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★ — The moment the voice rings out ( far, far too close ) Gregory feels his blood run cold, breath suddenly caught in his throat. This is bad. Really, really bad. Grip tightens on the fazerblaster, pulling the toy gun in close to his chest ( the only form of defense he has in this hellish place ) as he spins on his heels to face the animatronic panda — shoulders squared, chin lifted, trying to look brave but unable to keep the fear out of his eyes.

There's no time to argue before hide and seek is declared as the game of choice, and with it Gregory's eyes go wide. He's struck, suddenly, with the realization that Funfred is different than the other animatronics prowling the pizzaplex ; he's looking forward to kill him. He wants to make it fun.

"What?!" ( bites his tongue suddenly, biting back any argument ). "Whens'it end? If I make it back to the atrium?"

❝  I  know  you!  You're  that  little  brat  Beefjerky  likes  to  smuggle  around  the  plex,  hm?  ❞Funfred  looms  over  @braveburned.  ❝    How  about  that?  ❞  He  seems  to  amuse  himself  just  through  mocking  words  alone.  ❝  Well  it  looks  like  he's  not  here  to  protect  you!  Great!  More  fun  for  us...well  more  fun  for  me  at  least!  ❞

The  panda  animatronic  himself  considers  the  lightning  bear  a  formidable  foe,  imagine  how  Glamrock  Freddy  would  feel  if  he  found  out  the  local  Funtime  bear  had  eliminated  the  kid  he  had  sought  so  strongly  to  protect?  ❝  Tell  you  what,  grapehead,  lets  play  a  game  shall  we?  ❞  He  rubs  his  wide  jaw  pretending  to  think  but  no  sooner  than  a  moment  later  he  exclaims.  ❝  HIDE  AND  SEEK!  If  you  can  get  away,  kid,  you  can  live.  If  you  can't...well  lets  just  say  you'll  finally  have  a  playdate  with  death!  ❞ / starter

"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 ....."

💨 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!!"

★ — Gregory can't help but flinch back as the animatronic moves closer, down to his level — it's just a slight flinch, an involuntary reaction ( understandable when, aside from the first animatronic he found, every single one has been trying to hunt him down, including the nameless one - in - a - dozen security bots ) that he can't help but feel a bit silly ( more than silly, he feels weak ) for.

Still, he's thankful they don't move any closer than that.

He wishes Freddy had been able to come with him. Sun may be approaching him just as gently as the bear does, but there's something comforting about knowing if things go wrong, Gregory has a safe place to hide nearby. But Freddy can't. ( Freddy's just outside, waiting for him if he needs ). And Sun isn't like the others — they aren't going to hurt him. He'll have to be brave. He'll have to trust them, just like he trusts Freddy.

"I - I don't know, um, not — not really. I think .... maybe the security guard? She was following me around earlier, so - so I hid. And the doors locked before I could get out."

His voice is shaky, despite the way he tries to hold himself tall ; can't keep his eyes from constantly flickering around the surroundings, on edge, waiting for something to go wrong.

"The other animatronics, they — they've been chasing me. S-something's wrong with them. Except for Freddy."

A quick shake of his head, trying to keep himself calm enough to keep going despite the way his breathing is becoming a bit more erratic and panicked. Get a hold of yourself. Gregory's always taken care of himself — this shouldn't be any different.

"H-he told me to come in here. There's a, uh — a security pass .... that might be able to help me get out."

@braveburned continued from x.

It was so late. The Plex itself may have just closed its doors for the night, but the Daycare on its own had been closed for a good few hours now. Dead silent, aside from the whimsical track playing from above... but a trained ear would only hear the deafening quiet of a once bustling paradise. So, having a child suddenly tumble their way down the slide at this hour was much more than concerning on its own, never mind the... other concerns present here.

This child was vividly distressed, inside and outward--and the initial "I don't know" that the attendant had been presented with in reference to their initial inquiry made the animatronic wince slightly. Made significantly worse when... they know. Sun knows that there must be something wrong, even outside of the Daycare... and this child was living proof. All of the proof that the Daycare Attendant could ever need.

When a child mentions something as heinous as death, or by goodness, killing... it can make even the most seasoned of caretakers' heart jump to their throat. While they did lack such, Sun felt something in them jump, that's for sure.

"Awww... hey, hey, hey--i-it's okay...!" Sun lowered to the boy's height with a quick kneel, though followed up by a soft, reassuring smile. They won't reach out just yet--just... try to calm him down for now.

"You are SAFE here, sunshine. No need to worry...! I would never let ANYTHING happen to you. Promise. It is what I'm HERE for, after all."

That... that was what Moon was there for, too. A bitter passing thought that panged them, but... surely their other half's condition would improve, right...? Moon had never been QUITE the same after... the incident... but... they were awake. Sun at least knew that for certain. They were watching this.

