Glamrock Bonnie

Retired from the band Glamrock Bonnie has taken to bowling, along with running his own bowling alley, but don't think he doesn't keep an ear on his cottontails.

You, in particular, have become rather dear to Bonnie, a master of manipulation, and he already knows everything about you; and yes, that's including your menstrual cycle.

So when you come in for your evening shift on this late afternoon, Bonnie noticed right away a shift in your mood and body language: dark, puffy eyes from crying, wincing from the cramps, and drained of all energy.

You dreaded coming into work, but you had no choice for you needed to keep up your income for the never ending stack of bills, left on the bedside table in your nearly empty apartment.

But this shift is about to take a rather interesting turn as Bonnie stepped up to you, ignoring that it was his turn to bowl in a game with Freddy.

Bonnie reached his hands out to you, caressing your cheeks gently as the soft violet fur rubs against your skin. You can't see the rabbit's thoughts, but you can see the warm smile he carries as he speaks to you, offering to rest in his room for a while.

The invitation is intriguing as no one is allowed in Bonnie's room except the band members, your head nodding into the rabbit's hands as your heart deafens to a soft, calm beat.

Your mind should be reeling from the thought of going to Bonnie's room, but you are too focused on his calming voice as he continued to speak, gently leading you to his room hidden within the bar.

But the dream doesn't last forever, wincing as the cramps worsen to a near unbearable level of pain and staggering into a wall, tears once again streaming down your face.

You don't notice Bonnie's grin shift to a grimace, kneeling at your side without a word before he stands up, you in his arms.

Another wave of pains wracks your body, sobbing from it before you feel your body being lain upon something soft, quick to shift to a more comfortable to relieve the suffering.

Through your tear soaked eyes, you can see Bonnie knelt down before you once again, something blue held in his fingers that he presses against your lips. The object is sweet, like blueberry candy, quick to dissolve in your mouth.

Time appears to pass quickly as Bonnie hums a song to you, wrapping you in one of his merch blankets before your mind drifts into the darkness where the pain can not follow.

Hours pass, gently stirring awake to have yet another cold object pressed against your lips, which you allow to pass through eager to keep the pain at bay.

Through the void of sleep, you can still hear Bonnie singing to you or gently strum his old bass, time passed soothingly soon with it the pain of your cramps.

Unaware of the days that passed, you stir awake, noting that no candy was pressed against your lips and the lack of suffering your body usually caused you. Bonnie is at your side a moment later, his red bass still in hand as he kneels beside you.

Bonnie is quick to use his mastery of manipulation to soothe your worries about what he had done, and no consequences will happen from your absence.

Something about the close connection forged between you and Bonnie has you quick to return to his side and his room the following months when the suffering arises once again.

Bonnie continues his care for his sweet clover, eager to keep you at his side for as long as you need him and never judging you for the weakness you show to him alone.

Withered Bonnie

Withered Bonnie is different from the upgraded Toy version, lost to the time long since past but don't think this old rabbit doesn't care for you.

Constantly in and out of the backroom for various parts, scraps, and upgrades for the newest members, Bonnie has kept his red eyes on you and curiosity of you keeps him going.

Bonnie is especially fond intrigued by the times you come in upset or frustrated, slamming parts on the table, throwing tools into boxes and listen to them clash, yells of pain ripped from your throat as tears soak your soft skin.

As time passes, Bonnie keeps tabs on the cycle his favorite time happens, which is roughly every 28-32 night shifts, and he is quite invested in such a precise cycle by a mere human.

The first scrap of information Bonnie received on what could be the cause is from your own voice, cussing out your body as you throw yet another broken part onto the table before you sink to the floor. The biggest mistake you made came not from overworking yourself while on your period, but your time blindness for you has stayed way too late.

This old rabbit may have been forgotten, but Bonnie has not forgotten himself, quick to move to your side as one hand rests upon yours to keep you from swinging. Bonnie knelt down, still looming over you from his sheer size before he rested the top of his jaw gently on your head, free arm moving to wrap you in an embrace, albeit just as cold and hard like his hand. Time passed before your eyes, counting down the seconds alongside the thump of your heart, unable to move out of fear of Bonnie's embrace; you weren't entirely sure which. Seconds turn into minutes, nearly an hour before your heart drops its walls, tears quick to spill from your terrified eyes. Your hand, long since numb, slowly releases the part to rest upon the table as a Bonnie releases your hand in turn. Now, with his other arm free, Bonnie's embrace warmed by your own body heat, you shiver from the sudden cold metal against your torso but soon sank into it. The night passes in silence, your face buried into the rough fur that coated Bonnie's chest, ignoring the sounds that surround you to focus on the ticks and whirs that emanate soothingly Soon, dawn breaks, and Bonnie's embrace goes limp around you, freeing you to leave the diner before you could be seen by the morning crew. But time and time again, you return to the withered Bonnie's embrace, whether in pain or just need someone to hold you.

Decommissioned Bonnie

This old rabbit has been gone for a few years at this point, lost to the underground tunnels beneath the pizzaplex. As for how Bonnie found you...

Your period always brings a lot of unwanted pain and conflicting, ever-shifting emotions you can't control and this time it forced you to run, throwing yourself into the deep, foreboding darkness of the basement.

Now Bonnie has seen you many times, hiding in the basement after that escape, and all the tears to follow but could not understand why.

Though it doesn't take him long to see the signs: curled up and holding your lower belly, sobbing from the pain and frustration that your body forces you through on a timely cycle. And yes, Bonnie counted the days to learn when he may begin to expect you, being decommissioned did not destroy his patience.

