Gregory's Expression Twists Into An Over - Exaggerated Show Of Annoyance, Fully Prepared To Throw Another

★ — Gregory's expression twists into an over - exaggerated show of annoyance, fully prepared to throw another snarky response back at the digital rabbit before it speaks once more — and all of Gregory's scrappy attitude gives way to pure surprise and confusion.

"Juggling? But aren't you stuck in the files?"

( he may be michael's charge, but that doesn't mean michael has told him anything about the past ).

Does his best not to focus on the way it follows him, looming always just beside him. It's unnerving, intimidating, but Gregory refuses to let that show. Focuses on moving ahead with no distractions, nothing to slow him down. Bites into his lower lip, considering his companion's words.

"Okay — we've still got time to get to her. Hopefully ... Moon's not active. I didn't ever see what happened to the Daycare Attendant after I left."

𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 -- "you didn't know me." he makes a point to remind with gravelly tone. [...] "and might i remind you -- snot nosed little brat -- you also need my help."

doesn't need to explain himself. his hatred for children turned from steadfast adoration. turned sour by the fruits of his own planted seed. yes. [...] "if i can recall - i was quite the skilled juggler, in my time." is all he adds. sure if this child knows michael, he has no idea of all the good that was once william afton

floating form trails him -- before the rubble. staying within view as a large heightened presence. moving with gregory's line of sight, instead of remaining transfixed.

"no." [...] "i believe your dastardly counterpart has just welcomed her to daycare."

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TWO IMPORTANT NOTES going forward as I've had a large influx of followers and want to maintain my account as a comfy space —

I am going to be adding it to my rules that this account is 18+. obviously this isn't because of the content I write considering I literally write a ten year old, but for my own comfort. I am a 24 year old pre - college program professor. my students are 17 years old. I am uncomfortable interacting with minors in any capacity other than a strictly professional one.

I am uncomfortable with Gregory dying in threads. I understand the nature of the source material means him being at risk of death is common. however, again. he's ten years old and fighting for his life. it feels unbearably hopeless to write him actually dying and I simply do not want to! him being hurt is fine with communication but please don't actually kill him.

you made me actually like gregory, & idk if i've told you that before. i wasn't his biggest fan, or even of princess quest ffs -- but you've made me fall in love with the au, and with gregory! you've made him so three dimensional and i feel so heavily for him, when you write him. it's so realistic! he's really in great hands, with you. i've so enjoyed being a part of witnessing and interacting with your interpretation. not everyone can do muses so young so nuanced, so i applaud you. :3 you're the best!

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saying my portrayal made you start liking gregory as a character is truly such an honor I know he can be a rather abrasive character but he is just a kid in a bad situation and it's important for me personally to try and balance that out but genuinely thank YOU for all our interactions I love writing with all your muses sooo much especially our pq au which makes me feel insane constantly

screw cassie hating gregory after ruin what about post scooper ending where gregory comes and gets her and vanessa takes them to the hill where cassie is glad to have her best friend back and gregory missed the one person he didn’t want to leave behind and now has her back

★ — The ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips thinking he's pushed her into giving in, only for his expression to twist into one of disbelief the moment Ollie insists on him staying by her side. Disbelief gives way to frustration and — oh, great, now he's pouting.

"That so not fair! I told you, I'm going in there for a reason. I'm not gonna be able to do anything if I'm stuck following you around!"

He's trying to look tough ( really, he is ), with his chin lifted, brows furrowed and arms folded over his chest. But it only goes so far when he's .... small. And ten. Quiet for a moment longer, almost out of defiance before eventually mumbling out a barely audible answer.

" ... m'Gregory."

She sees the fear from him, and for a moment, backs off a little. Ollie doesn't want to scare the kid, if only because she doesn't want him to go tell someone that someone claiming to be the owner's daughter is trying to break in. "Weird to go to the animatronic pizza place, then," she mutters, but looks him over one more time.

"Okay," she relents, giving up on the possibility that she's actually going to figure anything out tonight. "But you stay right by me, alright? No wandering off to go play Midnight Motorist or something." And with that, she turns her attention to picking the lock on the door. "What's you're name, kid? I'm Ollie."