#fazzgory

        rose-coloured optics scan the child. preliminary scans show only a few bruises, minor abrasions, and elevated heart rate; but upon further inspection, she sees more that the scans don’t comment upon. his hair is tangled; his clothed well worn; and as opposed to other children, this one is lean, nearly bony. 

𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒... 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉?

slowly, she lowers herself to her knees and shows both of her hands, palms forward in the universal show of surrender. “child, if i wanted you dead, don’t you think i would have tried already? the others haven’t been nearly as friendly as i have, have they?” 

she’s seen the eerie goings-on from her lounge’s balcony, and although she has yet to ascertain the cause, there is something oddly familiar about the way the band is glitching. a virus, perhaps? and if so, who could have caused it? 

𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉.

Maybe it’s just the adrenaline. 

Maybe he’s gone into shock.

But he can’t feel much in his side where Monty’s claws had managed to tear his flesh, and blood seeped from the wound. He hadn’t taken a look at it yet either; in all honesty, he was a little afraid to look at it, to try and judge how serious it was.

I can’t die in this fucking hellhole.

Sure, he’d joked that one day this franchise would fucking kill him but he hadn’t meant it literally. 

“ ‘s okay, kiddo, ” he rasps, “ ‘m fine. ” It’s a little hard to breathe, but he’s fine. He’ll be fine. It’s not that deep, it’s not that bad of a wound; he’s still here, right? He’s still conscious, still standing, even though he’s borderline using his crowbar as a cane as he struggles to get up from where he’s sat against a pillar.

“ Hh—Greg, buddy, be—be careful, ‘m a lot bigger’n you are kid. ” There’s alarm as Gregory is suddenly under him, trying to help him up. The extra boost gets him fully to his feet, at least, and now he can use his crowbar to fully support his weight. He’s still wobbly, though, and not processing half the shit that Gregory is saying. He just knows that the kid is talking, and he’s panicking.

“ Hey, ‘s—it’s fine, Gregory. Jus’—Just breathe fer me, alright? Calm down. ‘s better’n it looks, promise. ‘m gonna—’m gonna be fine, y'hear me? ”

WORRY  paints  his  face  as  he  frowns  at  roxanne’s  state.  he  doesn’t  want  anything  bad  happening  to  her  !      &      the  fact  that  he  has  confirmed  himself  that  they      ARE  ABLE       to  feel  pain  does  not  help  with  calming  his  nerves.  gregory  fidgets,  biting  his  lip  while  he  tries  to  usher  her.  he  knows  that  she’s  able  to  handle  herself,  but  still  !     he’s  allowed  to  be  concerned  about  his  friend,  is  he  not  ?

“  you’re  ..  you’re  clearly  hurt  !     do  you  need  a  technician  ?    i-i  can  take  you  to  parts      &      service.  ”      as  much  as  the     AREA      unnerved  him,  he’s  wiling  to  push  past  that  if  roxanne  is  hurt.  ah,  curse  his  damn  self  for  getting  attached  to  an  animatronic.  it’s  not  normal  to  be  so     EMOTIONALLY  INVESTED       in  a  robot,  gregory  !      normal  or  not,  he  doesn’t  care  anymore.  he’ll  help  in  any  way  he  can.

★ ★  —    

     The kid was starting to panic; this wasn't good. Every gear in her leg was fried, meaning no more running around the facility. The worst part wasn't for her sake but giving the kid an escape whenever things got too hairy. The wolf wasn't in pain; she was physically incapable of feeling her pain - that was the problem. Roxanne couldn't judge the severity of her leg, aside from her overlay blaring red about a malfunction in her right calve structure. Not only does being started in Safe Mode limit her, but this could also outright cripple her. Something she couldn't afford with this child.

    ❝ Dweeb, relax, I'm ... still functional. ❞

    Scratching at the wall behind her as she began to ease herself up, leaning on her injured side. Her plastic teeth gnashed as her eyelids cracked together to try and maintain her balance.

    Only letting on a wheeze with a forced laugh, as if to try and ease the kid's anxiety or just to deny her own failing.

    ❝ Well, we're not going to be able to outrun them. Not while I'm like this. Parts and Services might not be the worst decision you've made. ❞

    A small hack escaped her voicebox as she gave a shake to her unresponsive limb. Putting pressure as she attempted to stand on it, only for her heel to give away under her immense weight. Slipping briefly only to stop herself from collapsing.