Unbeknownst to you during your escape you had accidentally locked yourself into a dangerous part of the basement, and finally within Bonnie's reach. His approach is silent, blood pounding in your ears as they ring from your shouts, and cries of frustration cover a few sounds he does make. A sudden cold, metal presence resting upon your shoulder cuts everything but fear from your heart and mind. Bonnie is a smart rabbit and managed to find bits of pieces he needed for both himself and you for this encounter: a voice box from an older model Bonnie, and a tattered Freddy Fazbear backpack filled with various items he remembered other employees using during similar times, or overheard in conversations. There may not be much left of this decommissioned rabbit, barely an endo, but Bonnie's fushia eyes makes the fear slowly ebb away - whether from seeing posters or in person before he was lost your mind recognizes who is before you, a tattered backpack offered to you without a word. At first, things seem comforting as the old, broken voice speaks to you, offering Bonnie's companionship while you hide from the world above - but not all as it seems... Years of being broken, discarded, and cast aside from the world above has thrown a glitch into Bonnie's, a being created to appease and entertain humans, programming as for what it is you'll soon find out. Before long, the pain ebbs slightly as the medication from the bag kicked in, along with a few snacks and a can of Fizzy Fazz. You managed to choke it down, talking with Bonnie about the world above. Bonnie has few words himself, his voice box rough from years of being unused, but not long into the conversation what words he does relent form a strange feeling of trust with the endo. Before long you're following him deeper into the basement, the medication having eased even more of the pain to a tolerable level, soon lost to its maze as Bonnie's fushia eyes guide the way. Yet you know nothing will harm you, your hand wrapped tight and gently warming the metal as the journey continues, or so you think. Alarms go off in your head, but it's too late, you have become lost in Bonnie's burrow with no escape route clear to you, terrified of the fushia eyes in the darkness. "Don't worry, sweet clover, I will never abandon you or let you feel the suffering caused by your human body ever again...."

*falls down the stairs* Again sorry this took so long...

Stay cruel until the end!

Sundrop

When Sun first meets you, they'll treat you just like any other employee. But over time, they become infatuated with you. Your smile, laughter, kindness to children, everything about you enraptured them.

At first Sun will hold back, that can't be right. They can't have feeling for a person, right? It's not in their programming to fall in love.

But over time, Sun starts to become frantic around you. Doing everything they can, short of neglecting the children, to spend time with you.

If you happen to be on the oblivious side, and never notice, this might go a bit easier for you. Sun is a master of distraction and will use it to their advantage to trap you in the daycare.

Once you are their's, safely stashed away in Sun's room high up in the balcony, there will be no escape except in death.

When the daycare is open is when you are safest as Sun still has their responsibilities to manage children. It'll be the best time to come to terms with how your life has become.

But when the daycare is closed, Sun is the master of distraction and it will help to ease some of your fear. Expect a lot of coloring, finger painting, playing games, and interactions with them.

If you've been such a obedient solar flare for Sun, in time they will allow you time out of their room to play in the daycare and only when it's closed.

Don't forget, the daycare doesn't have security cameras and Sun is quite a handsy animatronic. And despite their programming to be careful with children, it does not apply to you.

If your disobedient and a rule breaker, Sun has no problem accidentally hurting their solar flare. But they will patch you up afterwards with frantic apologies.

When Sun regains control after lights out and find your injuries from Moon, they will be one to patch you up every time with more frantic apologies in lieu of their counterpart.

As Sun can't leave the daycare, Moon will take on responsibility to gather substance for you. But the best time to eat will be when the lights are on.

Periods are when a softer, quieter side to Sun rises up. Their extensive medical knowledge, and possibly by then your body language, will let them know that you need tender care during this time.

When you become used to their touch, Sun's heated hands are a god-send for cramps, warm cuddles as they help ease the pain your in.

Soft rubs long after the pain medication stolen provided by Moon kicks in as Sun won't deny you anything you ask. But again only as long as you're not a rule breaker.

Moondrop

Moon will a be slower to come around, but they will in time and with Sun's relentless insistence and infatuation with you.

Moon won't fully understand their counterpart's obsession with you at first. Both over time, they come to long for your smile for themselves.

As for being kidnapped, once the lights go out, Moon will whisk you away to their shared room with Sun.

Unlike Sun, Moon has no problem using fear to get what they want. Keeping you bound and gagged in the darkness of their room.

At first, Moon will prefer you to be asleep, moondrops shoved in your mouth that you're forced to swallow. But over time, their desire to interact with you overrides their programming.

This is when the real nightmares of the man in the Moon come to play. Especially if this is glitched version as they haven't interacted or touched another person in a while.

Bruises scattered across your body like constellations, cracked bones from squeezing too tight, tears will be shed by Moon. And they won't soothe your pain and worries at the start, only more of those wretched moondrops.

As Moon learns your limits and regain control of their body, the pain and some of the suffering will ease. But only if their star shine hasn't been breaking rules, as rule breakers must be punished.

If you happen to be under the possession of pre-glitch Moon, things will be a bit smoother from the beginning. They will still be slower to approach, but much less violent.

Pre-glitch Moon is also the safest to be around, if you can stay quiet and sit still for them. If not, it's lights out for their star shine.

Don't fight back from Moon's caresses and touch. They are much stronger than you, and fighting back means you aren't resting or sleeping. And that means more moondrops forced down your throat.

Where Sun and Moon differentiate when it comes to periods is that Moon will use it to their advantage once more.

Pushing you to limit, begging and pleading for pain meds, products, anything you need, until you cave into Moon's desire to be quiet for them if your in need of a punishment.

If not though, or you're naturally obedient for them, Moon will give you what you need as long as you stay that way. And soft cuddles and lullabies as you rest.

Eclipse

Now, how exactly Eclipse comes about is still a bit of a mystery. Some say they're a glitch, other say dim light. But only you know the truth.

Eclipse has the option of choosing when they come out, but only when both Sun and Moon are in agreement. And once Moon has come around about you, they both want you, their solar shine.

When Eclipse is out, things can get quite quirky to say the least. Both Sun and Moon's personalities are blended together into this animatronic.

Which means Eclipse will both praise and punish you, though due to Sun's personality being much more hyperactive, it will come through a lot more noticeable.

Once both Sun and Moon have first shown you Eclipse, expect to see them a lot more. Both can't get enough of their star flare's attention this allows them to have equal time with you.

There will be similarities with Eclipse between the times you've spent with Sun and Moon separately, time to play games, activities, and quiet cuddle times.

But what makes Eclipse different is there's a high possibility by this time you have developed Stockholm syndrome, and they will take full advantage of it.

For safety purposes you do, or at least pretend to.

Sun has programming designed for caring for children, as does Moon, and it's only made stronger in Eclipse.

You will become theirs, and in turn their wife, as Eclipse has heard so much from the children about parents and desires to be one themselves.

Your mind will warp to fill the role Eclipse desires for their solar shine, and oh how wonderful of a wife you will be for them.

