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@mixtrapsworld

Just how long had it been since they had left that abandoned art shop? Their internal clock had stopped functioning at some point but that didn’t matter at the moment, all they cared about right now was finding shelter. As they limped down the dark yet dimly lit streets, they spot a light in the distance so they follow it until they stood before the gates of a scrapyard. It was rather ironic that they had had ended up here but if there was light then perhaps there was help!

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SpringHorror groans softly as he awoke, he sits up slowly and rubs his temples. His head throbbed in dull pain. He looks around and notices he wasn't in the Fright, he was in a strange hut. He pondered how he had gotten here and why he couldn't feel the connection with Will.

It was all so confusing. He stands up and realizes that his body was different, he had long angel-like wings that draped against his back. Was he dead and in Heaven? He didn't think there was an afterlife for animatronics.

"Maybe there's someone who can help me." He decides to look around the hut, perhaps someone was here and could help him.

Tuka: Poor Chaos, he's been incredibly depressed since Harlow passed away last week. The only thing keeping him moving is their son Luca. I think we should visit him.

Maxie: Yeah.. Can't imagine what he's been through. Alright, let's go.

*The duo walk to Harlow's house, Chaos owned it now of course. Everyone had been very upset over her death, it seemed to have lingered over the week. Tuka could understand, since Harlow was her family it hit her just as hard. Harlow was very talented and helped everyone with their problems.

continuation of part one: continuing from Security interrupting our interloper...

A padded hand gripped his shoulder and alarm coursed through his body. The remains of muscles tensed and he instinctively threw his head up from his focus. The cold, metallic voice broke through his resolve. 

Echoes of his anger forced Mike to involuntarily swing around and face the new presence: beams of green sunlight blasted down upon his body, masking most of the looming figure’s body bar the glinting edges of jagged fangs and the joints of the padded hand withdrawing from him. 

Staggering back slightly, it was then Mike saw the full form of the animatronic that stood before him. Fuzzy, matted golden fur with red patches, but it the security guard hat was what stood out to him the most.

The whole design made his skin crawl and shift: memories of his father, flashing photography, his father prancing arrogantly on stage in costume, the golden plush fabric slightly grubby, creeping away, the embarrassment, flashes tears in the corner, flashes of light, the golden bear, the teeth ---

The crown of the hat seemingly glimmered in the headlights of the robot’s eyes and something deep down in Michael broke down.

“A ... a security guard?!” A snort of contempt fell from his lips. Strafing slightly to the side, he felt his entire body rise and flare as if mimicking a long familiar routine or defense. 

“I can’t believe it!” The glow of his own ethereal eyes began to shine in contest with that of the guard before him. His own voice began to harden.

“ A FUCKING SECURITY GUARD.” Mike’s body crumpled slightly under his own pressure and he found himself staring intensely at the ground, where bits of shrapnel littered the dirt playfully around his feet. Sobs of unrestrained joy burst from himself and he found himself laughing heartily. All sense of previous panic and self preservation was recklessly abandoned as the animatonic looked on.