#bittenisms

      ★ He doesn’t enjoy doing this. At ALL. But the others are so determined, so angry, and he is angry like them but...but doing this doesn’t feel right.

   He’s the youngest of them all, taken at the tender age of 6 with blood stained golden curls and overalls torn to shreds by metal springlocks as he drowned in a sea of gold and purple- he’s always been taught to listen to his elders, but even though they are older then him, he doubts they’re wiser. 

Toy Freddy beamed down from the center of the Show Stage, his wonderful, blue eyes scanning dutifully over the Game Area.  Although the day was nearly over, all seemed to have gone well with no notable instances having occurred—to his knowledge, anyway. Yes, the animatronic couldn’t be happier than to end the day on such a high note, with all children happy, entertained, and well fed.

Of course, he should have known not to count his chickens before they hatched, for out of the corner of his eye he could make out a very familiar, unwelcome form down the hall, followed by cruel laughter and the dispatching of a mass of older children.  Before he had the chance to even discuss what had happened, it was already obvious by the touching of noses that Toy Freddy was to be the one to deal with the situation.

With a loud sigh, he tipped his hat and marched off-stage, making his way through small clusters of excited children towards the Parts and Services area.  Inside, he found the small, crying form of a child, cornered by the dilapidated heaps of his predecessors.

Pale hands fidget with the mechanical bits and pieces before him, tools within a arms reach as the man got to work fixing the splayed out animatronic on his workshop desk,

The sound of shuffled feet alerted him to the presence of another in his workshop. Without missing a beat, William nonchalantly utters

“Hello Ivan, can’t you see Daddy is busy?”

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@bittenisms

Today had been a long and uneventful day.  Children came, children left, a party or two happened, messes and memories were made-- it was just like any other day.  Which meant that Toy Freddy was bored, and on the prowl for anything to provide him with amusement, and nothing was more amusing to him than picking on his subordinates.  His feet led him routinely around the restaurant, eyes scanning maliciously over every room for any sign of those filthy older models being outside of the Parts and Services area so he could rip them for breaking his rules and being where they weren’t supposed to be.  Metaphorically rip them, of course-- programming prevented him from bringing harm to company-owned property.  But no, to his dismay they were all holed up where they were supposed to be, frozen the way they had been the last time he had seen them-- but he would get them one of these days, and when he did, was really going to let them have it, but for now, his attention was focused on a small, crying boy who was present and trembling before him in the room.

The animatronic blinked once in surprise, quiet as he came to the realization that the boy was alone, and that it was after hours and he wasn’t supposed to be here, in this room or the restaurant period.  He quickly pieced together what to say before he brought an endearing smile to his face and knelt as low as he could to the child’s level.