#j. fitzgerald

“Do people really say you’re scary?”

It was a genuine question. Jeremy’s never really understood what people said about the animatronics. Something about uncanny valley? Or was it just the night shift parts that bothered people? You never know with things like this.

Jack was just walking down the hallway to check on some of the animatronics, although he was more of a night guard- well a swing shift guard, he tend to make sure the mechanics that were on during the day didn’t mess up any of the systems.

He flinched, not expecting to hear a voice. It wasn’t an animatronic nor one he recognised. He raised a eyebrow before he spoke.

“Err.. I guess they’re pretty cool, course that depends on the type of ghost you mean” he replied.

“Are there really different kinds of ghosts, or do they just act differently?”

Not a hint of ill-intent lingered in the owner-less voice. It sounded legitimately curious, probably because it was. And yet the surrounding area remained void of any other visible human beings. How interesting. “It sounds like a neat thing to study, but I don’t think I could do that anymore.”

A lone pair of hovering eyes did appear however, blank and softly glowing. Their owner didn’t mind being only partially visible.

Pls draw a cute purp?... Or a cute jer?

…My muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

“I guess I do have a backstory. I haven’t thought about it much.” Jeremy propped his head on one hand as one heel bounced idly against the floor. It took a moment for him to collect all those dusty old memories.