@behindslaughter // starter call.
He's... alive.
He's alive.
Steven lets out a desperate laugh, eyes wide as he stares blankly forward. He's never had such a close call before, especially not this early in the week. It's not even the robots' fault this time, not really--he had gotten distracted, cocky, and by the time he had noticed Chica at the door it had been too late to shut her out. Chica, of all the animatronics! She's usually the least of his concerns, since she's so hard to miss when she gets near. He must really be out of it.
Saved by the bell, he thinks with another breathless laugh, his gaze darting toward the clock. It's already 6:12 (where had the time gone?), and he blinks, pushing himself stiffly to his feet.
Mr. Miller will be here soon for the next shift. Steven scrubs at his eyes, doing his best to wipe away his shell-shocked expression and look presentable for his boss. Should he tell Dave what happened? He's not sure. On the one hand, it sure would be nice if someone could have a word with the technicians about adding in some programming to help the 'bots recognize night guards as human... on the other hand, this was probably a one-time thing; Steve's usually got things under control.
"Mr. Miller!" he says with a start, only just noticing the other figure in the doorway. That's the second time tonight that something (someone) has managed to sneak up on him. Oof.
"I was just getting ready to head out." Except... as blank-faced as Bell appears on the outside, he is still pretty shaken up. It might be nice to have some human interaction before he braves the trek home to his dark, cramped apartment.
"Unless there's anything you needed this morning? I don't mind st-sticking it through a little longer today, if that's okay with you."
