He Doesnt Have Friends But He Does Have A Gun!!!! - Tumblr Posts

★ — Cartoonish tilt of the mascot's head only serves to further unnerve the boy, who takes a step backwards in response — it doesn't do much, there still isn't much distance between him and the rabbit ( still close enough that it would only take one sudden movement for Gregory to be grabbed ), but it rocks his weight backwards as if he's half - preparing to run. His brows are furrowed, frown tugging at the corner of his lips. What an obvious lie. It reminds him of the animatronics calling out for him ; your family is looking for you.

"You're lying. There's no one waiting for me."

Tone is clearly accusatory. ( even if he weren't already on edge, Gregory doesn't trust easily ). His fazerblast is still shoved into his back pocket, and he finds himself wondering if it would do anything against this figure. It didn't against Vanny, but it still might be worth a shot.

"What do you want?"

THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. EVEN IGNORING THE RESPONSE, WILLIAM CAN SENSE THAT. Perhaps his initial instincts had been wrong: had drawn him over to the boy not believing he’d be the perfect victim but alerting him to some wider problem. Still, he’s come this far now. There’s no harm in trying to convince the kid — no harm at all.

His brow furrows at the boy’s flinch and at the reply, tilting that cartoonish golden head to one side while his dark eyes never leave Gregory’s face. For the kids that know this rendition of the rabbit, they’d maybe be endeared. For anyone else, it’s downright unsettling. “Don’t you know? There’s a secret party happening in the party rooms and your friends have invited you to play with them! With cake and chocolate and all sorts of fun; come on,” William coaxes, layering cheer into his voice he hasn’t felt in a very long time,, “you wouldn’t want to let your friends down, would you?”