Why did I take this job?

Katie winced and covered her ears as Foxy screeched. “Ow owowowow,” she muttered under her breath. She uncovered her ears and looked at Foxy and shrugged. “I don’t know. Who was after you, Foxy? Was it Freddy?” she asked, turning the light on and checking. “No one out there.”

The animatronic shook his head at the question, turning his attention to the now lighted aread. No one was there. ” - Not Freddy, not Freddy!" He stepped away till he stood in the middle of the room. "Golden Freddy,” answered the fox in a low tone.

Katie blinked and tilted her head. "Golden....Freddy. Okay that just sounds even worse than regular Freddy," she replied, shivering a bit. "I don't even wanna know anything about him. But I'll do the best I can at protecting you. I normally wouldn't, but you just seem so genuinely scared and frightened. I can't just let you stay out there."

Katie stared at the closed door then back at her tablet to see how much power was left. She sighed and opened the door, scooching her chair closer to the desk and looking at the fox. “There I let ya in. If I die it’s all on me, but you sounded so scared and just….yeah…” she muttered.

Katie winced and covered her ears as Foxy screeched. "Ow owowowow," she muttered under her breath. She uncovered her ears and looked at Foxy and shrugged. "I don't know. Who was after you, Foxy? Was it Freddy?" she asked, turning the light on and checking. "No one out there."

“He’s gonna get me,” repeated the animatronic, his bangings slowing down until they were mere taps. “Let me in, please..” He was merely reliving the night he died. There was a chance he wouldn’t harm her.

Katie stared at the closed door then back at her tablet to see how much power was left. She sighed and opened the door, scooching her chair closer to the desk and looking at the fox. "There I let ya in. If I die it's all on me, but you sounded so scared and just....yeah..." she muttered.

↖The owner of this blog is too emotionally attached to fictional characters.