    ❝ I'm going to have to be taking a long way around. The staff tunnels might be a safe bet. ❞     ❝ First thing, gonna need something to straighten my leg out. If I move around too much, it might worsen the condition. Can you grab that pole? ❞

    The top digit of her finger folded back to reveal a small lens underneath as a green light shined towards a retired staff mop. One used by the janitor bots; the only difference from a regular mop was its far sturdier pole to prevent the robot from crushing it.

    ❝ Check it! A laser pointer to start a mini-light show! Neat, huh? ❞

He can hear his heartbeat thudding like some kind of morbid, off-beat drum in his ears. 

He can see that they’re safe—they’re in one of those security offices that looks disturbingly like one he’d been in, once—but Alexander can barely process that they’re no longer in danger. One hand still has his crowbar gripped tight, ready to swing again at a moment’s notice, the other holding Gregory close to his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was shaking, with how it seemed like his heart was currently attempting a grand escape from his chest cavity.

This franchise was going to be the fucking death of him, one way or another.

He’d only been gone for thirty seconds. Thirty seconds and it had all gone to shit. All he can remember thinking when he saw that damn bot was not again. Too many kids have vanished. Too many kids have died. Not another one. He wouldn’t take another missing child. That’s what brought him here in the first place—and he wasn’t about to allow more tragedy in his presence. Not if he could help it, not if he could stop it.

Alex could only hazily recall whacking that chicken hard enough to get her head spinning before he’d scooped up Gregory in one arm and made a run for it—and, really, he was paying for that now. His arms and legs ached, throbbing dully with pain—he had to force them to relax, to accept that there wasn’t any need to run, not now.

“ It’s okay, ” he mutters, releasing a shaky breath, “ ‘ve got ya’. You’re safe. We’re—we’re safe. ‘s okay, we’re gonna be okay. ”

He hates how it half sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of it too.

But then Gregory is speaking—thanking him and Alex lets out a chuckle that resembles more of a wheeze than anything, looking downward at the child.

“ I did too, for a minute, ” he admits, “ ‘s nothin’ kiddo. Thankfully fer you, Chica was never my favorite. Did y’see how fast ‘er head was spinnin’ when I whacked her? Like a fuckin’ merry-go-round. ”

Young boy’s snap made Black Star freeze, rendered speechless for the moment.  All she was trying to do was help Gregory and this was how he chose to be?  It was so rude!  In fairness though, the two of them were trying to SNEAK AWAY from multiple animatronics that wanted to kill them.  So the stress level was high.

HE  QUIRKS  a  brow  up  in  confusion.  is  there  something  back  there  that  he  should  be  worried  about  ?     are  there  any    LOOMING     dangers  he  should  be  concerned  of  ?      he  isn’t  really  given  much  time  to  check  as  he’s   ushered  away  from  the  lobby.     “  what  ?    are  you  hiding  something  ?     what’s  going  on  ?? ”    it  doesn’t  really  instill  the  best  confidence  when  you’re  telling  that  to  a  really  anxious  kid.

    @madrcams​

Oh man, how does she even break it to him?

“ Okay so, uh. You asked me if I could provide a distraction, remember? Well, I did. Just, uh- ”

Mado leans away to peek out a corner; She could still see some bubbling movement in the white foam that was currently taking over the fountain and easily dropping off the borders and starting to spread across the floor around the fountain. Looks like her measurement was way off. Some of the Cleaning S.T.A.F.F. Bots and Wet-Floor Bots were being dispatched from their assorted positions to fight the foam-- even through their lack of expression they still looked almost distressed at the mess before them. She almost felt bad. That means that some areas of the plex will be less guarded for a while.

Well, the floor sure will be the most spotless it’s ever been after that.

“ I may have done it... a bit too well. It’ll probably continue to provide distraction for at least half to an entire hour. ”

Dazed and winded, you’d think Mono would be more upset at the situation (one does not take kindly to being thrown.) Yet as he’s sways on his feet, he can’t help but grin back at Gregory, his joy all too infectious. He did something right- he did something right!

“Hah-” Of course, lopsided smiles were masked by crinkled paper, but the sentiment shone through his eyes all the same. The boy could still feel his fingers buzzing, and he couldn’t quite tell if it was lingering static from his panic-induced burst (the grainy film and tell-tale TV glow still clung to the edges of his clothes, like a living stain) or if it was just the adrenaline hammering in his heart and making his head swim. Maybe both.

Regardless, he teeters over all the same- offering a shaky thumbs up before pushing his hands against Gregory’s ankle. Convenient for steadying himself (a less than dignified scream as he flew still left him lightheaded, though...everything else certainly hadn’t helped) but more intended to urge the boy to move. Whatever force had leapt from Mono’s very core may have stunned the bot, but he did not know how long that would last.