#spring-locked-rabbit

- (@spring-locked-rabbit ) to Henry

It's been a long night. A long week. A long month.

This industry, the entertainment, feeding his need for creation, the fun- it's all he's ever wanted in life. Henry, by nature, is a sentimental, poetic man. He has a big heart, and lots of room in it. Lately, however, that room has been... Expanding.

Fazbear Entertainment has grown, and that means, there's much more grounds to cover. He and William had to part ways for a while. A while that's been far too long, and it's only getting harder to hold a smile without his favorite company, featuring William, his recently deceased mother, and his recent wife turned ex. It feels like everyone he holds dear is drifting farther and farther away every time he wakes up, and being emotionally unstable, he has no idea how to cope or make it stop.

It's been a long night. He ran one of the pizzeria's on his own, once again, nothing new, and finds himself exhausted. He could barely get up to answer the phone! Nevertheless, he dragged himself to the line and figured he'd let this salesman down eas-

@spring-locked-rabbit Continued from {x}

☀️The blood wasn't really a new addition to the overly worn fur and parts of the animatronic. It clearly had seen better days, been threw better days even. The person inside most definitely. Standing up Melissa went to her toolbox only several feet away and grabbed out an oil cloth. Doing her best to clean the wound it was clear she might need stitches.

She'd worry about that later as she wrapped her hand and put on work gloves. "That's what I get for not wearing my proper PPE now isn't it...now..." The ginger sat back down on the ground with the other and just looked into those hauntingly lit eyes staring back at her.

Henry's hands are placed firmly on the wheel. Just hours ago, and this is nothing short of a miracle, he had to pick up the only remaining Afton from this dark, cursed location. Michael, the boy lost his mind- Something set him off so bad, so intensely, that his ability to function had simply ceased to exist, and he needed uncle to come and save him- though he never enjoys getting in such close contact with him.

Michael is a brilliant reminder of what once was something perfect, and beautiful. His sheer existence, and resemblance, often taking the now tired man back to a better time. Back when he had friends, and loved ones. But now, as all of that is so far away, it's simply a grim reminder, the way Michael looks at him. The things he's done to that boy, man, simply out of guilt-by-association.

But, when Henry came for him... Something called to him. Something old, something familiar- he knew the moment he entered who resided here. Who he was meant to find.

His daughter.

He felt her. It's so strange to say, but it's true! In this disgusting attraction, he knows not a single hall, not a single direction- and yet, something lead him straight to his instrument Michael. That had to be it. An image from the boys past, back to haunt him- broke his mind. Right?..

Henry exited his vehicle and trailed inside the rotting walls. The air is dark and heavy, and his mind becomes occupied immediately. He found his way back to the office room and sat in the creaky chair, unaware that the team working the archives had 'found one. A real one.' Unaware of Michael's true breaking point. Sitting back, letting the feelings sink in, allowing himself to ease.

-springtrap

( @spring-locked-rabbit )

☀️Melissa knew better than to approch the rabbit, everything in her was telling her to run now that she was so close. The longer he'd laid still the more the ginger went about trying to fix him up.

When he spoke, however, she screamed and tried to hold the mouth of the face mask closed. The hallow voice still vibrated out of the masks many holes. Awkward.

Finding that the animatronic was more than just your standard exo-skeleton Melissa was flabbergasted. It didn't stop her from trying to fix the other up, however. Rotting corpse or not she'd smelled far worse things in her line of work.

"If it doesn't hurt, then why are you shaking? Hold still, I'll just reposition some of these plates and ----OW!" She tried to grab hold of his arm to keep it still and remove a broken screw only to cut herself in the process. Deep crimson dribbled down her fingers and hand.