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are you allowed to break a paragraph in quotations? there are a few stories that I have told in a story of mine that I really feel like should have paragraph breaks. I’ll put the part of the story in here. it’s fanfiction for a Five nights at Freddy’s spinoff called Dayshift at Freddy’s and the game itself is pretty good. if you guys want I’ll upload chapters of this here.

well here goes.

The springlock snapped, luckily not tripping any others but still inconvenient to put back considering the greasy state of her hands. Scott popped his head through the door. “I heard one of the springlocks snap, are you okay?”

Faith nodded. “I’m fine.”

Scott stepped all the way into the room. “How’s the suit coming along anyway?”

“It’s tricky rigging a suit like this. It’s pretty old.”

Scott nodded. “Yeah.” he stopped for a moment. Probably thinking about something. “Do you actually know what a springlock failure actually feels like?”

Yes.

She wasn’t ready to tell him that. But it didn’t feel right to lie outright to Scott, given the fact that they were both helping each other out. “Do you?”

More silence. Not really what Faith had anticipated. Then finally, a small “it’s odd.”

“What is?”

“My memory’s a little funked up, but… I have a memory more vivid than any other.” there was more silence. Faith gave him some space, not sure what she was about to hear.

“It was 197- 1978, I think. I was going to work at a Freddy Fazbear’s location. One in Colorado.”

“The one I worked at in June?” Faith asked, curiosity overruling the reality that said she should probably keep her mouth shut.

“Um. I’m not sure. It might have been. But I remember speaking to my wife that morning. She called me… she called me ‘Peter’. The weirdest thing was, it wasn’t my wife. It was someone else. I remember looking in a mirror. I remember my face. My head wasn’t a phone, for some reason. I came into work and greeted my boss. He had a phone for a head, like I do. It was slightly different, though. A different, still red, still a rotary phone.”

Scott stopped for a moment, both of them collecting their thoughts. “That day, I was wearing a suit. It was this awful rat thing. I had a coworker who got the better one. He had a bear suit. Golden Freddy, that’s his name. I remember dancing in front of some kids. They were loving it. But… I could see my coworker, out of the corner of my eye. He was leading some children back. Into the Saferoom, where still no one should go. I ran over and I told him that, and I told him to stop. I remember the man in the bear suit nudging my side. I heard a loud click. And then…” Scott drifted off for a moment. Enough time for Faith to remember something that the Colorado Phone had said.

“‘We used to have a bear suit and a rat suit, but those were thrown in the bin for smelling like slaughtered toddlers.’”

“Excuse me, what?” Scott said, looking back at her. His head had started to turn to Faith’s suit during his story. It was obvious why. Hers looked just like the suit Faith was imagining.

“That was what the Colorado Phone guy had said. ‘We used to have a bear suit and a rat suit, but those were thrown in the bin for smelling like slaughtered toddlers.’ slaughtered toddlers and maybe slaughtered you.”

Scott nodded. “I remember being scared. Being in pain. I couldn’t scream. My vocal cords had been cut through by the springlocks. But I remembered the tapes. I had to get to the saferoom. I… I almost made it. I even somehow made it to the door. The door… it was locked. He had lured the kids inside and locked me out.  Nobody ever noticed, because there was so much screaming, so much attention focused on me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I remember my boss speaking to someone about sending me away, still in the suit, to some ‘factory’ owned by the company. Where they were gonna turn me into something useful.” Scott laughed, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. “My memory cores must be screwy to make me think I went through that.”

Faith paused in her tinkering for a moment, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Did you say that your name was Peter?”

Scott nodded. “In that weird memory… yeah. Why do you ask?”

“I used to have a brother named Peter.”

“Did he--”

Faith nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

She worked in silence for a moment, gathering her thoughts, her experiences, and comparing them to Scott’s. Or Peter’s. Whoever he was. It took a long time for her to finally speak. “I mentioned yesterday that I had worked at Fredbears, back before Colorado?”

“Yeah, you did. You were a technician there. How does that apply to now?”

“I worked the night shift there too, trying to take care of my sister. Every night, 12 to 6.” Faith sighed, trying to avoid the pain of her memories. “One night, I was caught off-guard. They… they took me back, through the empty diner. They had a suit prepared for me. I don’t remember much about it, only that it was yellow. They stuffed me inside. I tried my hardest not to struggle in that suit. I knew what would happen if the springlocks came loose. I couldn’t control my breathing, though. The springlocks came loose, with me inside. I tried to scream. I couldn’t. Same deal with you. Severed vocal cords. I couldn’t move. I was there for so long...” she let her voice fade out, sinking her face into her hands and taking in a shaky breath.

“Christ… that’s horrible… didn’t anyone find you back there?” Scott asked, confusion over Peter’s memories apparently gone. Faith nodded.

“Henry Miller did. The former co-owner of Fredbear’s. A long time after I got stuck there, I saw him enter the room. He was there, lurking in the back. I could see him, just beyond the eyeholes of the suit. He was holding something over his shoulder. I couldn’t tell what it was. I found out later from the police. He had stuck it into one of the spare suits. After he stuffed it, he lingered back there. At one point, he looked right at me. He… he knew I was in there. He laughed. He laughed and left the room. I was there for… I don’t know how long. It felt like days. I…” 

“What?”