#cvddly

   This... wasn’t the pizzeria. It was too dark to tell exactly where Chica had managed to end up, but it definitely wasn’t her home. She wasn’t actually sure she could go into other buildings, but... well, maybe she’d been rented out or something. She’d heard talk of rent-able animatronics from the staff, so it was possible.

Making her way into the next room, she spots... something kind of yellow, facing away from her. Was that another... another Chica? Had they started making different models?

She walks up, tapping the other on the shoulder. Maybe this animatronic could tell her where she was.

“Oh, shit.”

It was all the blonde could muster as she nearly knocked down the animatronic she hadn’t realized had been behind her. She was suppose to be closing up for the night, not making a bigger mess. And she could only hope she hadn’t damaged the robotic animal in any way.

      Peace looks around curiously. There definitely is music, which means that the one called Cuddle Foxy is there, according to the others. With the sound seemingly coming from everywhere, though, she’d have little luck trying to poke around. Choosing to wait (since she wasn’t supposed to be here anyway...) rather than search, she takes in the rest of the room. 

      It’s nice -- very nice, actually, and she decides immediately that she likes it. The soft glow of the stars is quite comforting, the music light and relaxing. It’s been less than a minute and Peace already wants to take a nap (although that could just be her natural tiredness; she’s not sure what time it is anymore, just that it’s late). 

      When the music stops, the girl tilts her head curiously. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she turns, a little surprised to see that the animatron appears to be...shorter than her? Not by much, but the glowing eye lights definitely seem a smidge beneath her own eyes. 

Okay. There were a number of places she could go with this, but first of all--

          This daycare was interesting...ly pleasant. The Blackrabbit had never stepped foot into one before, and now that she was here, she was almost enamored by how gentle the environment itself was. She even lingered near a few drawings of what looked to be another Bonnie, wondering if she would’ve looked anything like them if Fritz had painted her.

           ( But then, she liked the mystique her current appearance had. )

           It didn’t take her long to float through another wall, expressionless white eyes acting as her light throughout the daycare. It was nice, perhaps even peaceful, to meander here.

She wasn’t lying about being impressed, though most of her admiration fell on the personalities and AI of the machinery. The answers she was given didn’t seem like automatic responses. Every head tilt, every blink, every glow was strikingly... human. Her interest was piqued.

Cress gave the animatronic a nervous smile (whoever said that you shouldn’t be polite to your technology?), trying to remember all of her questions.

now this song is in my head THANKS HALEY

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