position. but he'd somehow managed to create this - some labyrinth of tunnels, some wide maze fill to bursting with robots.

(animatronics didn't look like the funtimes. animatronics were freddy and chica and bonnie and foxy - warm, furry, with their arms wide open. the funtimes couldn't hug you if you asked. they were performers, porcelain dolls - nothing more.)

vanessa doesn't know what to say to ballora. she doesn't know whether to get closer or back away, whether to address the laughing or ignore it altogether. to confront - why are you down here? - or to apologize.

she begins, then, with a statement of fact.

"i know you're alive."

Eerily, the lower half remained still, her balance perfect. Even when she curtseys before Vanessa, as if she was preparing to perform. Such a contrast to many animatronics which movements were stiff and slow. The Funtime Animatronic was piece of art of its own despite its worn state. Shiny and cold like porcelain, wire like metal parts peeking beneath the polished plates.

Somewhere within the storage, the five optics followed carefully.

" Alive..." Voice echoes from somewhere within her. Without visible voice box, nor movement of the frozen smile decorating the ballerinas face. The voice was no way robotic, it was calm and deep with a hint of emotion. As if she was questioning the word itself: alive. Her hands broke the careful position, fingers stretched and curled. She wasn't sure if she knew what being alive was. The fact she was once more herself, without echo of the others.

" I am a dancer. Yet, it has been ages since I have been on a stage. It must have been a mistake since I... " A pause. In her mind, the creator would have never forgotten her, could one ever abandon their creations? She had been demolished once by their own choice to escape. Yet someone found her, put her back together, put her here... But it had been so long, so so long since someone came to visit her. Since she had felt the warmth of the stage lights. This visitor, could be her way out. And perhaps... this was her ticket out.