❝ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝐖𝐈𝐍 !

Gnarpy Stimboard

Excuse me, sir! There must be someone you've confused me for If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform

There were a lot of things Cassie could never be sure about, but there were a lot of things she could be sure of. That thing in the basement had lured her down here, that much was true. Not a lot of time to assess its intent but when you have the two people you trust most, Gregory at the time and Roxy, tell you to run………you run.

The next thing that unfortunately rang true was her best friend in the whole entire world, tried to kill her. She had somehow survived it but that didn’t change the fact that it had happened. Her best friend tried to murder her and she didn’t get a chance to grieve about it after she came to in the crashed elevator because……it’s still out there. She can hear the sounds of it walking around outside her little metal cage. 

Cassie could attempt to squeeze through the gap the broken doors made, but she hasn’t partly due to fear and partly knowing she won't make it far. She’s rather sure the strange endo could stick its hand in the gap to pry the door open to get at her….but it hasn’t made it’s move either.

A   stalemate   indeed,   and   Mimi   was   none   too   fond   of   it !

There's   a   certain   dread   that   sinks   in   as   he   moves   about   --   it's   different   now.   And   it's   always   going   to   be.   Something   about   the   way   she   backed   away   from   him,   a   flicker   of   a   memory,   of   someone   before . . .   And   suddenly,   he   didn't   like   the   way   she   looked   at   him   --   so   afraid.

David.   Yes,   he   remembers   now,   he   was   for   someone,   once   upon   a   time.   A   very   long   long   once   upon   a   time   ago . . .

But   thing   are   different   now,   and   he   can't   go   back.   He   paces   outside   the   elevator,   impatient   and   uncertain.   His   gifts   thus   far   have   remained   untouched,   no   matter   how   close   he   moved   them   to   her . . .

Yet   he   refrains   from   getting   any   closer,   simply   trying   to   coax   her   out.

❝   Miss   Cassie?   . . .   M - Miss   Cassie,   I - I've   made   you   another   present,   if   you'd   like   to   see   it . . .   ❞

he's   been   pulling   from   his   piles,   the   stuffed   toys   he'd   disassembled   before   mangled   together   to   try   and   make   something   akin   to   a   Roxy   plush   . . .   If   it   was   made   by   a   toddler   anyhow.

His   remaining   arm   slinks   through   the   gap,   gently   placing   it   down   in   the   elevator before retreating just as gracefully as it had entered.   The silence momentarily ruptured as he   sits   down   in   front   of   the door, shaking the room for but a second.   Trying   to   get   her   to   talk   was   a   bit   of   a   struggle   though   he   supposes   he   understands   why.   But   it   was   nothing   personal !

He   wanted   out   as   much   as   he's   sure   she   does   now . . .

“ YOU ... ”

he HEARD that . that wasn't his ol' audio receptors playing tricks on him ! speak of the devil and he shall appear , cap'n ...

oh ? the funny fox wants to play, does he ? . . . weeeell he really ought to not, after all it's not like he can very well feed on him.

buuuuut . . . they were still in dire need of a scallywag fox, so . . . yoink !

-- MAN OVERBOARD !

> Officer Vanessa yayayay!! She's nice to me and likes me, I too can relate to the plight of being exhausted and grouchy :] friend, hurray!!

“ ballpit's c'argh'rsed ? figures . ”

❝ WHAT THE- WHO ON EARTH IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE??? AND WHY DID THEY GET A SEVEN?! ❞

❝ -- Well obviously its the REAL William Afton. I thought I -- I mean -- he probably thought he made that quite obvious by the name, don't you think? ❞

mechanisms   twist,   the   dark   gives   way   to   blistering   orange   optics   -   enough   to   burn   its   visage   into   the   retinas   of   whatever   poor   soul   had   the   misfortune   of   stumbling   upon   it.   if   only   for   a   few   moments   . . .

its   voice   is   cool,   airy,   a   mix   -   some   amalgamation   of   dozens   of   sampled   human   voice   that   seem   to   somehow   coalesce   into   something   pointedly   inhuman.