And just as with the other two, make sure to stay obedient for Eclipse. Punishments will be a mix of pain and overstimulation to your body from tickles until your crying and begging for it to end.

Eclipse is once again the best of both when it comes to periods, warm hands and soft rubs to ease your cramps, with medication and hushed lullabies to ease the pain and headaches.

Have fun with Eclipse! You won't be leaving anytime soon.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Glamrock Bonnie

Bonnie will instantly notice your nervousness, pink cheeks, side glances, little stims you do, and it will delight him.

Bonnie is the master of manipulation and PDA and he will use every bit of charm to his advantage. Granted he won't chomp down on you at first like the tasty little clover you are, he'll take a few nibbles to start with.

Soft words, teases, light touches, to gain your reaction. And if Bonnie likes what he sees of the racing of your pulse, hushed gasps, and deeper shades of pink on your cheeks and ears, then he'll draw you in.

"Such a bashful little cottontail you are, don't be afraid to give me more of those tasty treats."

Bonnie is not afraid of public displays of affection, he's the master of it in the plex, and he will not hold back because of your shyness.

In fact, Bonnie thrives on it, to watch and feel you squirm, but he already knows your limit and won't push to your breaking point.

"Don't worry little clover, if it gets to be too much, just tap my hand and I'll ease up."

Catching you while your busy helping out a few other employees to pull you into his embrace. Bonnie enjoys seeing the flare of pink that graces your cheeks, the little trembles as you try to escape, the shift in your tone as embarrassment rips through your body.

If you happen to the the kind that freezes when overloaded with embarrassment, Bonnie will take a little bit different approach. A large warm hand on your waist as he gently pulls you to his side, words softly spoken to pull you out of frozen mind.

In private, it's much different, Bonnie's affection for you is much softer, sensual even, when it's just you and him.

"No need to hold back, little clover, it makes me happy to see how bashful you are to me."

Don't worry about Bonnie pushing you too far even in private, he knows all your soft spots, bad spots, and all your limits.

Over time, Bonnie will caress you in all the right places and ways to bring you to a more comfortable level of his affection.

Not too much though, Bonnie still seeks the shyness in you, eager for more of the tasty treats you gift him.

"No matter how much you grow, little clover, I always want to see your shy side."

Bonnie may seek the shyness in you to him, but he won't accept it towards others. Whether you work in his bowling alley or as a night guard, he will know your location at all time.

If Bonnie happens to notice your shyness and embarrassment flaring up in a bad way, a parent getting upset with you, or another employee teasing you for the affection you receive from him. Let him take care of it.

Bonnie is protective of his cottontails, and you, his clover, he takes special care of. Those times he's especially careful of your limit with PDA, already stressed and panicked over the situation your in.

A comforting hand on your shoulder or waist as Bonnie looms over from behind. To you, being master of manipulation, he'll give you a simple chore to redirect you with, or offer a break.

"Clover, it's your break time so go get something to eat while you can."

Depending on the situation, Bonnie might go as far as to just scare the offending person(s) or report/ban them. But only once your out of earshot/sight as he wants to protect you from his wrath.

Afterwards, Bonnie will find you. He's worried about his clover and wants to bring you back into your comfort zone. If you aren't already, a short break in his room to give you a chance to breath and forget the bad experience.

"Come here, little clover, you will always be safe around me, I won't ever let harm come to you."

Bonnie loves to see his clover grow and blossom under his care, but he will always want to see the bashful cottontail he first met. He will cherish you and your shyness for as long as you belong to him.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Glamrock Bonnie

Bonnie will be quick to notice the shift in your demeanor, one of the quickest in the megaplex, whether you work in his bowling alley, technician, or as a night guard.

And Bonnie will know what causes it immediately from the fake smiles, fake cheer in your voice, and the moment your alone, the darkness that shrouds you.

Bonnie can be known to be a jerk, but he won't be one to you until your comfortable with him. But even then he won't push past your limit.

Trust Bonnie with your pain and worries, something that you both know will be difficult at first. But you'll feel better when you do, and it will allow him to decide where focus first and help you heal.

Self harm and suicide are something a lot of those with depression struggle with, whether past or present, Bonnie will be at your side for you.

Don't hide it from Bonnie, seek him out anytime, busy or not, and he will help you through your episode.

Once Bonnie knows that you have depression, he'll be keeping his ears on you. So even if you think you don't deserve his help and try to hide, he'll still find you and won't leave unless it's truly what you need.

Yes Bonnie has his anger, but it will never be directed towards you for running and hiding your pain and tears.

And Bonnie's offer for his help doesn't extend to to only the days you work. Need him to talk through your fazwatch all night stuck at home? He'll do it. If you can make it to the megaplex, or already there, the two of you can hide in his room.

Bonnie won't be there just for your downs, he'll be there for, and help create, happy times. Sneaking you into his room for movie nights, bowling nights, or anything else that brings a real smile to your face.

Relapses can, and will, happen despite the efforts of both of you. And Bonnie will be there as you let it out, as long as it's not self harm, and pick up back up after.

Self harm is where Bonnie will find out and stop you, no matter how much you scream and cuss him out.

Bonnie will never abash you for your attempts, or that you didn't seek him out. He'll wait, holding you or your wrists, as the you let out your suffering to him.

Bloodied arms, thighs, belly, busted knuckles and bruises, every cut and injury Bonnie will patch up and keep taps on to make sure they heal and you don't scratch them open.

Bonnie's attentiveness extends to internal and invisible injuries as well. Every time you stop eating, hitting yourself when you're alone, overdosing on drugs and medication, or alcohol, he'll know.

Bonnie will never publicly reprimand you over your depression and self harm. Doing so would destroy everything he's done to help you recover, and in doing so, you and your trust in him.

Bonnie is a master of manipulation and during all the times you've spent with him, he will be healing you. He wants to see you grow and thrive under his care.

Slowly, the fake smiles become real not just to Bonnie, but others as well. The deep pain and frustration you felt has eased, allowing your true self to blossom.

Bonnie will stay beside you, even when you've started to stand on your own, proud that you've made it so far. Happy to see your smile for however long you let him stay by your side.

Glamrock Foxy

Foxy is an attentive fox and he will quickly catch on to the sadness you hide. The drop in your smile when you're alone, lackluster in your eyes, the utter exhaustion that consumes you.

Despite being master of arts and imagination, Foxy struggles with a reclusive nature. But when it comes to you, he won't hide as he knows you need him more.

Foxy is another one to give your trust and pain to, and he will help you heal as the both of you steer through raging seas.

His room is hidden below deck of his ship and no matter day or night, you can seek Foxy or his room out to hide in.

If you need to seek Foxy out before the megaplex closes, he'll stow you away in his ship before he adventures out in search of treasure such as snacks and drinks to sustain you through the night.

Foxy will be by your side through everything, the tears, pain, screams, and prevailing silence. He'll wrap you in his coat, wiping again your tears as he holds you close or gently sway in his hammock.

Foxy may be loud and boisterous with his thick accent, but if you need quiet times, he'll sing old shanties in a hushed murmur to you.

Self harm effects those so many ages and Foxy had seen it in the preteens and teenagers that come through his cove.

And you Foxy will already notice the signs, long sleeves or hoodies, minute winces of pain, slurred or slowed speech from denying yourself substance or drug and alcohol usage.

Foxy has helped many already with self harm and knows not every person reacts to help in the same way. So he will be careful in his approach to helping you through your episode.

But if Foxy finds you in the act of self harm, he won't hesitate to retrain you in his arms, offending object of a knife, razor blade, pills, bottle of liquor, ripped out of your hand.

Foxy won't retaliate as you cuss him out like the first mate you are. He'll take it like the captain that he is to soothe the raging waves of your sea.

Afterwards, Foxy will patch up what wounds he can and if it's some he can't, or something that might require medical assistance, he'll call for back up.

Foxy knows you'll be upset with him over it, but he's concerned for your safety. He does care for you, despite what your seething pain says.

When you've been properly patched up, Foxy knows it'll take time to regain his trust and he's a patient fox.

Don't give up on Foxy, he won't give up on you even if you don't return to be his first mate. Whether you do, or don't, return, your captain will always keep and eye out for you.

When you're ready, Foxy will be waiting on his ship to return to the adventures you shared together in his cove.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Monty Gator

Monty won't pick up exactly what causes your non-stop apologizes, your down cast eyes, subtle fidgeting, other than that it's him. He is known to be aggressive and destructive.

But when he notices it happens to others, guests, employees, management, Monty will realize that it's not him that caused your fear, someone else did.

That will enrage Monty, someone had dared to hurt one of his hatchlings, placed their hands and anger in an abusive way to someone that belongs to him.

Monty will do his best to hide his anger from you, knowing it could and will only harm you further, despite his anger not being directed at you.

If you work days and Monty sees a guest getting frustrated with your "incompetence", he won't hesitate to step up in a threatening manner. Coming up to your side, snout cracked open in a fierce deep hiss to scare off the guest for you.

Afterwards, Monty will pull you off to the side, away from the chaos, to make sure you're alright. He's worried he might have scared you too.

If he didn't, and you assure him of that, Monty be happy, as most tend to get scared when he acts feral and protective.

From then on, when Monty isn't on stage or has to be his green room, he'll stick near you to fend off unruly guests.

If you work nights, this grumpy gator will show his soft side to you alone. So don't be surprised to see a gentle shyness in Monty's approach to you.

Monty knows you know of his anger and doesn't want to see fear in your eyes because of him. He'll only approach you at first when you're in the company of others.

And once you get comfortable around Monty, day or night, he'll do his best to teach you what he knows of being a ferocious alligator to help you overcome your pain and fear.

Now, if your abuser happens to show up in his swamp, Monty won't hesitate to show his teeth to protect you, his hatchling.

The swamp is Monty's domain and he knows every bush, course, and hiding spot. He won't out right harm your abuser, can't risk getting scrapped and leave you on your own, but he will scare them so bad they won't come back.

Give this aggressive alligator some trust and patience, and Monty will give you protection and gentle company in return.

Glamrock Bonnie

Bonnie will pick up your signs of previous abuse quickly. He's an observant rabbit and will have it figured out before the end of your shift.

Constant apologizes, hushed voice, flinches, the fear in your eyes, shrinking back from angry guests, possibly healing bruises, Bonnie will notice everything and it will infuriate him. But not towards you, never towards you.

When it comes to Bonnie and relationships, even though yes he's not human, choice is everything to this rabbit.

Bonnie will be careful in his approach to you about your previous abuse; never touch you without your permission, never raise his voice, or be the jerk he's known to be.

When it comes to helping you heal, Bonnie might take two routes, depending on how you react to him. One is to slowly help you heal without you knowing, using his mastery of manipulation. The other is to talk to you when you become comfortable around him.

Where you work with Bonnie can also change his approach, whether it's as a night guard, his bowling alley, or his bar.

As a night guard, how much Bonnie spends time with you will be light at first as you adjust to his company. But over time, he'll slowly pick it up, joining you on the occasional round, or offers to play a few frames of bowling, until he's constantly at your side.

In his bowling alley, the place Bonnie prefers, he'll keep his ears on you at all times. He'll catch you when you need help with an upset guest and take over by offering a break, or redirecting your assistance elsewhere.

In his bar, Bonnie will be at the ready to step in at any moment, any sign of distress. Anytime a guest starts to get infuriated with you over cutting them off, drunk and getting handsy, he'll step in. Or any time he notices you getting overwhelmed, he'll offer you a break.

Bonnie has the strongest control over his anger, but it will slip through on one occasion.

If your abuser happens to show up at the megaplex, whether knowing you work there or not, Bonnie will immediately step in to protect you, even going so far as to physically stop them, no matter if they're he/she/they/it, it won't matter to this rabbit.

Bonnie's willing to anger management to protect you and will immediately have them banned from the megaplex to keep you safe in his burrow.

And know, despite Bonnie's protectiveness and interferences, he will never think you weaker for not being able to handle signs of anger from others.

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Not only will Bonnie protect you, he'll help you heal in time, to become strong enough to stand on your own once more. But he will always be there to protect you if you need or ask for it.

Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Monty Gator

Monty won't notice exactly what's wrong at first, but he'll still pick up on it, especially when he notices the dark circles, frustration, and constant exhaustion.

