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“ I-it is DEAD qui-i-iet around-d the-e-ese walls a-at night! ”

At least half of Molten Freddy’s shapeless body hangs out of a ceiling, and tonight it appears that he wasn’t fooling around.

The perpetually grinning amalgamation of a bear’s wires and loose robot parts wrap and grip around the co-manager, pulling them towards himself.

    ❝      ♫   a  ─  a  ─  a  hundred  y ─ e ─ e ─ ellow  ribbons  ‘round  the  ole  oak  tree  ,  i ─ i’m  comin’  ho ─ o ─ ome  ,  tie  a  ribbon  ‘round  the  old  oak  tre ─ e ─ e   .   .   .   ♫     ❞     

    an  off  -  beat  tune  ,  half  -  sung   /   half  -  lazily  drawled  in  that  slurring  timbre  of  their’s  .  a  memory  ,  tucked  close  to  still  and  rust  -  worn  mechanical  heart  ,  of  a  crackling  radio  in  a  diner  long  left  to  history  .

    ❝     w  ─  w  ─  wha’  abou’  that  one   .   .   .   ?  y ─ y ─ ’know  that  one   .   .   .   ?     ❞

He adjusts the hat on his head, trying to hide his face the best he can. “So you’re the night guard of this place eh? How long have you been on the job and have you noticed anything...unusual?” Not that this entire place isn’t unusual.

this is why you should never bring charly to help you in the nightshift

nova is over at @frightsguard and charly is on this blog

// room for one more is the only invalid short story in the book series and thats the tea ����

The Puppet glares for a few seconds more, it's stance tall and threatening, arms outstretched and thin hands laid upon the items on the walls, as if it were climbing around in a way. Then it makes a noise that could almost be an exhale, if it were a breathing being.

The very living way it tilts its head forward, examining her, one could probably forget it's 'just' an animatronic. It lets out a low hiss.