Aside From The Situation He's Ended Up Going Through, What's Gregory's Overall Opinion Of The Pizzaplex?

Aside from the situation he's ended up going through, what's Gregory's overall opinion of the Pizzaplex?

Admittedly, it's pretty hard for Gregory to separate his feelings on the night he spent in the pizzaplex from the pizzaplex as a whole. It's simply too big for him to just ignore and ( rightfully ) colors his perception of the entire Fazbear brand. It doesn't matter how many times Freddy tries to tell him the pizzaplex is meant to be a place of joy, or that the other glamrock animatronics are nice and caring — he doesn't like them!

It doesn't help that his own exposure to both the pizzaplex and Fazbear as a whole was pretty limited to second hand knowledge prior. Luxury children's entertainment has never been a priority in his life, especially when it seemed keeping a roof over his head and people to look after him was already a difficult enough feat.

He'd never been to the pizzaplex before, and sneaking in was for basic needs — shelter and food. Fazbear itself, the fun they promised within the building was all ... an afterthought. More than anything, it was easy to sneak into and Gregory thought it would be easy to hide in.

Before? He thought it was overwhelming, and maybe a little over the top. Obnoxious, in a way that made him slightly envious of the kids who regularly got to visit even if he'd never voice that.

But really, that night was his first true exposure to the pizzaplex and Fazbear and his general consensus afterwards is ' Wow! That sucks and those people are crazy! The whole company must be evil if thats happening just under their noses and they're not doing anything about it! '

Evidently those feelings aren't strong enough to keep him from going back and getting himself even more involved in the dark underside of Fazbear, though.

do you understand what i am telling you? / @makeswell

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

★ — "Why do you think you can tell me what to do?"

It comes as a half - bitten back snap as Gregory quickly averts his gaze, turning his scowl to focus on the ground just to the left and past the woman herself. He's well aware it's not an answer ; he understood her perfectly well, her soft concern, her patience as he continuously pushes and retreats.

The gentleness of it all makes something bitter curl in his chest. People don't treat him gently. They ignore him, or look at him with a misunderstood pity that never lasts long, pity that, at worst, turns to annoyance and disgust. He barely knows her. So why would she be any different than all the other adults that have come and gone from his life?

Gregory doesn't trust people. Especially adults. He's been let down too many times for that. He doesn't want her compassion.

"I don't know you. You're not my guardian. You don't know anything about me. So why can't you just — leave me alone?"

gregory is stray cat coded

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

★ — "It's not his programming."

There's something firm in his tone, a certainty that shows he isn't going to be swayed with furrowed brows and a slight frown ghosting over his expression. If he were less on edge, he would have spun around to face her with all the stubbornness he could manage, but as it is he just keeps moving forward. ( can he hear something in the distance, or is he just imagining that? ).

"He broke his programming to keep me safe. Didn't go in a recharge station when he was on low power to make sure he could get to me if I needed him."

He winces slightly at her clear shock in her tone, shoulders immediately raising into a defensive posture.

"Maybe. I needed somewhere to hide. It was fine, alright? I know it's meant for cakes and stuff, but I can fit if I squeeze."

"Could be his default programming, too." She doesn't mean to put a damper on the kid's fondness for the bear, but it was the truth. "Trying to take you to her risks you bolting, which is generally something it would try to avoid, I think. Doesn't explain why he's not affected, though."

The whole situation was odd. Addy might have known, in the back of her mind, that something was wrong here, but even with the experiences she's repressed due to them being too close to the truth about her being dead, it...was different from any of that. And that sense of difference stuck with her, even if she couldn't place why.

"It doesn't make any sense," she muttered under her breath as he explained further. It was certainly a lot to process, and it doesn't help how closely it's tied to a truth she's tried to deny. It all came back to her killer, after all.

However, something else stuck out to her. "Wait, you were in Freddy's chest?" That was easier to think about than the rest of it.

Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)