Monty won't approach you at first, just figure you're having a bad day and leave you alone, as he doesn't want to make things worse by his anger.

Once you start injuring yourself on accident, bumping into walls, dropping tools and equipment, or get feisty with guests, then Monty will approach. But be patient with him, his worry tends to show as anger so if he's gruff, try to stay calm.

Monty is a rough alligator, but deep down he cares for all his hatchlings. He's worries you'll hurt yourself on the various dangers throughout his attraction and it ends up showing aggressively.

If you're near Gator Golf, Monty will drag you deep into an unused area, or his green room if not, to try his best to talk to you to figure out what's wrong.

Once you explain what's going on, and if it's ready been going on for a few days or long, Monty will be irritated. But not at you, with himself for not catching it sooner.

If you work in Gator Golf, Monty will either put you on light duty or make you take frequent breaks. But when he's not at a concert or stuck in his green room, he'll be at your side in an attempt to let you rest knowing he's there to protect you from your nightmares.

If you happen to work nights, things will go about the same, except Monty will be at your side every minute. If his couch is in standing order, something he'll attempt to keep himself from destroying, he'll snatch you away to nap in his green room.

Monty isn't the best singer, but he'll play his bass as you nap, if you can, to assure you that he's still there, watching over his hatchling.

If you can't sleep, Monty won't force you to but he would prefer you to at least rest and relax.

Anytime you start to stir in your sleep from yet another nightmare, or any signs at all, Monty will pick up his bass and play for you, or rest a comforting hand on you.

After Monty gets the hang of your side effects of sleep deprivation, especially if it includes anger and frustration, he'll do his best to control his around you. He knows it's not your fault in your losing fight with nightmares.

Anytime you need Monty, when he's not a busy alligator as he is a rockstar, he'll be there at you're side to help you through it.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Why were you, a lowly janitor, in Darth Vader's office some might wonder. But for some reason, a reason he never answered, the Supreme Commander trusted you alone to keep his office clean. Over the years of your service to the Empire, a few high commanders had gained your trust, and it caught the attention of the Supreme Commander himself. Every time he was on the space station, you were immediately assigned to him alone, not that you minded as the position actually had a lot of down time. All you had to do was wait hand and foot on the Supreme Commander, and keep both his office and living space clean.

As your hand grasped around the thick fabric, possibly made of heavy wool but you weren't sure, the fabric felt soft and warm to the touch. You lifted it off the chair, long adjusted to the hefty weight of the cape, and splayed it out against your chest. The end of the cape pooled at your feet, suited for a man that loomed over everyone he commanded. As you pulled the cape away from your chest, you allowed yourself a small smile through the thick facade you had created to save your sanity.

After a quick glance at the office door, you swung the cape around your shoulders, its hefty weight giving a comfort you hadn't felt in many years. A grasp and a tug had the cape fluttering around you to enclose yourself within it. You let out a heavy sigh as the weight on your shoulders started to drag you down, your body heat gently encased within. Slowly, with the assistance of the cape, you sank into the chair it had once rested upon.

You let your head rest along the back edge of the chair, worn out from a long day of servitude to the Supreme Commander. As your eyes traced mindless shapes by slowly connecting the distant stars and suns visible through the glass panes, a thick fog of sleep creeped in. You don't know how long you stared out into deep space before your eyes started to droop and closed as you drifted to sleep. Sometime later, lost to the dark void of sleep, your ears picked up the sound of mechanical breathing and the resounding stomps of heavy boots. But your mind was far too laden with sleep to comprehend what the sounds meant.

-

Despite everything Vader had come to know about you, this what he never expected, to find you fast asleep in a chair. At first, he had to admit it shocked him, to find you in such a vulnerable state. He could easily snap your neck for the discretion, wake you as he slowly suffocated the life from your small frame, or simply throw you into a wall. If it had been anyone else deep asleep, wrapped in his cloak, he would have. But it had been you, a few stray hairs fallen across your face that he reached a hand out to brush them away. He stopped himself before he could, a gentle gesture he had done for her so many times.

Instead of losing his mind to the past he moved around his desk to sit down, but try as he might, he couldn't pay attention to his task at hand. His eyes kept drifting to you, the fallen locks of hair, and the soft rise of your chest, just barely visible under the heavy cloak. To think you could trust to sleep around him, a man that had slaughtered so many without remorse, tugged at something in his mind. And wrapped in his cloak, a symbol of who he had become, and the death and destruction of the man who carried it. Yet here you were, comforted in it's warm embrace enough to fall asleep in his domain.

What had been your thoughts when you placed it on your shoulders? Was it of the fear that laced the eyes of those who cast their sights on it? Or had it had simply just been a cloak to play with like a child played with a blanket? He wanted to know, to know why you never showed fear in his presence, a sensation he couldn't even detect with the force. The first time he had seen you, refusing to show emotion to anyone, no fear laced in your eyes, it had intrigued him.

At that point, those few years ago, he had long since grown bored of the fear that followed in his quake. You had been something so refreshing, such a lowly position no one paid attention to you, he decided to have you assigned to him. At first it was to watch the fear slowly creep in your eyes, a strong facade you could only keep for so long. But yet, here you were, still loyal to him and no fear ever reached your eyes.

He pulled his eyes away from you to look out the glass panels, the same stars your eyes must have been gazing at as you fell asleep. Despite the years he had known you, had you under his command, you never spoke of your past. Did you have a family once, a mother like he did? Or had it all been ripped away to serve the Empire, like it had been for him, to serve the Jedi Order that he now despised.

A faint rustle of fabric and his eyes were back on you, his mind ripped back to the present. You had shifted slightly in your sleep, possibly uncomfortable from falling asleep in a chair. Before he could stop his body, he stood up. But for what? You should be uncomfortable, you fell asleep in his domain, should have killed you for the discretion. As he sat back down, he would wait just a little longer before he would decided your fate.

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Deep in the void of darkness, you felt your body stir, and not by your own cognitive thoughts. Your body and mind felt thick and heavy as it was lifted into a firm embrace. Your mind fought for conciousness, desperate to survive the sudden invasive touch. Slowly your mind picked up such familiar sounds once more, deep mechanical breathing and heavy resounding stomps, but no matter how much you tried, the placement eluded you.

