@batkillermunson // cont.
the thing about it was that they all unanimously agreed that they liked the new security guard. many faces had come and gone in the span of a few months for...many reasons, most pertaining to the older models that lingered in the back rooms.
the ones that only came out at night. the ones that sobbed and screamed and made his servos twist in the strangest way. but it still stood that the entirety of the toy line felt a fondness for...his name was eddie, yes. eddie.
even the mangle, as warped as it had become in body and artificial mind, didn't seem as bothered by his presence as it would from any other employee tasked with overnight protection and observation. so when he sees him, disheveled and pale, he does the only thing he knows to do.
ask if he needs a hug. because it works with the kids.
the light roves over his shiny headpiece, blue eyes blinking once with a mechanical click. and yet, as the new security guard moves past him, his bulky body turns to follow his movements.
"you shouldn't go that way." his low, cartoonish voice rumbles from internal speakers. his jaw moves up and down, the illusion of actual speech- but these lines aren't prerecorded pleasantries for kids and parents.
"it's dangerous. the old ones don't like you."
the bear steps forward, the movement slow and heavy. metal rattles within. "don't be sad, though. they don't like anyone but the kids."
