The figure slowly headed down the hallway. The hallway to the guards room. Right. It was there. Even with a fuzzy head he was pretty sure. Even more certain when he saw the light, walking up to the door and leaning over to stare into the room.-tsgo
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Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course, he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a better chance than he’d had, after all.
That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week, everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well, Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified thing he could in this given situation.
❛Fuck off!❜
“… uh. Well… the uh… the head just… won’t come off, I guess…? I think the uh… the bolts locked into place or something…. and uh… my hands arent exactly…” He held up his hands, flexing the animatronic fingers as much as they did and shrugged as best he could in the suit. “Not exactly… good for fine motor functions. Hah… maybe it doesnt want to let me out.”
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The night guard frowned, doubting that the suit wanted anything. Probably wasn’t even aware of the guy inside it. Finally, near the back of the head, Ollie managed to find a decent-sized gap and pulled hard as he could– not that that did any good. At all.
❛So, uh, got any ideas?❜
“… um… maybe uh- w-wait, we’re getting off topic!” He lifted his head tostare at the other open doorway. Right! Right. “U-uh, this door isnt working, right?? What about the other one? You should, uh, check it…? Its uh… Monday, right?” Mondays were easier… so it would explain why the static was easier to control.
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His frown only deepened but he did as the other night guard told him to, silently thanking god that the other door still worked. He hated that fucking chicken shitlord. Then he turned back towards the animatronic.
❛What was that idea you had?❜
"Ah... good. Thats good. You should, ah... what time is it...?" He stared over at the other door before looking at the night guard. "Umm... uh. Well... we could uh. Maybe a screwdriver or something....?"