Your body began to relax into the unyielding touch, despite your unconscious struggle, head resting against a warm fabric. Just as your mind started to return to the emptiness of sleep, you let out a hushed content sigh, body lost to the firm yet comforting touch you had denied yourself for so long.

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As he picked you up from the chair, one arm hooked under your legs and the other wrapped around your shoulders, he could sense the internal struggle within you, your instincts to survive. Your desperate attempts to fight him off within your mind pleased him, even lost to sleep you still had the will to live. The content sigh as your body caved to the familiar aura he radiated, tugged at his mind. It was something he once seeked from you, a sign of weakness, but he gained no gratification from it now. For he himself, Darth Vader the Supreme Commander, had come to seek comfort in your own presence.

It was something he could hardly let himself think to admit, and never to you. For despite what was thought to be known of Sith Lords and their ability to have whatever they wanted, if he ever showed empathy towards you, it would mean your death. You had become his one weakness in the dark world both of you resided within, a weakness he could never come to pass.

As gently as his mechanical limbs would allow, he laid you down on his bed, your mind had already lost it's struggle for consciousness. You let out another content sigh as your head rested upon the pillow, another noise he refused to admire. He turned away from your body, still wrapped in his cloak, to sit in a chair that occupied his bedroom as he waited for you to wake.

-

Once again, your mind fought for consciousness, the sensation of your body laying on something soft startling it awake. As you sat up, the cape fell off your shoulders, exposing your body to the cold air of the space station. You shivered from the sudden lack of warmth as you rubbed at your eyes, mind making feeble attempts to comprehend where you were.

As you stirred awake, your mind picked up the familiar sound of a steady mechanical breathing, except this time your mind grasped onto whom it belonged to. You didn't know where he was, but your mind instantly knew you were in the presence of the Supreme Commander.

In your attempt to rush to salute the Supreme Commander, your legs twisted in the cape, forcing you to stumble in your attempt. Fear and utter terror laced through your whole body as you halfway slid off the bed, legs still bound by the heavy fabric. As you lay there for a moment, knowing your impeding death would come painfully, a deep, rich laugh echoed throughout the room.

Your mind reeled, stumbling in the dark room to find the source of the laughter, but yet in shock that the Supreme Commander would be laughing, and at you. Try as you might, the cape wouldn't untangle from your legs as you slid them off the bed to the floor. Your hands grasped the fabric as you attempted once more to unwrap you legs.

"That's what it take to see fear in your eyes."

You stop your struggle when you hear the same deep rich voice speak and a shiver runs down your spine as you turn your head to find the source in the dark. You know that voice well, long since memorized in your years of servitude to him, the Supreme Commander. Just as you open your mouth to speak an apology, the cape loosens around your legs, allowing you to pull it free from your legs. In an instant, your on feet at a full salute in the direction the voice came from.

"Supreme Commander, I apologize for my multiple indiscretions. I will not-"

"Don't let it happen again."

"Yes, my lord."

You heart beat frantically as you awaited your punishment, death, whatever the Supreme Commander deemed fitting for your indiscretions. Ever so slowly, you managed to force yourself to steady your heart, facade returned and fear long since smothered. And yet, no punishment came, no more words uttered from the Supreme Commander.

Was this to be your punishment? Awaiting death through every pound of your heart, every breath your lungs took in, always in the back of your mind. You stayed saluted in attention, despite the weariness in your body, the stiffness in your legs as your knees locked up. Fear tried to creep it's way back into your mind, but you quickly tamped it down. You deserved your punishment for your indiscretions.

"So that's how you hide it so well."

"Supreme Commander?" You dared to speak, unsure if you were allowed to.

"Your fear."

There was a pause in his voice, only sounds to fill the silence was the rhythmic mechanical breathing and the steady pound of your heart.

He had been curious about your lack of fear? Granted everyone feared the Supreme Commander, a man that killed without remorse, or so it had seemed to others. But to you, he was still a man underneath the helmet, black suit, and heavy cape. He still had to have feelings, right?

You may have served the Empire in a lowly position for most of your life, but it only made life easier for you, in both living and in the observation of others. And the Supreme Commander had been no different, thoughts of him only strengthened under the years of your servitude. Many times you watched him slaughter those under his command for incompetence. But yet, he had spared some, especially those in lower positions like yourself, from the true punishment they deserved. In the end, you noticed there had to be some humanity left, or so you hoped.

"What are you thinking right now?"

"Supreme Commander?" You repeated, his voice breaking into your thoughts.

"Your thoughts, I want to know what you think of me."

"Yes, Supreme Commander. I was thinking..." your voice trails off as you gather your courage, or is it stupidity. "Are you- do you have any humanity left? You haven't given me my punishment for my indiscretions. And I have seen you spare... others the same way."

"You dare defy your lord?"

"No!" You cut yourself off to regain control of your voice. "No, Supreme Commander, I've always wondered is all. Your different from the other commanders."

The Supreme Commander went silent except for the steady mechanical breathing once more.

"Not that you aren't feared by others, Supreme Commander." You scramble to recover yet another indiscretion. "But, when it's just the two of us, like now, you seem so much more... human."

Your stiff body continued to plead for relief, a break to sit down, or at least relax. But you denied it's wish, unwilling to risk another punishment, or speed up your impending death.

"Sit."

Your body eagerly follows the command, a chance for the rest it seeks as you sit down on the bed.

"No, I have no humanity left."

Despite your question being answered, it didn't feel right. A lie, a misdirection perhaps or, something you didn't think would ever come to pass, a quiet plea for some humanity. A scowl forms on your face, unhappy with the answer. You were going to die so you might as well risk asking one more question.

"Do I remind you of the humanity you once lost?"

The Supreme Commander went silent as if to mull over your question, and before you could take it back, he answered.

"Yes."

"Why me?" The question slipped out before you could pull it back, a slight trace of fear lacing through your heart that you quickly smothered.

"You never feared nor hated me."

A hushed sigh of relief escapes your lips at his reply. So maybe he really did have some humanity left, just buried so deep it was lost to him. Before you could open your mouth to speak again, a cold clothed hand wrapped around your neck. Not enough to cut your breathing off, but enough to know who it belonged to. You sat patiently, hands resting in your lap, as you awaited your punishment and your death.

"Take the cloak and leave my presence."

