"just Tell Me What's Going On." From Sun? Omg.......

"just tell me what's going on." From Sun? Omg.......

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #12

★ — Gregory suddenly feels very small.

He's exhausted ; absolutely on edge, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings despite how relatively quiet the area surrounding the daycare has been, almost as if he's scared to stop. His breathing is slightly erratic, shaky from his weariness and although he has been doing his best to seem fearless, he finds his constitution wavering in what seems to be a still moment.

"I don't ... I don't know."

It's the truth, however little it is. Gregory doesn't know why he was trapped in the pizzaplex, why the security guard seems so intent on catching him, why the animatronics are hunting him down. He's beginning to piece things together, but it's not enough.

( and he is so, so tired, and so afraid ).

He's been on his own, taking care of himself for years, but this is too much. He's still a child.

Sun seems to be like Freddy ; unaffected by whatever it may be that's corrupting the other animatronics. Perhaps that's what allows Gregory to take a breath in front of them. His guard isn't fully down ( perhaps slightly afraid that whatever it is will take hold of them too, any second now ), but it's a slight reprieve. And Sun — Sun makes him falter slightly. ( do they really care? or is it something in their coding, sun's and freddy's, that make him feel like for once someone gives a shit about him? ).

"I'm trying to leave. B-but something — someone's keeping me trapped here. I don't know. I think they want to kill me ....."

once again encouraging y’all to let your muses adopt gregory

“So, how about it, huh..? Wanna be a Schmidt?”

💨 AIR JAIL AIR JAIL

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★ — "The hell's wrong with you —— !!"

For the sake of his pride, he'd really appreciate if Michael ignored the way he'd squeaked ( both in surprise and a brief flash of fear ) when he'd scooped him up, arms and legs immediately swinging in an attempt to fight back before he'd even processed who exactly it was that'd grabbed him so suddenly. Too bad Michael's holding him a bit too far away from his hits to actually reach. So instead he's just kinda flailing uselessly.

He knows he's in trouble. There's no use in trying to pretend he's not ; he'd run off to the pizzaplex ( to talk to Freddy, thank you very much ) again without telling his guardian. But knowing he's in trouble doesn't mean he's gonna go quietly. His attention turns from flailing to instead grabbing at the hands that have a grip on him, trying to pry them off.

"Michael! Seriously! Fucking put me down!"

💨 jail to stop him from getting into things at the pizzaplex

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★ — "Addy —— !!"

He squawks as he's hoisted into the air, legs dangling helplessly beneath him as he attempts to pull the hands that grip him off.

Okay, maybe this is deserved — he knows he tests the teenager's patience almost every night, both intentionally and not. It was only a matter of time before she did something about it. He just didn't expect being held in the air at arms length like some sort of naughty cat. Gregory is so glad Freddy isn't around to see this. It's fucking embarrassing.

"C'moooon, lemme gooooo."

And now he's straight up whining, half - heartedly kicking his legs at the air between them.

"I promise I'll listen t'you tonight, just — put me back down!!"