Because Gregorys Natural Inclination Was Hide And Not Quip Back - Tumblr Posts

★ — Gregory has been running all night.

His legs burn with exhaustion, chest heavy as he struggles to catch his breath — a mixture of panic and overexertion making every gasp feel like a struggle. He's been running on fumes for hours now. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up.

There's no way out. Freddy had said as much when they'd initially come down here, the elevator can only handle one trip. And now he's alone, without the protection the animatronic provided. He — that thing, whatever it was that had woken up — was right. Gregory had nowhere to hide. Every fall of metal gait practically makes him jump, furthering his overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.

He'd only made it this far on sheer luck. Who was he to think he could do more, stop whatever was going on here? He should have left when he was offered the chance, but misplaced confidence and a desire to help had stopped him.

It's all he can do to duck around a corner, tucking himself behind some rubble and hoping he'll be small enough to glanced over ; a hand lifting to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of his own breathing.

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The steps are heavy, the click of metal with the limping gait of the movements. Lights are dim, the sounds bouncing off the wall as it is accented with a ragged breath shifting into a deep, guttural laugh. Eyes scan the surrounding, trying to pinpoint where the child had run off to. . . he had been awoken from the stasis abruptly by his creation, the glitch--a rather pleased creature at the fact its creator had been rebuilt and there was a gift rummaging about the plex. "Gregory. . .~" The voice cooes out, sounding rather human coming from the remains of flesh and metal, "Come out Gregory. . .~" The head violently twitches to the side, fingers splaying out as if trying to reach forward to grab the air in front of him. He chuckles, snapping his head back into an upright position, "You have nothing to fear, child. . ." As if such a thing could be trusted coming from a monster, "You have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide."