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He had been so close. He had almost gotten out.

...he should have known that Fazbear's would suck him right back in again.

The building looks the same as ever when he steps through the doors, his shoes scraping over the dirty linoleum. It's only been a week or so, but for some reason the fact that things are so unchanged disorients him. It's just another night, another shift--it's as though he hadn't been inches from death the last time he was here.

Steven sighs, forcing himself towards the office.

There's a noise from up ahead and he freezes, his heartrate skyrocketing. No no no, it's too early. They can't be out already, surely? What, have they all been waiting for his return, counting the seconds before they can finish the job?

"...hello?" he calls, stupidly, peeking around one darkened doorway into the security office. There aren't any animatronics here, just--

Another security guard?

"Uh." Steven blinks, scratching at his head. He had been told about double shifts, but he had assumed that meant he'd be pulling doubles, not that the company had finally, finally recognized that this isn't a one-person job.

Thank god.

"Looks like it's you and me tonight, huh?" He sounds exhausted and utterly devoid of emotion, but he still manages a smile as he extends his hand. It's bandaged and shaking, and he wonders whether it would have been more polite to have forgone a handshake altogether, all things considered.

Gregory had made a lot of stupid choices since waking up in the Pizzaplex, but this had to take the cake for dumb ideas. He knew he needed new clothes but their was no time during his nightly fights for survival to go clothes shopping. So the day it had to be for this adventure....and he hated every moment of it as eyes would find him despite his best efforts to hide in crowds.

Ducking into the nearest clothing shop it wouldn’t take him too long to find his prize for the day. A black shirt with Freddy on it, the bear made in yellow and purple neon, and he doesn't care that it looks like it would be big on him. In fact he might be able to two bird one stone this and not have to replace his shorts, like his shirt they had holes, if the shirt really did go to his knees. In his excitement he forgot all about the security tag though, and once he steps out the door the alarms go off. The sound is much to loud for his liking , but somehow he manages to get out with a sprint despite the worker now trying to grab him.

   ❝ Uncle, ❞ a cheeky grin breaks unto her face; something fun, clearly in jest for what she had in mind, in her hands was a plastic part of something bigger-- a head that was coloured blue and white with accents of purple ( something from the old days, where innocence actually lasted until tainted by blood ), fingernails lightly dig into the old plastic, and dark blue eyes focus on the other, ❝ can I pick your brain a little? ❞

   It wouldn’t hurt to ask about how things were in the 80s before the murders, right? After all, it was something she wondered about constantly-- all those dreams and memories that were given only showed the sadder parts ( life vanishing and transferring to manmade machines ), and thus, Nova wanted to know if there were silver linings in those times.

   ❝ ...Ah, um. ❞ She didn’t really intend to get stuck in the situation she was in at the moment; stood in a mess of cans and candy strewn across the floor of the pizzeria, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar-- except the teenager wasn’t really at fault, sometimes the vending machines bug out; thus putting Charlie in such a situation. It only got a bit more embarrassing when Mike walked in.