"Now, w-who is keeping you trapped here, exactly...? We will CERTAINLY do our best to help you!"

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “ ( but listen, my SB AU where William is posing as head of security named "Alex" after reaching immortality )

‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

★ — Despite the man's gentle words, Gregory doesn't move closer ; he remains at a distance, regarding him with wide, fearful eyes. Flashlight is pulled in close to his chest, held tight like some sort of lifeline ( which it has proven to be, time and time again throughout the night ). His breath comes heavy, lifting his shoulders with each inhale — byproduct of spending most of the night running and hiding. Gregory's tired, both physically and mentally.

He wishes he'd never snuck into the pizzaplex. None of this would have happened if he hadn't tried to push his luck. ( all he had wanted was some shelter and food ; how was he supposed to know this would happen? ).

Freddy said the security guards were there to help kid's like him, keep them safe — but the other one ( the blonde, he saw how she was watching him during the day, following him ) is part of this, he's sure of it. This is Gregory's first time seeing this man, but he's wearing the same uniform. Does he know? Would he even believe him if he tried to explain?

He's scared. Frame tense, Gregory looks ready to bolt at any second.

"I jus' wanna leave. I don't want to be here anymore."

★ — 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.

@braveburned ★ starter

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."

★ — "I'm ten, not a toddler."

Desire to keep his voice low in case something is close enough to hear them is the only thing that keeps his words from turning into a snapping statement, though there's still a clean annoyance that slips into his tone. It's not the right thing to be arguing about, but Gregory can't help it — he's so sure there's something different about Freddy, like whatever flipped a switch in the other animatronics and turned them murderous managed to flip Freddy's the opposite way, turning him into some sort of lone protector. ( if he were to be honest with himself, he knows he can't say for certain that's true ; but he so badly wants to be something more than another child to the one thing that's seemed to care about him in years ).

He's about to argue back once more, tell her that the stomach hatch has been the only safe place he's managed to find so far when she suddenly stops by a door. Brows raise as the electric lock clicks open, almost impressed.

"What security clearance are you? I haven't been able to make it through this way yet."

"What, do they teach animatronic behavior programming in kindergarten now?" She's fairly confident she knows more about the animatronic's programming than this kid. Addy does have decades worth of experience with them, after all. "Generally speaking, they're supposed to prioritize the kids over themselves." There's a pause as she glances around, "Current situation not withstanding." If anything, the other animatronics' behavior was far more strange than Freddy's.

"Hey, I'm not judging." She'd not judging that part, at least. "If anything, I'm impressed, but uh..." But in the back of her mind, the image of a child in an animatronic's torso makes her a bit unnerved. "Maybe don't do it again. Those things aren't built for people. And I don't just mean from a fit perspective."

She pauses for a moment by a door. "Wait, it's faster if we go this way." She holds her access card to the pad. Her card itself isn't what's opening the door, but her influence over the electronics. "At the very least, it's away from the security bots."

★ — Gregory stubbornly digs his heels into the linoleum floor as the night guard drags him behind her, determined to make this as difficult as possible for her. Free hand on top of the one hold his wrist, pulling at her fingers in an attempt to pry her off his wrist. Shift in attitude gives him pause — flash of fear in brown hues as his eyes flicker up towards her. The change in direction and her grip only tightening wrenches a frustrated ( and slightly pained ) shout out of his throat, practically tripping over his own feet as he continues to throw his weight around, determined to grab some sort of control over this situation.

"No!! Let me go! I'm not going down there without Freddy! FREDDY! FREDDY HELP ME!"

Not that shouting will do much good in a place as large as this — and the fazwatch he could use to call for help is wrapped around the wrist the guard is digging her nails into.

"I know you killed the others who went missing! I'm not gonna let you kill me!"

continued from here.

₴ɆɆ  ɎØɄ  ₴ØØ₦.      her  grip  on  @braveburned's  wrist  was  tight,    tugging  him  away.    where  exactly?    if  he  would  have  just  gotten  out  of  here  when  the  damned  place  closed,    there  wouldn’t  be  these  types  of  issues.    feet  faltered,    holding  the  two  of  them  in  place,      ❝ you  know,    gregory,    i  get  being  a  curious  kid.    but  sometimes  being  curious  doesn’t  end  well. ❞      it  was  like  a  mother  scolding  a  child.      ( 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸  𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺  𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺  𝘭𝘦𝘥  𝘺𝘰𝘶 )      this  kid  had  been  reckless.    he  was  disturbing  the  balance  of  how  things  worked  here.      ₭łⱠⱠ  Ⱨł₥.      vanessa  was  starting  to  lose  herself  again.    a  pawn  in  this  game.    a  manipulated  little  bunny  rabbit.    the  tug  on  his  arm,    determined  to  get  him  thrown  out  of  the  pizzaplex  turned  from  stern  to  aggressive.    fingertips  dug  into  skin,    tugging  him  in  the  opposite  direction  now,      ❝ what’s  underneath  roxy  raceway?    there’s  something  down  there.    you  wanna  know  what’s  down  there?    let’s  go  take  a  look,  shall  we? ❞      the  determined  saunter  shifted  to  a  jog,    adding  in  a  skip  every  few  steps.      ❝ ₳ⱤɆ  ɎØɄ  Ⱨ₳Vł₦₲  ₣Ʉ₦  ɎɆ₮? ❞

★ — Every footstep the monster of both flesh and metal takes closer seems to reverberate in Gregory's senses. Flinching with every dull thud, trying to curl further into himself as if he might be able to make himself so small that he simple disappears from sight.