Confusion slips through your facade at the words. The hand holding your throat prisoner released it's grip before it vanished in the dark. After a few heavy stomps resound through the room, you stand up from the bed to pick the cloak off the floor. You quickly fold it in your arms before you leave the room, feet finding the well known path in the darkness.

A faint smile crosses your face as the door closed behind you, the cape heavier in your arms than it had been before. So your Lord Vader did have some humanity left after all. Your footsteps sound quietly through the office as you make your way out. You did plan to return the cape, but it wouldn't hurt to borrow it for a while.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

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She stood in front of the abandoned megaplex, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex to be precise. The megaplex had been abandoned since a fire broke out within the building a couple years before. Instead of the company rebuilding or demolishing the building, they left it abandoned. She sighed as she steeled herself and trudged to the front entrance. The memory of why she was here came to mind, a dare. Her friends thought she was a coward from staying away from the abandoned building. But she had every right to be, people had entered before her, most came back, but not all. It was rumored that an animatronic survived the fire and still lived within it. Her boots crunched against the broken glass as she pulled a door open and walked inside. 

The entrance, despite being abandoned and ravaged for years, was breathtaking. A massive statue of the lead singer, Freddy Fazbear, still stood in his former glory. She had memories of this place in its heyday, of the band that played with it's cheesy eighties remakes and decor. She scoffed at herself to break herself from the memory, and from the statue. As she continued deeper, she found spray paint markings along the walls, several posters and decor missing. Most of the building had already been plundered by other trespassers, but all she had to do was find something small like a piece of merchandise to grab and ditch the place. She sighed as she wandered even deeper, past several attractions that had nearly been destroyed by the fire. 

As she came across a curious attraction, Monty's Golf to be precise, she stopped and looked around. Most of the green foliage, golf courses, and more had been ravaged by the fire. The deep canals that once ran through, clear as could be, were dried up to barely any water in the bottom. What water did remain had festered into a rotten slurry of trash and sludge. She sighed at the sad sight, despite the stench that rolled up from the bottom. As she turned away, she thought she heard the skitter of something in the distance. From what she could tell, there was nothing she could snag left in this portion of the megaplex.

She made her way deeper into the abandoned megaplex and found herself in front of a set of massive wooden doors. The hinges looked decrepit and rusted, but they still moved as she opened a door. Slowly, she peeked her head inside and swiveled the flashlight around. Her heart began to race as she thought she caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows. As she slowed the movement of her flashlight and stepped inside, her heart dropped in her chest as she slipped on a wood block and let out a strangled cry. As she fell backwards, a hand grabbed her arm before two more followed, another on her other arm and on her waist. Her breath hitched in her lungs as the hands sat down on the ground, a weak glitched voice sounded in the darkness.

"Such a mess, a mess."

She had dropped her flashlight during her fall, just out of her reach. She held her breath as her body shook in fear. The stories of an animatronic that still lived in the abandoned megaplex were true. She stumbled over her words as she spoke into the darkness.

"W-who, what, are you…" her voice trailed off into the darkness.

"Ah, a new friend! How impolite of me! I am Eclipse." The glitching voice spoke again as clicks and whirs of machinery echoed in the darkness.

Before she could speak again, the three hands grabbed her again and lifted her to her feet. A hand released her arm before the flashlight moved in the darkness. She felt the cold metal pressed into her hand before she wrapped her fingers around it. The remaining hands released her as more clicks and whirs sounded in the darkness. Her heart beat frantically in her throat as she kept the light downcast, afraid if she lifted the light, the animatronic named Eclipse would kill her. Instead, she focused her attention on getting away.

"Excuse me, Eclipse is your name right?"

"Yes! And it's been so long since we had a new friend!" 

"Well, Eclipse, my name is Y/N and it's been nice meeting you, but I need to go."

"No you can't go just yet! We haven't had time to play yet!" The voice glitched to a higher tone. 

Her heart dropped in her chest as she carefully slid her foot backwards. "I really need to go, I'm trespassing and I shouldn't be here."

"Naughty child." The glitched voice dropped low as it spoke. "Trespassing is against the rules. We will have to punish you for that."

She turned to run as fear overwhelmed her mind, utter terror iced her heart as she reached the door. Just as she began to slip through, a hand grabbed her arm and leg. The hands tugged her back as she let out a high scream, tears pooled in her eyes. She dropped the flashlight in her struggle to fight against the hands just before the door was yanked shut. Another scream was cut off as one of the hands smothered her mouth and nose. Her back was pressed against something hard as Eclipse spoke to her again.

"Trespassing is against the rules, and trespassing means no one knows you're here." Eclipse broke out into a high pitched giggle. "That means you are now ours to play with for as long as we want."

Fresh tears pooled in her eyes before they slipped down her face, the hand still smothered her ability to speak and breathe. What did Eclipse mean by their's, was there more of the animatronics? She shut her eyes against the darkness as she silently screamed in her mind before the loss of oxygen started to take its toll. Her mind slipped into the darkness that surrounded her as her lungs burned for air. Before long, her body slumped as the darkness completely enveloped her mind and body.

-

When she opened her eyes, silence and darkness still remained. Her head pounded as she sat up and quietly sighed. She listened for the clicks and whirs that might mean Eclipse was nearby, but she didn't hear anything. Slowly she stood up and found her balance in the dark, despite her pounding headache. She took a few steps before she stopped as she found the thudding of her boots didn't echo. As she knelt down and brushed her fingers against the floor, she found carpeting that hadn't been destroyed by the fire. Her confusion and fear only grew as she took a few steps and went to reach for her phone to find it missing. She turned around and took the few steps back to where she hoped she had been on the floor and started to search for it.

As her hands searched blindly in the dark, she came across something soft. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around it and brought it to her face, not that it did any good as she couldn't see it in the darkness. Instead she used her fingers to trace it's design in the darkness. A hushed gasp escaped her lips as she recognized who the plush had been designed after, Sun the daycare attendant. She sat down on her legs as her fingers continued to trace the plush in the darkness and brought fond memories of the animatronic came to light.

