#robotmamabear

OH, OUCH, OUCH! The plate of his arm’s fallen right from its limb and one of those pesky endoskeletons has kicked it away when he wasn’t looking! Foxy prowls on the floor like a bloodhound with a scent, tips of his daintily-painted fingers clicking on the surface. A voice disrupts his tinkering, followed with the click of that god-awful flashlight.

A security guard? No, too bear shaped... He pulls himself back to his hind quarters, standing upright and regarding the unfamiliar foe with wide, glowing eyes.

“LITTLE JIMMY FELL DOWN THE WELL AGAIN! WELL, IN THIS CASE IT’S MORE OF A VENT, AND LITTLE JIMMY IS MORE OF AN ARM!” He gives the grating below him a firm kick with his foot. “NOT THAT I’M IN ANY NEED OF YOUR HELP, CLUMSY BEAR THAT YOU ARE! NO, NO; I’LL GET IT OUT MYSELF AS SOON AS I WELD ONE OF THESE PESTS’ FORELIMBS TO MY FINGERTIPS!”

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The lioness pokes her head out from the box she has found, and trills. Her pupils have dialted to practically become black voids. She goes ballistic in the box, like how a cat high on catnip would. Her long tail twitches, and she wiggles her hips as if she's getting ready to pounce on who knows what.

[Cassidy stirred upon sensing a disturbance in the pizzeria; there was another presence here, one that didn't belong to her or her friends. Somebody new. Not a guard ( night guards hadn’t been part of Fazbear’s employ in quite a while ), not a guest, but an intruder. That was...strange. There weren't many who were willing to infiltrate this place after all of the rumors surrounding it, but the few who did often ran home screaming if one of them so much as twitched.]

[Still...Cassidy felt the need to investigate this one. They didn't go away, which might mean they were precisely who she was looking for. Her spirit lurked in every corner that they roamed, following their noises, listening for whatever they might be doing...but her search yielded few clues. Ultimately, she decided on her last resort -- manifesting herself, and finding out who they were. She had so much in store for her murderer...she needed to be sure before she executed any of her schemes.]

[She followed the intruder's noises, then positioned herself in the corner of the room and made herself visible; her head tilted up in the stranger's direction, with the hopes of making a distinct impression. Her next question was asked with the hopes of discerning exactly who was trespassing:]