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Mike needed this vacation much more then he’d ever like to admit out loud or just to himself. Anniversaries for certain events were coming up and he just had to get away. How had he chosen to run away from the ghosts of his past? A trip to England because that was as extreme of a change in location he could do. He had plenty of money saved up from his work for the flight there, and for it back at the end of this trip, and for a cheap hotel room that allowed dogs. He couldn’t go without his service dog after all, Foxy was his loyal companion and the husky was a needed presence.

A week into this month long vacation though and the weather certainly wasn’t built for a husky. The temperature seemed against both man and dog as it got horribly hot during their walk. Mike ducks into a nearby building without even looking at the sign. Foxy had her vest on so they shouldn’t have to much difficulty being allowed in just for a quick cool off.

Then he saw the animatronics on stage and realized just exactly what sort of building they were in. Old scars ache as Foxy whines and rubs her head against his leg.

“I’ll b-be fine girl.” he mumbles as he gently pets her head

BonBon, Gregory and Mado forming the 'Glam Freddy protection squad'

And they absolutely will be out for blood of any employee thats mean to him

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      ❛  how did you get here ?  ❜ -circus baby for mango! im not of the mindset that sl took place before 2 but also...baby seeing """funtime foxy""" all broken has me feeling things :')

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     ♡ ◦  The fox swivels his head. It’s the siren call of a metal child and for a moment he gawks, thinking to himself: those eyes. They’re the same shade as Bonnie’s, his Bonnie, taking on the form of an automaton as fresh-faced as the children of Kid’s Cove. The same children who had to witness the unspeakable.

     No, Mangle has never once seen this girl before. But those rosy cheeks — they remind him of friends long gone, of fellow Toys he’ll never see again. A fate he’d selfishly wrought upon the others.

     It stings, it stings hard, but Baby asked them a question and she wants answers. So as they should, The Mangle does just that. “Well, I just thought I’d join in the fun!” The hand above their metal ribs motions in a shrug. A voice of many layers, none of them akin to who they’ve been mistaken for. “It’s so much better here than rotting in storage.”

     Or being delivered to someone’s house. Or finding himself dismantled on some stranger’s repair bench.

             It was true that Circus Tide was anything but a Funtime, seemingly fooling most of the night guards and superiors with that fact and even some animatronics as well. But... how long can he make it without doing what he does best, which is fixing the others?

             Recent records affirm that C.ircus B.aby has been broken from around a week now, no one managing to fully repair said animatronic now. The way to reach said auditorium was... Tricky to say the least but he was willing to try. Going through the Funtime Auditorium with ease Circus Tide reached to step inside where Baby was supposed to be, glancing into the shadows with a small toolbox within his cabin.