--Atlas was tired.

   Of course he would be, he had barely gotten enough sleep last night-- nightmares don't wait for anyone, after all ( especially not him, who felt as though the world could be on his shoulders ), his hands raise to rub at his eyes tiredly-- there was clear fatigue in his body language, but it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone, especially not his parents ( they worried enough as-is, he didn't wish more pressure on them ), and the pizzeria was loud, children were screaming, crying and playing-- and it was overwhelming, overloading and frying his brain ( overheating, a sensory overload ), he needed to get away, he had to, especially since any more of this would make him start crying-- and Atlas rarely ever cried.

   Little feet push themselves as hands press against a nearby door ( "Something Only", he was five, he didn't understand such big words ), there was an immediate notice of the difference in the air-- even if he was tired, it didn't stop him from being aware, if anything-- lack of proper sleep and anxiety is what's forcing him to stay awake, he notices it's quieter, much less crowded ( though the area was probably smaller ), good. He rubbed his eyes harshly, not making much a sound ( a habit, truly ) as he looked around, blue eyes spot a table, and he moved, dropping to his knees ( a bit of an uncomfortable landing; Atlas has had worse ) and sliding under-- he could just faintly hear the children from outside, and that honestly felt much better on his ears than being out there, surrounded by the lot of them.

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[ soft sentence starters. | accepting! ]

  Brown eyes blink curiously at the object in her arms, she had flipped it around, intrigued as she looked it over– she was smiling already, head tilting to the side slightly as she thought to herself-- she remained quiet, holding the object tightly in her hands as she did, she looked... pretty pleased outwardly, content and happy with what was given-- though Charlie was content in general, able to maintain a cheerful personality as she was made to do-- not like she knew, anyways... even so, her reactions were wholly genuine, at least-- she believes they are, she keeps her smile as she held the object close, chuckling slightly.

☠ — William had been crawling around the vents for HOURS, hunting fervently for the man who’d trapped him in this labyrinth. His intent was clear: ‘reunite’ Henry with his children and escape this maze, and NO ONE was going to get in his way. 

“ Heeenryyyy ... “ he called out, rough voice reverberating angrily through the vents. Sharp fingers dig into the surrounding metal, the screeching of it tearing apart only adding to his hateful tone, 

It had been a while since he’d seen his father’s business partner. Occasionally the man popped into Freddy Fazbear’s, but never right as Colton’s shift was about to start; he hadn’t seen Henry since he was a child, the now seventeen-year-old Colton only faintly remembering the man. He did, however, remember CHARLIE--

“H-- Henry, r-right? Y-You, uh... M-My dad talks a-about you... a-all the time.” He paused, tugging his security guard cap off to run a hand through messy brown locks, the scar from his ACCIDENT peeking through.