#disrxpair

Her soul aches. Something is present here, something she can’t quite place. It’s like a voice, calling. Find me. Find us. Somewhere, someone cries. Her heart hurts.

This place was long ruined, even if people still came during the daytime. Robin could smell rot and decay, mold growing behind the walls. Malignant forces formed a cloud at the top of the ceiling, a great manta ray shaped thing looming. (...and the Red Death held sway over all! Unmask! Unmask!)

She wanted to find out shy this place felt cursed. She passed by a purple, silver star dotted curtain. (Out of Order. Poor guy.)

Most children at Ziggy’s age could differentiate what was a character from what was a real existing being, however, Ziggy had never gown out of this and so to him Captain Foxy could not be any more tangible. To Ziggy he was not just an animatronic. He was real. He had been anticipating meeting the pirate all week long and now, finally, the day was here and so was Foxy!

 ❝I knew it was you!❞ The excitable blonde beams, laughter sounding from his pale, plump cheeks.

Have ye come to be me first mate fer th’ day?

❝Yeah! How did you know?! How did you know I wanted to be-I mean! Aye, aye, Captain! Uh, I mean...arr! I-I be here t’be ye first friend....eh, mate! ANDTODAYISMYBIRTHDAY!❞ Oops! That didn’t sound very pirate-like at all! Hopefully Captain Foxy could excuse his new first mate as it was his first and only day on the job. 

He covers his mouth in order to stifle the words but it was much too late as they had already left his mouth.

a summer job is a summer job. besides, she was a night cat anyways. so, working as security for Freddy FazBear’s Pizza sounded like a good job. especially when anything that really could happen, like a robbery, all she had to do was press the alarm. but she is only suppose to press it when she ABSOLUTELY cannot handle the situation herself.

       She’s not the best with this sort of thing -- never really has been, either. It’s always been about HER since day fucking one. But... not right now. It’s such an odd thing -- to actually care for the needs of someone else over her own selfish wishes. 

       It’s with genuine concern that her brow steeples over her eyes, her gaze filled to the brim with worry. As his head lays itself against her plush thigh, she wastes no time in trying to give her best take of consolation. Her hand lifts to his head and strokes lightly along the curve of his face. Her finger tips drag repeatedly back and forth with delicacy along his cheek, almost a bit shyly, to be entirely honest. 

         This sort of intimacy is a first for her. He has to know that. 

                               -- Critter better know how special he is . . . to me.

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