Literally Half Of Writing Gregory Is Just Finding New Ways To Stress Michael Out. Unrelated Anyways I

literally half of writing gregory is just finding new ways to stress michael out. unrelated anyways I think gregory should meet ennard

❛  we  can’t  go  back .  ❜

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 .    (   lyric starters  originating  from  the  works  of  grandson .   mature  &  dark  themes  are  present ,   tread  with  caution .   ) 

★ — Gregory shouldn't want to go back. He knows this. After spending an entire night trapped within its walls desperate for an exit, narrowly escaping death at every turn, begging the clock to turn faster, the pizzaplex should be the last place he wants to return to. It's dangerous. Undoubtedly so. There's the obvious ; the sinkhole it was built on top of claiming the foundation, pulling it back into oblivion as it was always bound to do. The resulting fire from the collapse only further damaged the structural integrity. It was unsafe to enter. Condemned. Even if it were possible to repair the inside, the very ground it stood on was a liability.

That's what the news had been saying — Gregory had been following the story closely, desperate for something to make everything make sense.

Because, of course, it was more than that. None of the articles mentioned what lurked in the shadows. There was no telling what shape the animatronics were in, or if they were even still active. The last time he had seen them, their conditions had been rough ; and it hadn't been enough to stop them. Nothing seemed to. Perhaps the fire hadn't, either. If they were still roaming the halls, surely their anger and despair had only grown. What would they do if they were to see him again? They hadn't hesitated to attack before he had destroyed them.

And what of Vanny? Was she still hunting him? Would she still linger around the place that had once been her playground, even with the danger? Or was she perhaps clearing the debris, making a pathway down, down, down to the basement once more, ensuring whatever she had been in the process of wouldn't be interrupted.

He thinks of the basement, and a chill runs up his spine. What if that thing was still alive? What if it didn't burn?

And yet, despite it all a feeble protest builds in the back of his throat, a childish whine that he can't quite stop from escaping. Going back was stupid, idiotic, any other kid would want to run far, far away. But for Gregory, one thought pushes its way to the forefront of his mind.

"Freddy — he's still there. Why can't I go see him?"

Because Freddy would protect him, a fact of which Gregoy was entirely certain of. The animatronic had spent the entire night proving as much, pushing his programming to its absolute limit out of nothing but genuine concern for the boy. He cared, far more than anyone Gregory had encountered before, with no reason to ; by all accounts, Gregory was a rule - breaker speaking nonsense, but Freddy had listened. And after keeping him safe, he had stayed behind.

It wasn't sustainable to bring an animatronic with them. Freddy was still set to low power mode, and wouldn't last long without the recharge stations. He couldn't leave. But goddammit, Gregory misses him.

"I'll stay by the entrance. With the power gone, the doors can't lock me in and nothing can get me if I can leave. And you know Freddy wouldn't let anything happen to me. Plus the entrance is the furthest from Roxy Raceway so it's the least likely to crumble, and if Freddy still has Roxy's eyes he'll be able to tell if somethings going wrong. It's safe. You know it is. Freddy's all alone in there. It's not fair! I should be able to go see him!"

Stranger Danger!

save who you can save

When you’re lost in the darkness, Look for the light

My problem is I never healed I just kept going