❝   𝙳𝙾   𝚂𝙾   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁   𝙸𝚂   𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃   𝙾𝙵   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻   𝙱𝙴   𝚂𝚆𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳.   ❞

˗ˏˋ✰    As the STAFF bot looms over him, the Attendant stands still with his arms crossed over one another, footpiece impatiently tapping against the ground. That is until--

    ACK ! ! !

    Metallic hands cover the spot that was just booped, the air LOLZHAX's vents crumpling inward; as if he's letting out a hoarse, offended gasp. Oh, you DASTARDLY hunk of code, how DARE you! This will not go without REVENGE.

    . . .

    Unfortunately, filing a complaint to the Main Office isn't exactly going to work with the all-powerful cosmic cyber entity. SO! Plan B, equivalent exchange;

    In retaliation, an index digit is driven di-rectly into the STAFF Bot's chest casing; it's a bit harsher than a boop, more of a-- poke!

    A few more are delivered of course, for good measure!

>    YEAH!! THAT'LL SHOW YOU._

>    Oh who am I kidding, no it won't._

    !   !   !

    ...   Did   he   just   ...   He   did!   𝐇𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐇   !   Oh   what   fun,   they're   playing   now!   Oh   this   was   so   much   better   than   pulling   the   arms   and   heads   off   of   the   plushies   alone.    (   𝘯𝘰𝘵   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘩𝘦   𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥   𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳   𝘨𝘦𝘵   𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥   𝘰𝘧   𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯   𝘪𝘯   𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨!   )

    somewhere   in   the   basement   the   creature   claps   excitedly!   Capital   idea,   to   turn   this   into   not   just   a   momentary   interaction   but   a   full   on   𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!   Of   course,   nothing   but   the   best   could   be   expected   from   his   Nemesis!

    with   newfound   excitement   the   staff   bot   rears   back   a   bit,   both   hands   poised   to   strike   like   vipers   and   . . .

˗ˏˋ✰    ❝ HEY- ❞  The compromised STAFF Bot's hands are swatted away from the Computer's screen with little slapslapslapslaps, said screen promptly blipping in an agitated >:[ on display;

    LOLHAX waggles an index finger sharply, ah ah ah.  ❝ Oh nono-no. You listen here. We're- we are NOT doing this tonight; s-so back off, would you?! ❞  his voicebank is a hushed jab as he leans in to the other, a whisper-yell to hopefully try and minimize just how silly he looks to outsiders. Almost never did LOLZHAX speak to it directly, he preferred to look away, but THIS- well, getting rather up close and personal, are we?!

> Stars, don't I deal with enough of your presence as is? Do you honestly have nothing better to do. . .?_

> Oh, I get it- you think this is FUNNY! Well then; news flash, wise guy I AM NOT LAUGHING >:[ _

    far   down   in   the   recesses   of   the   basement,   a   creature   lurks   in   the   dark,   a   𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑   by   all   acclaims,   and   its   staring   off   owlishly   into   the   dark   as   lids   click   and   blink   in   response   to   the   computer's   sonorous   war   cry.

of   course,   the   creature   doesn't   seem   to   understand   --   (   𝘯𝘰𝘳   𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦   𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩   )   for   Hax's   presently   displayed   disdain   for   him.   perhaps   because   he   doesn't   quite   get   it.   he   was   only   trying   to   get   his   attention   after   all !   the   staff   bots   hands   linger   in   front   of   it as its scolded,   almost   as   if   it   doesn't   know   where   to   place   them   --   mirroring   exactly   what   the   metal   behemoth   downstairs   is   doing.

--    𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴!   𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!   it   would   seem   that   his   words   went   in   one   metaphorical   ear   and   out   the   other.   because   after   a   bout   of   silence,   the   staff   bots   hand   slowly   rises   and   gives   the   middle   of   Hax's   screen   another   little   ----   boop!

   Obviously  the  𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱  is  an  exceedingly  complex  thing,

        But  the  𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖  represents  the  thinking,  dreaming  part of  the  𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯  and  it  is  the  𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  that  represents  those  lower,  unconscious  parts.

       The  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  is  dark,  it  is  buried.

MIMIC1 & LOLZHAX; The Spinoff Material Spouses, hacked by COYOTE & MUNNY.