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While it was true that Lance did not look or really seem human anymore, there was no fooling the nightmaren’s eyes. This being, no matter how strange or transformed now, possessed Ideya. Of course those poor traits seemed to be smothered and strangled and so small now but it wasn’t surprising. It was obvious that he was no longer human perhaps closer to a nightmaren now.

NiGHTS giggled at the way Lance followed them into the air, hardly shocked that he could. Instead they hovered over towards the other, but remaining a respectable distance away.

“So, even though you’re changed your heart should likely have created a Nightopia land. Would you like to see it?”

Most would avoid the depths of the Woods, knowing well that the creature that stalks the shadows would be there. A very small handful would dare make it this far, wither that be wandering on their own curiousity or some missplaced courage that they bother beliving their strong. It is why the Beast roams this section of the woods the most. Quite and out of the way from sunlight that dares try and break through the darkness. 

The rustling of the trees alert him that someone is here. Another lost animal or someone whose soul might fuel the Lantern? The thought of who might of found their way this far into the Woods moves the silhouette. Beast tilts his head towards the side, the sound of metal creaking as he moves his Lantern to have its light reach the branches. 

Evan bites his bottom lip, then turns his attention back to the plush he's got in his grasp. His brothers' words ring through his head and he's shaking a little, trying to figure out how to calm down a little more. Tomorrow is another day. Those words turned into something of a ... a mantra, or that's at least what his father called it. He'd never quite figured out what it meant. He shakes his head, then gives a light kick at the patch of grass he's found. Evan wants to do something a little worse, but the young boy isn't sure why.

"Maybe not, but my brother does it a lot," he admits. Evan turns his attention back to Fredbear, straightening the purple bowtie with a more delicate smile. "Father never catches him when he does it ..." He's trying to fight the emotion welling up in his throat, not wanting to cry in front of the other.

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Cam’s pointedly not paying the extreme height differences any mind.

Blink and you’ll miss it. That was the line for something happening too fast to register, wasn’t it?

Yeah, she had the robotic body, but dear sweet Melody could still miss things. Like how she ended up where she was now, from where she had been at her home. She’d called for her mother to follow her when she saw something out of the corner of her eye, knowing full well her mother’s interest in the weird and wild. How she didn’t like her running off for reasons exactly like this.

Yet she had anyhow, and now she was paying the price for it. The possessed android was lost, but definitely not alone. “Mom?” It was her first assumption, but after a moment to gain her bearings, it’s soon evident that she’d wrong. Chamyle’s nowhere to be found... She could feel it; a presence not unlike the vibes she got off one of her animatronic friends.

Valentine’s Day! Egg is Slow Edition! 

“Mx. Lance!” Melody had found the gifts on her stage easily and had wasted no time going to find Lance so she could thank him personally. There’s no hesitation in giving her friend a hug. The ribbons are adorned on her dress, securely attached where they couldn’t be damaged, but still look as pretty as could be. “Thank you so much for the presents! I absolutely love them! I’m gonna get something for you too when I get the chance!”

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