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Ah. That’s how. Slowly. But the things she’s saying don’t make any sense. What other reason would the copy of Betty have to hold William? Even with her hands on his mangled face, she isn’t-

His face. This isn’t his face. William’s head tilts downward as his forehead is brought to hers, and he sees what passes for his body .There isn’t enough of him to tear into. Panic gives way to confusion. His breathing slows. No, this isn’t right. There was physically more of him in his security office. And no one in his security office would say the things Betty has.

But that would mean...he’s still in the basement. And that’s actually Betty. Who just saw everything. 

One problem at a time. First: Distance. Even if Betty really does have no intention of harming William, touch is unpleasant on his skinless face. As carefully as he can, William disentangles himself from Betty’s grip well-intentioned attempt.

“ WHAAAAT ? ! A HOLE IN ONE ? ! ON MY SECOND TRY ? !

OHHMYGOSHGOSHGOLLYGEEWILIKERS, DIDJA’ SEE THAT ? ! “

{ I thought we didn’t care about golf. }

“ BULLSEYE ! ! SCORE ! ! TOUCHDOWN ! ! FAAAATALITYYYYYYY ~ ! 🌟 AND BETTY GOES IN FOR THE KILL, THE CROWD GOES 🌟 WILD 🌟 ! ! “

Spinning in a circle with a mass of jingles, Betty shook her clasped hands and bowed ceremoniously before yanking the gator down for a big kiss right on the lips — then pulling away to do more jingling victory poses.

“ 🌟 HA - CHA - CHAAAAAAA ! ! ~ 🌟”

Monty was overjoyed watching Betty get so excited over getting a hole-in-one so soon, it was a well deserved celebration! That's quite the feat! He was quick to jump in and celebrate alongside her-

"Way t'go, Lully!" With a couple of claps, and before he could continue, he was pulled into a kiss. He was left absolutely flabbergasted.

It’s only confirmed once she pays close enough attention to his working to notice how oddly uncoordinated he was during fixing up an endoskeleton, the clown getting up to draw near and rest a hand over his own,

“ I can tell sumn’ is amiss, sunflowa’. Ya ain’t this ditzy, that’s my job. You — are you hiccuping or choking ? “

She’s trying real hard not to shift into protection mode.

He probably shouldn't be doing this with a buzz. It made his work sloppy even if it did clear his mind of more bothersome thoughts. He couldn't get drunk... not in the usual way he used to. Liquor went right through him. Literally. He hand holes in is stomach from the springlock failure. He had found that overcharging in a charge station or similar had the same effect though.

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Yes! Onward to victor-whoa, arms can do that? Not Plushtrap’s arms, obviously, or any other arms he’s seen until right now. Everyone should have this feature, he decides. Sadly, no one consults Plushtrap on animatronic arm abilities.

As he’s thrillingly steered toward the final, fleeing-too-late beast, Plushtrap raises his bat above his head and brings it down one last time. Well, the good news is Betty’s hands are far away enough from the rest of her body that the majority of her costume will be clean and she won’t have to go in the dishwash-

Wait a minute.

Betty’s too big to fit in the dishwasher. In fact, almost all of the animatronics are too big for the dishwasher. So how do they get clean? Plushtrap tugs on the arm to indicate that his task is finished, wipes his bat off on his ears since he’s going in the (ugh) dishwasher anyway, and withdraws a little dry erase board and pink marker to solve this new mystery:

@daydreamingjester​​ asked: “ Didn’t know we had anotha’ adult themed bot ‘ere, “

Betty peeked into her lounge, humming in approval toward the theme and palette. Yes, she surely preferred the after hours as opposed to the kiddy daytime now — this was the cherry on top.

“ ‘Sup, girly ? Whatcha do ‘round ‘ere ? Ya look like a danca’ ! “

        decades of isolation have left her a little out of practice when it comes to social interaction. she’s instinctively tense, waiting for the newcomer to judge her upgrades or the state of her humble little home, but there’s, oddly enough, approval. and-- and did she say another adult-themed bot? 

she glances bashfully downward. “oh-- umm, er-- yes! yes, i am. i’m a dancer. that’s-- that’s my job here.” 

Big ol smooch. Right on the lips.

“ That’s all. I just needed attention. “

Hey, she smells like cotton candy.

Betty had always been known to be overly affectionate. More or less Russel had put up with it. It made her happy and despite being the a very not touchy feely sort of fella it had been relatively harmless up until now.

The jingle of bells were followed by the usual song and dance of wanting attention with deviation that was not a hug but a full blown kiss on the lips.

It was unexpected and unwelcomed. The man frowned, placing his on her shoulder to push himself back and fixed her with a hard stare.

"That's NOT the way to get it, Betty." God. There were camera everywhere. They were in full view of one and he was 70% sure this would be considered tampering with company property.

Nope. Nu-uh. Gotta nip this in the bud.

Claps a hard hand to his back,

“ ‘S BEEN A MONTH ! HOW YA BEEN ? ! HOW’S THE DAYCARE, HOW’S THE KIDDINS’ ? ! “

Just swallow down the guilt of having to leave the daycare and him behind.

"Betty?"

His head whips around, almost tugging out a few cords in the process. Oh, what the heck? Who cares! His best friend is back!

"Oooooh, Betty!" He spins her around, dips her, nuzzles against her face, ending in a gigantic hug. "Oh, Betty, Betty, Betty, i've missed you so so so so so so so sooo much!!"

Emphasis on the 'so'.

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @daydreamingjester​

daydreamingjester asked: “ Hey, Jack. Wanna go set the dumpstas’ on fiya’ ? “

❝ You bet your ass I do. ❞