#gregory answer

“I don’t know why you won't let me mess around with iit.”

Gregory blows a small bubble with his gum, watching his cousin lose a rousing game of Asteroids, thoughts on how he could tear the machine apart in no time. A sort of …hunger in his eyes. You learn how one arcade cabinet works, and then you want to rip apart every other one to see if the code is familiar.

"... so the black wire carries the current from th' source to whatever's being powered- that's called the 'sink' because you 'sink' power into it- then the white wire carries th' current back from the sink to th' source, completing the circuit and letting the power flow. So, be sure to disconnect th' white wire first, so the circuit breaks without shocking ya." (For Gregory. The old tech guy is teaching basic electrical safety this fine Father's Day)

Father's day special

Most children would have tuned out utterly bored by now, but Gregory was not most children. It was easy to see the young boy was paying keen attention to every word and taking mental notes. 

“Man I wish I knew all that when I was upgrading Freddy-.”

“You know if you think about it…there’s loooaads of things people shouldn’t do, real terrible stuff, and that kinda makes a kid being out on his own sorta minuscule dontcha think?”

A slight tilt of his head and a movement of his hand before just crossing his arms with a sort of annoyed grumble.

“I know I know…and I owe you so much….well whatever the hell you want when we get you out of here and patched up.”

Gregory’s got one arm keeping her steady as the two children walk the path being cleared by Freddy and  Roxy. He’s not sure how he’s going to dismantle The Mimic if they run into it, but his brain is screaming at him to do worse than he did the last time he was in the mall. That fucker not only dropped Cassie down an elevator, but made her think Gregory had been the one to do it.

Gregory lets out a small squeak as he’s lifted, kicking and lightly clawing at Shu’s hand. For someone who can be a little terror...there’s not a lot of force in the kicking or scratching.

“I’m sorry, okay! I’ll go throw the rest in the trash can or something! Lemme go!”

“Oh sugar honey ice tea!” Gregory squeaks

“You could s-say that again....this nights been ,well, a nightmare.”

A moment of peace between the two children trying to survive the mall, shaky breaths and his hands on his knees. Gregory’s brown eyes get wide and look....in a different place.

“I-..I do-don’t...I-”