Hi Hello I'm Dangling Gregory Over The Dash Like He Is A Limp Kitten If Anyone Wants To Plot Anything

hi hello I'm dangling gregory over the dash like he is a limp kitten — if anyone wants to plot anything or bug him through my inbox to get a thread going I am here finally ♡

❛ See, this is why no one lets you make the plans. ❜ ( from cassidy in her SB AU who is absolutely about to come up with a worse one ( said jokingly obv ) / @ladyseidr )

inbox spring cleaning

★ — "Hey ——!"

Quickly shouted in slight - offense, his brows furrowed and mouth forming a small ' o '. He manages to pull himself together before continuing, pulling his volume into a hissed - whisper.

"Screw you, I'm great at plans!" ( highly debatable, if their current predicament were anything to judge ). "Like you could come up with anything better."

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

I think this is a buzzfeed unsolved meme from months ago

★ — There's a frown tugging at the corner of his lips which he doesn't bother to completely fight off ; he wears it more akin to a pout, his lower lip ( unconsciously ) jutted out ever so slight, his brows almost comically furrowed. They hadn't made it far into the sinkhole — the elevator had been broken, evidently stuck at the bottom.

Why? Why was it all the way down there? If it were the only elevator, shouldn't it have brought someone back to the pizzaplex itself before getting stuck? Was someone down there? Had it fallen?

The sound of her voice brings him out of his thoughts ; he blinks, his expression falling to something childlike and confused.

"I, uh .... really don't think I needed a reminder."

there’s nothing reassuring about what you just said.

this has DEFINITELY been in my inbox for like a year

★ — Nose scrunches up in obvious distaste ; Gregory shies a little closer to Freddy, tucking himself just close enough to his leg that he could dart behind the animatronic should he feel the need to. If the bear notices, he doesn't comment — likely for the better.

"What? All I said is Freddy's been helping me. He's not like the other animatronics — obviously, cause he's standing right here and not doing anything."

Freddy seems to shift uncomfortably at this comment. Gregory lets his eyes flicker back towards him, but doesn't acknowledge it more than that.

"The others can't see me when I'm in his stomach hatch— I know it's for cake, but I fit, and there's nowhere else for me to hide! It's how I hid from the security guard the first time! And we're careful about not using too much power!"

She honestly doesn't remember when Gregory's birthday had come up, maybe in a conversation about them sharing a birthday? Doesn't matter, she know it, so she tries to do something. Even if that something is...largely just stolen Fazbear goods. A cake made using the Pizzaplex's ingredients and recipes, a card she put together, and few pieces of Freddy-centric merchandise. All of which is set out on the table she's guiding him to. "Happy birthday, little guy." Hey, maybe the cake will put him into a sugar coma for the night.

★ — He has no idea where it is that Addy wants to lead him to, yet he follows with little convincing needed .... and a significant amount of whining, intentionally annoying ( sometimes he really can't help himself ), saying she should just tell him already before they stop at the little table and —— .

Oh. That's not what he'd been expecting.

It stops him dead in his tracks, quickly falling silent. He didn't even know she knew his birthday — doesn't remember the small - talk amongst nights upon nights of him sneaking in and her trying to keep him under control. Hadn't crossed his mind then that she might remember. ( no one ever did ).

So now Gregory stands wide - eyed, gaping like a fish as he glances between the older teen and the small display in front of him.

"You — how'd you — why —— uhm."

He can feel his cheeks heating up from embarrassment, quickly scrubbing a hand against his face as if that might hide the color.

"What's the catch?"

❛ Conserve your ammo. Goes faster than you think. Especially at target practice. ❜ congrats gregory you got your gun 🎉

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — Before Michael can even finish his introductory warning, the kid is scoffing and rolling his eyes. Off to a great start!

"You're acting like I don't know how to use a gun. Orphan, remember? FEDRA school? They teach us how to do stuff like this, that's the whole point of keeping us around."

Small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he leans forward onto the rock that Michael's situated them behind for the purpose of target practice. Straight ahead is an empty can of food. Gregory squints to narrow his focus, flicks the safety off, pulls the trigger, and —— fires.

He misses completely.

"Shit. Wait — I can do better than that, hang on!"