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This flashback had not been kind. Of course, they never were, but this one in particular had left the tiny ghost girl shaking and shivering, hyperventilating and struggling to stop panicking as she remained huddled up in the corner.

"Why did you come here? How did you find me?" It wasn't a malicious question, really; it was one of curiosity. Angie had thought that she was the only one that knew about the super secret little room under the pizzeria. She'd never seen anyone else come or go, and she often hid here when Mike didn't need her immediate assistance. The little ghost didn't know how to feel about so many visitors.

theresasnxkeinmyboot Something Angie liked to do often was glance around the Lost and Found for things she could nab and add to her ever-growing collection near her ashes in the back room. Hugging her teddy bear to her chest, the ghost rifled through the beaten up cardboard box, eventually coming across Woody. She put the bear down and gently lifted the toy in both hands, her head tilted. "Who would lose such a cool doll...?"

fazbears-security-guard She trailed behind Mike silently, watching him closely. Maybe today he'd see her? She was getting a little tired of being invisible.

Well, that was a face Angie hadn't been expecting to see today, even after all the purple menaces that had come across her path. Violet eyes widened, and if it was possible she'd have gone pale. He had shoved her brother into a suit, and that was worse than what had happened to her. Much, much worse. "Y̬̳̠͉̲̥ͦ͌͑̾ͯo̶̵͖̯͈̣̻̠̙͓͉ͬ͢u̖̖̒͐̄ͣ̑͂͐̓̀.̖̥̓̅̽ͩ̊ͪ́ͅ"

kiingisms // dontlockusaway // prizeb0x // askanniebexter -[❣]"Can I help you?" The small ghost asked in a frustrated tone, not looking up at the visitor as she tried to sew her teddy's dismembered arm back on to no avail. Cursed tiny fingers.