She began to remember her very first visit to the megaplex, one of few but she had enjoyed them while they lasted. She was only five then and had been sent to the daycare, the only time she was sent, and despite the excitement of the massive green slide and the ball pit at the end, she feared the daycare attendant when they showed up. She scoffed into the darkness at the thought of fearing Sun, they had quickly smoothed her fear and showed her how fun the daycare had been. Sun and she had colored pictures, played in the structures, and several other games for hours until she had been picked up by her older brother. 

She sighed into the silence as she set the plush down, another faint memory coming to the forefront of her mind. It was blurry from the darkness but she could faintly make out bright blue eyes. She shook her head to clear it away, she had to focus on escaping. Unable to find her phone or flashlight, she stood up and started to slowly walk into the darkness. She lifted her feet just barely above the ground, occasionally skimming the ground, to prevent herself from tripping on anything in the darkness. Progress was slow, but she eventually found a wall that she traced around a couple corners to a door. Her heartbeat picked up as she found the handle, only to have her hopes dashed as it was locked. She tried again, her heart pounding in her chest as fear began to rise once more. She twisted the doorknob quickly, hoping to break the lock, anything to allow her escape. 

With her hopes of escape dashed, she sunk down along the door as tears slipped from her eyes. She lost track of how long she waited in the darkness, what felt like hours could have only been a few minutes. Her mind drifted to another memory of the megaplex as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. 

She was about twelve this time, here for a school friend's birthday party. Her older brother had walked her to the party room before he left with a promise to be back when it was over. She couldn't blame him for leaving, it was a bunch of girls at the party. As the party went on, she ended up against a wall. She barely knew any of the girls outside of school and only came as it was a chance to get inside the megaplex. While the birthday girl and others were distracted opening presents, she made her escape.

She wandered around the megaplex having already spent her faztokens in Fazcade. Despite the pizza and cake she had at the party, hunger started to gnaw at her stomach once more. She switched her focus to finding her brother, he told her that he'd be in the bowling alley if she needed to find him. As she made her way to the alley, she ended up near the daycare's wooden doors. She heard angry shouts coming from as she walked closer to find a parent yelling at Sun over something she couldn't make out. She sighed and stayed back as the event unfolded. What could she do anyhow, she was barely twelve. After the angry parent left, she quickly dashed to the daycare doors before Sun could close them. 

"Sun! Wait up!" She called out to him.

Sun stopped and turned to look at her, the animatronics looked curiously at her. "Hello! Are you here for a pick up?"

"No, actually, I'm here to see you." She paused as a bit of sadness slipped into her face. "Um, I'm sorry I couldn't stop the angry person from yelling at you."

"Oh no no! There's nothing to be sorry about! It's not your responsibility to take care of them." Sun's tone turned high and cheery. "Would you like to play some games or color?"

She laughed at Sun's enthusiasm. "Do you not remember me? I did only come once though. My name's Y/N."

Sun gasped in an exaggerated manner. "Y/N! Of course I remember you! Come in, come in! I've missed you!"

She laughed again as she followed Sun into the daycare. The place was busy for a Saturday, or at least busier than she remembered. As a few kids ran up to Sun, they introduced her to the kids. 

"My friends! This is one of my oldest friends, Y/N. So treat her with respect like you do me and we can all have lots of fun together!"

She waved at the kids, a bit nervous to be in the daycare surrounded by young children. "Hello, it's nice to meet you all."

After the children gave their greetings and hellos, they ran off as Sun distracted them with another game to play. She stayed in the daycare and played, drawed, and colored with Sun so long she lost track of time. As she was drawing yet another picture, she jumped at the sound of her name.

"Y/N! I've been looking all over for you!"

She looked up from her picture to see her brother standing beside the table, a rabbit animatronic she remembered to be Bonnie right behind him. She flinched from the angry tones of his voice before she replied.

"I'm in the safest place in this place, nothing to flip out about."

"You were supposed to-" her brother was cut off when Bonnie placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We found her and she is right, clover. Ease up on your anger." Bonnie spoke to her brother. 

She sighed as she stood up and left her picture behind. "Time for me to go Sun, I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."

"Come see me again, solar flare!"

She stormed out of the daycare ahead of her brother and Bonnie. She ignored them as she made her way to the entrance, but she was curious about what they were speaking about and dropped closer to them while still staying ahead.

"You were a bit harsh back there, clover."

"I know, I'm sorry. Ya been teaching me to control my anger but it still slips through. I just worry about her, our parents aren't…" Her brother broke off in a deep sigh.

"I know, clover, I've seen the bruises. As soon as you turn sixteen you need to get a job here so I can protect you."

"I can't leave her to handle them on her own, she's too young and I'm her older brother. It's my responsibility to protect her from their anger." 

Bruises? Was their parents beating her older brother? She hadn't seen anything of the sorts, but she did spend her days in her room or outside. Tears pricked at her eyes from her brother's words, she may only be twelve but she could handle herself. But… what Bonnie said about protecting her brother had her curious. How could a robot learn to care about someone so much? They were all just metal and wires with programming, built to entertain children. They couldn't gain sentient feelings, could they?

The memory ended with thoughts of her brother still on her mind. As soon as he turned sixteen, he got a job at the megaplex. When he turned eighteen, he moved out of their parents' home. She often visited him, sometimes crashing at his place as their parents' anger started to turn against her when he moved out. The following year, the fire had broken out at the megaplex she was trapped in. Not long after, her brother had disappeared as well, no one could figure out where he disappeared to. She had worried for him after he disappeared, but in the end, she wasn't surprised. After Bonnie disappeared, her brother hadn't been the same, his anger out of control. He never directed it towards her, but she knew that he had fallen in love with Bonnie, despite the fact the rabbit was an animatronic.

Fresh tears slipped down her face at the memory of her brother. Maybe this is what had happened to him, lost to the megaplex that was once Bonnie's home. And now she too was lost to the destruction, trapped by Eclipse. Eclipse! The name brought a thought to her mind, she remembered that an eclipse was when the sun covered the moon, or vice versa. She remembered, just barely, that there were hushed rumors of the megaplex that there were once two daycare attendants, Sun and she couldn't remember the other's name. But maybe Sun had survived the fire and fused with another animatronic to survive. Maybe she could get Sun to remember her as she came back to visit him a couple more times after her brother got the job and received discounts on tickets. With that thought, she took a deep breath and stood up. She hesitated for a second before she knocked on the door with hope that her plan worked.

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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore