#securitybreachdd

“You want to...hold hands?”

The thought has the tip of Roxy’s tail lightly moving, and she looks around to make sure no-one else was there to notice. Slow and carefully she takes Chica’s hand into hers.

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[At last, SAFETY. These offices tended to be more of a nuisance than anything else ( Gregory was half-expecting an alarm to blare once the door slammed behind them ), but for now, they were secure. He just had to pray that neither of them would trigger any actual security measures in their brief time here. The last thing they needed was to hopelessly defend themselves from even more animatronics, all with limited power.]

[Now that both of them had caught their breath ( after the mad dash that was dragging his brother here ), Gabriel started to question Gregory. How could he have possibly known where his twin was? Easy -- he didn't.]

[His entire search had been fruitless and panicked up until this point; he'd been running blind, relying on his access to the cameras and any potential trails his twin might have left behind. He'd suspected all manner of things, from that security guard kidnapping him to one of the animatronics killing him -- that left the possibilities wide open, and it also left Gregory as a bundle of nerves until now. It seemed like he would never reach his brother in time; it seemed inevitable that something terrible would happen, and it would be all his fault for being stubborn.]

❝ I, um -- I don't know. You have no idea how long I've been looking for you. I think this was just a lucky guess... ❞ [And thank goodness for that. If Gregory hadn't shown up, who knows what would have happened??]

[Speaking of which -- Gabriel gasped, reminding Gregory of the cinematic masterpiece he'd skipped out on out of concern for his twin's safety. Of course, it didn't matter now. Gregory couldn't care LESS about what was supposed to be the horror movie of the decade -- he only cared about making sure his brother was okay! Frankly, he was upset that Gabe would think that movie was STILL his priority, but...then again, their earlier argument had gotten pretty heated. They'd thrown some nasty words at each other, and even gone their separate ways, both of which were rare for the two of them.]

THIS IS HIS LIFE NOW. . .

“What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?!” (from GlamChica! :D)

“SHIT! It’s not what it looks like!”

Caught red-handed, Gregory’s palm still rested against the sweatshirt he had been in the process of...acquiring from the gift shop. A bag, slung over his shoulder, revealed similar contents where the zipper was pulled open. All were pushed in recklessly, as though the boy had been in a great hurry. Oddly, everything that was visible was something practical.

There was a reason for this, of course. Even though Gregory had a home now - living at the Pizzaplex, no less, something he wouldn’t trade for anything - old habits died hard. He had been in enough bad situations in his life that he always wanted to prepare for the worst, because all too often, it came to be. A well-stocked getaway bag was priceless in a crisis, and he made sure to keep plenty hidden around. That way, if he ever had to leave, he wouldn’t be left with nothing - even if he was in a hurry, he could grab one and run.

“I...I wasn’t...” God, he didn’t want to explain this. It wasn’t as though it was the first time he got caught making one of his bags - it had happened before at previous foster homes. People always took it the wrong way, assuming he was running away, or stealing just for the hell of it. To avoid the same outcome, Gregory had been extra cautious tonight, waiting and watching the cameras until the area was deserted before making his move. Evidently, he still hadn’t been cautious enough, if she had managed to catch him despite it all.

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @securitybreachdd

securitybreachdd asked: "Greg, watch out! He's going to GET you!" Gabriel tugs on his brother's arm, trying to get as far away from Freddy as they can. (He doesn't know :pensive:)

❝ Whoa-! ❞

[Gregory stumbled forward, following his twin's protective instincts -- there could have been any number of threats that he'd missed up until now, since he'd been so caught up in reuniting with Freddy. Once he was at his twin's side, he glanced around frantically, looking for anything or anyone that might have followed them here -- but there was nothing. Only Freddy, who looked particularly hurt and confused.]

[...Okay. He was starting to put the pieces together. Gabe's only experience with animatronics thus far had involved ones who wanted nothing more than to hurt him, but Freddy wasn't like that. The two of them clearly hadn't met yet, so maybe the idea that Freddy was an exception to the rule hadn't even occurred to Gabriel. This might take a bit of explaining on Gregory's part, on both counts -- Freddy hadn't even been aware of the existence of Gregory's twin until now, after all.]

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securitybreachdd asked: "Freddy said it was MY turn in the go karts!" (Gabe to Greg :3 if u want )

❝ Oh, yeah? ❞ [Gregory smirked, then playfully stuck his tongue out; unlike their earlier argument, it was obvious that he wasn't serious. Besides, he DID actually have a solution to this problem in his pocket ( not literally, though, since the weight would severely drag him down ).]

[In Monty Golf, unbeknownst to all but himself ( and Monty, probably ), there was a go-kart just WAITING to be tricked out. Freddy said that Gregory couldn't ride on his own ( curse his abnormally small stature! ), but if he could find another driver assist bot, then he could get the kart working -- and drive alongside his brother, at that! Maybe he could even get Gabriel onboard...having to take turns on the only functioning go-kart sucked.]

[He shifted to make himself comfortable in the go-kart, a sign that he wouldn't BUDGE until he struck a deal with Gabe. It might be frustrating for his brother in the moment, but he was pretty confident that Gabe would want to help. Neither of them were particularly patient.]

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[This hadn't been a plotted betrayal -- and if anything, Freddy's warped programming had convinced him that Gregory was the one who'd hurt him first. With his "mind" in tatters, there was no possible recourse, and there were no safety parameters. Harming a child he'd once considered his best friend, maybe even a son, no longer seemed out of the realm of possibility -- although he'd hesitated thus far.]

[It'd been limited to psychological torment on both of their ends, with every single one of Gregory's actions furthering the idea that Freddy had been the one betrayed; in actuality, the bear's distinct change in temperament had been what drove the boy away. Of course, it wasn't as though he could recognize that now.]

[All night, the others' intentions had been made abundantly clear; Roxy bullied and degraded Gregory, Chica tried to lure him with honeyed words, and Monty was...well, violent. Freddy's, on the other hand, must have been muddled. Even though he was calling out to Gregory, each word hinging on the friendship they'd once had, he was simultaneously throwing a tantrum, on the verge of tears. His voice broke, but so did the stroller he threw across the room. He wanted to break down into a heap of tears, but something urged him to continue -- pursuing Gregory was his goal.]

[Even he was clueless as to why; he couldn't fathom what he would do if he actually found Gregory, aside from cry.]

[A clattering noise down the hallway stirred him; was that Gregory, perhaps? Had he knocked something over? Against his haywire programming, one thought stuck in the bear's mind -- was he okay?]

[Freddy raced over to the spot with now-intimidating speed, more concerned than frustrated -- only to find the Fazwatch he'd given Gregory mere hours ago.]