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   ⚛ ⚛ — Call him curious, call him nosy – perhaps even a touch ungrateful; but his interest HARDLY lied in the pizzeria’s food, variety of games, –not even the robotic band - the STARS of the very restaurant. It was much too childish, far more than what his ‘ matured ‘ mind would allow itself to tolerate. 

  So: with the freedom that came with the pizzeria’s setup - ex: allowing children to traverse each main room as they pleased, to play games & overall entertain themselves, him managing to sneak away from it all was practically inevitable. One room lead to the next, & suddenly - he’s stumbled upon a door, a long hall - & rooms clearly untouched by children. In other words: employees only. He was NOT to be deemed a troublemaker by ANY means, but the party outside the walls just wasn’t cutting it for him. Forbidden areas, however? Well. It was something to do.

    He’d been careful to watch for faculty, hear for footsteps, & stay quiet. But no kid is perfect. A singular pause to peer past cartoonish posters & toward signs - telling him his location, & the slow thuds creeping behind him catch his ears.

    His cue.

    ❝ –Oh PLEASE–! I-I am so SORRY! I did not realize this wasn’t– ❞ 

    A turn of heel to greet the other revealed, not a person - not ANY worker of the facility, technically - but one of the very robotic performers just spotted on a nearby cardboard stand – the duck chicken. Puzzlement instantly erased the pitiful look of innocence on his face, & he promptly went silent. He scanned over it, around it & behind it; it didn’t seem like there was anyone who just - put her there. Why would they? But – then how ELSE could it have made it to him?   Was this a costume? –Had he actually been caught?

  ❝ Ouhuh.. –hi. ❞ A meek tone, much flatter than that of the higher pitch used just moments beforehand. ❝ Don’t.. –are-aren’t you supposed to be on STAGE with the bear? ❞

    A second of pause.

  ❝ Hell-ooo-oooooo–?? Anybody IN there? ❞

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━   If   there   was   one   thing   about   Daddy's   animatronics,   it   was   that   they   always   had   a   LIFE   of   their   own.   The   quartet   of   course   were   built   to   sing,   to   dance,   TO   KILL,   ...   but   sometimes,   they   just   ...   did   whatever   they   wanted.

                  What   a   fool   he   was   to   try   to   WANDER   into   the   kitchen.

                  All   he   wanted   was   a   slice   of   pizza   ...   or   MUCH   preferably,   a   piece   of   cake.   Though,   he   COULDN'T   buy   one   or   ask   his   parents   for   one   like   other   kids.   Instead,   he   had   to   take   more   drastic   measures   like   THIS.

                  Small   figure   peeks   through   the   open   doorway;   only   for   to   quickly   duck   back.   Hands   cover   his   mouth;   an   effort   to   muffle   any   gasps   that   dared   to   escape   his   breath.      What   was   this   ?   What   was   this   ?   Why   was   CHICA   there   ?

☠ — Springtrap was having one of his fits, the springlocks of the suit glitching out and taking him with it. He convulsed and seized in his spot on the floor against the wall of the back hall, eyes dark as he tried to control his own body. 

Once the fits calmed down, he sat motionless for a long time before he flinched at the feel of one of the phantoms coming close. Already agitated by the phantom pains wracking his frame, he blew up at the other, 

@letsect.

     Oh,  but  they  were  NOT  going  to  come  out.   They  simply  wouldn’t!   The  game  was  MUCH  TOO  FUN  to  give  away  their  position  ---------  only  hoping  that  Chica  would  work  harder  to  find  the  strewn  animatronic  instead.   Where  did  they  wait?   Dangled  in  the  ceiling  of  a  dark  corner  in  the  repair  room.   At  first,  she  giggles  at  Chica’s  call---  but  quiets  quickly  when  the  chicken  animatronic  enters  the  same,  very  room.