Me With My Head In My Hands As I Realize Princess Quest Can't Be The Canon Ending Given The State Of

me with my head in my hands as I realize princess quest can't be the canon ending given the state of things in ruin vs how that ending actually goes and I am once again extremely confused over ruin

★ — Gregory would be lying if he said he weren't afraid to be back in the pizzaplex. To be face to face with the man who looks upon him with such cold eyes. But he refuses to let that fear show — eyes narrowed, chin held high as he stares right back, his gaze only flickering as the disembodied titter chimes throughout the space.

The mention of Cassie is a crack in his persona — brown hues widening ( his own heartbeat picking up, lurching into his throat at the thought that his friend might be hurt ), sucking in a breath with a barely - heard gasp. Whatever happens to him be damned, Gregory will get Cassie out safely.

"I know she isn't, as long as she's still in here. She's — she doesn't have anything to do with any of this. I'm the one that got away, so let her leave."

"Easy." The response is simple, the head guard's eyes cold. No need to keep the façade, considering the place was no longer in function. He had to find new ways to get sources of remnant. "I see everything that goes on in this place, Gregory," His hands are folded behind his back, curious to how much information the kid knows, "You had your dear friend, and I have mine." A distorted giggle rises from no discernable location--those with the augmentations could see Glitchtrap looming behind Alex. Hi lips curl into a cruel smile, "Do you think Cassie is safe right now?"

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.

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.

★ — 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."

This is how they’re coping