#robbierabbit

// Aaaw that’d be really cute... they could be like a pseudo-Western duo!

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ROBBIE: Well, can’t say I don’t like her... she’s really nice. Always has been! Her cheeks are super cute- but don’t tell her I said anything!

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     The place was on fire! They had to leave now. The acrid smoke was something Vincent wished he couldn’t smell again. Piloting Mike, the purple ghost grabbed Goldie and fled from the building, only stopping to look back once at the scene of the shadowy animatronics tearing the murderer’s specter apart violently. Soon, there was nothing of him left, and the rabbit animatronic stumbled out after them a moment later.

     The golden bear clung to Mike, making soft whining noises at Vincent. “is mister Mike going to be okay? and can we bring the rabbit with us back home...?”

     “Uh... sure we can bring the rabbit home...” As for Mike ending up okay, Vincent couldn’t tell yet. “And I’m sure he will be...”

     As Vincent managed to transport them back to the pizzeria safely in Mike’s car, he couldn’t help but doubt. He hoped his supposition wouldn’t turn out to be a lie in the end, frantically rushing for the Office while everyone chattered about their adventure in the main room.

     “Jeremy!”

     “Mike...?” The younger guard seemed puzzled at his friend’s mannerisms.

     “N-no, Vincent. Listen, Mike got hurt really badly back there and I’ve been possessing him since he passed out.” Vincent explained quickly. “Long story short, please call 911. I can’t push his body any further-”

     Mike’s body suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the floor, leaving a very stunned Vincent floating in the middle of the room. “- because he might have broken something... Sh-shit!”

     Jeremy looked around, bewildered, before he looked in the general direction of Vincent’s voice as he began the emergency dial. “Oh my God! R-right... why didn’t you do this before...?”

     “Living animatronics, maybe??” Vincent blurted out.

     With Mike currently completely unresponsive and Vincent unsure if the man had survived or not, the purple ghost managed to push Mike to his feet, taking control of the body for now. “Ugh... you might have broken something, you dick... eh...?”

     Just then, Vincent noticed that Mike’s phone had received a text from Taylor. Against much better judgment, the specter poked through Mike’s phone, and reading the text began to fill him with rage. 

     [TXT]: All right, Doll, see ya later!

     Sent 4 hrs ago.

     [My Rock]: Mikey, we’re going to be parents! 

     [My Rock]: I just found out this morning, but I’ve been too busy to tell you                           until just now, so, surprise!

     “That’s it for you!” Vincent hissed, shoving the phone back into Mike’s pocket and forcing the guard’s body to grapple the large animatronic rabbit. His powers felt stronger than ever, somehow, and using them he was able to hold this thing in place, even budge it somewhat. “You’re not going to ruin any more families!”

     “mister Vincent!” Goldie shouted in surprise, now focusing to twist the shadows into shapes that could help them. Vincent and Mike were in trouble!

     “You were always soft, Garner... I’ve seen it.” The Killer hissed, soon realizing he was at a stalemate with Vincent’s mysteriously improved powers. At least, on his own. “You can’t seriously hope to destroy me. Not on your own.”

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