there's no escape

        M O R E  of these…things. And this          one (albeit harmless looking  from         rosy cheeks and everpresent grin)         seemed far more eerie. Be it the         upkeep, or the dead-eyed stare.   

                                  “…I… see. I will be quick.”  

      Truth be told many adults simply acknowledged his words with small nods or ignored him altogether (which might actually be preferred given the situation). He’s programmed to have an everlasting smile though, so of course he doesn’t look unwelcoming.

[✘] —

        He looked at his newer version 

        and blinked a few times. So he

        mustn’t have known about the 

        horrible and shady past of this

        company after all.

                                                          "B̰e̥͡c͓͙̲̲̩̯̺a̙u̺͇s͢e̹̥͎̘̪ ̙͍̜̭̼́ẃ̙e̸̝ ͇̞͘w̻͙a̸̘̻̯n̙̤ţ̲̰͈̻̫̱ revenge, 

                                                           so we haunt the anamatronic’s

                                                           that we were stuffed into.”

        About half-way through the

        sentence, his voice changed 

      The animatronic seems to display something known as surprise -- perhaps even shock. He knew some of the older animatronics tended to act on their own just as he, though without the software he had and such. But to have direct confirmation that they were children killed in cold blood out for revenge...

                                      Terrible. 

      ‘ ... y-you’re a child. ‘

      His voice seems to fluctuate, artificial eyes staring intently at the older counterpart.

      ‘ i’m sorry--...

       it’s not been long since freddy had recently acquired        his new home; one could never expect the forgotten        child to adapt to his new name so quickly. 

                         ❛bo͉̜̬̦͈ͅ— o— Nn͍i͕̙̼̠̥͉ͅe͍̜͕  ❜

       the bunny familiar in the lingering spirits mind. a        remant of his past. hunched over, the weight too        much for a small soul, the bear does what it can to        reach out; arm shaking, twitching with each second.

      There’s something wrong, he knows. The voice that reaches his ears isn’t clear, isn’t happy -- the appearance of an animatronic, though the soul of a child. These are the times he knows the very definition of his creation, facial recognition enabling him to better be a p r o t e c t o r.

      His own hand seems to ever so gently wrap around the bear’s own as if offering what he could to the fallen.

      Of course Bonnie had already begun his own bout of activity, with small clicks and clanks sounding from his metallic feet each and every time he moved. He’d already tried getting the guard once though to no avail; causing him to begin his route all over again, thus coming ever closer to the show stage. And yet... there was a distinct tapping noise that in no way came from him -- a curious turn from the animatronic allowing him to see the source.

      ‘ h-hey there, chica !

      ‘ f-faith in an adult ?? why would i have faith in you?

           It felt so strange—— The porcelain breaking contact to the messy tresses of blood-hued hair. The Jinchuuriki’s breath seems to lurch— Instinctively reaching up to place a hand between the Animatronic’s and his own skull. Before it lands proper contact to his head, it seems, Gaara was desperate to create space between those fingers and delicate bone and skin.

         “…”

                  It was heavy. Almost as heavy as his gourd.

         And with sweat dribbling under his brow (trying so harshly not to break that dainty-little “skin” covering the circuits within the robot)— He pushes the hand roughly away.

  “—Don’t touch me,”

           Would the threat even stand when he was essentially clueless———?

      His irises seemed to shrink in size as if to express just how surprising it was to him-- to have his hand forcefully rejected and the opposite of a kind reply. If anything it triggered more of the animatronic’s programmed fits of nervousness, simply standing in silence for a moment with his arms back down to his sides.

      ‘ i-i-i-i’m sorry, gaara !!

            i should’ve-- asked first.. ‘

      Truth be told he wasn’t overly fond of what sounded like a threat -- definitely words a child should never say, but then again he himself was in the wrong this time. And no one else seemed to notice, so... what harm could it do to be lenient?

      ‘ i d-d-didn’t mean to make you angry!