There's an endless stream of questions running through his head — just what was it? why was it down here? what did it want? was it behind the other disappearances prior to tonight? Had any of the other kids made it this far, found themselves in this same position, cowering and hoping by some miracle they might find a way out of this?

It's practically on top of him. Gregory wonders if it's even worth making a run for it.

As carefully as he can ( though, perhaps not carefully enough ; a foolish plan, considering their proximity ), he grabs hold of a palm sized piece of rubble. Tosses it as low as he can, it skimming the ground before connecting with a faint clack.

It felt so odd. . . to be awoken after living a repeating nightmare, the hell he had been given for his sins, given to him by the one he once called his best friend and his own flesh and blood. No, nothing will stop him, even as his flesh and form decay and burn away. Nothing will stand in the way of continuing to satisfy that darkness so interlinked with his shattered soul. Glowing eyes scan the area, the single full rabbit ear twitching ass if listening. The steps cease, visible in line of sight if one was to glance in the direction of the burnt rabbit, "Nobody is here to save you. . ." None of the animatronics could resist the virus, the very entity so closely linked to him. His attention turns towards the rubble, mechanical eyes taking note of small movements, "What did you hope to achieve coming down here? Some hope you could save dear Freddy? You only succeeded in waking me up. . . the biggest mistake you could make." A step closer to the rubble, stopping just shy of being able to grab hold, "I should thank you properly."

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bonnie!

first of all, don't tell freddy I wrote this. second of all, if freddy asks, I'm in the arcade playing games. third, can you please please pleaaaseee keep him distracted for a little bit so he doesn't panic and try to find me? thanks!

— gregory ( there's a little bunny scribbled next to his name! )

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★ — There's two notes stuck to the wall. One has a small drawing scribbled on it, haphazard but still distinguishable as Gregory and Addy themselves, with Addy leaning over Gregory in what seems to be disapproval ( her hands on her hips and a frown on her face ). Gregory seems to be laughing though. It's obviously meant to be lighthearted. Next to it is another note with scratchy handwriting.

' see you tomorrow, addy!

— gregory :P '

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foxy!

I wanna ask you about some stuff, but you were busy with some kids when I came by earlier. I'll come back by right after closing, okay?

— gregory

★ — Uh oh ; seems he's been caught red - handed.

Even with the truth of the accusation, he's startled by the suddenness of it. Brown hues widen ( a childish fear flickering within them despite the seriousness of their surroundings ) as he turns his flashlight on the teen, taking a wide step away and facing her entirely. He's prepared to run, if he needs to — if this transgression against Fazbear Entertainment is the thing that pushes her over the edge, deciding to turn on him rather than continue to help him. It's silly, sure, but he's ( rightfully ) wary of everything.

"The head guard is chasing me! You said it yourself!"

Previous concern about keeping his voice down is disregarded in his alarm — he's not quite shouting, but certainly not holding the same hushed tone as he had until now.

"I was trying to get out but all the doors are locked even with the higher security clearance!"

"You sure? You got kinda a baby face thing going on." The actual irritation in his tone is lost on her, unfortunately. It's not like the kid had been particularly pleasant before that, and while Addy certainly isn't one to judge in that regard, it does mean that she's working with only the minor shifts in tone from being standoffish to being actually frustrated. Those more subtle details are often lost on her, and it'd be far from the first time it's gotten her into trouble.

Additionally, the reasoning for why he might be frustrated is not one she understands. Growing up, she was taught to look at things rationally and not let sentimental value get in the way. The possibility that Gregory is attached to Freddy does not cross her mind. And the idea of Freddy actually being sentient or something is more than Addy is willing to accept.

His question, however, is ignored out of convenience, she doesn't have an answer in favor of questioning the implications behind what he said. "How do you know about the security clearances—are you stealing badges?"

★ — Gregory holds his breath ; it was a feeble attempt at a distraction, as each heavy movement reverberates through his ribs, making his heart feel as though it'll pound right out of his chest.

Sharp yelp ( both in fear and surprise ) as his cover is quite literally ripped out from behind him.

In an instant, he's diving forward — no time to even process the sudden move himself, only driven by the need to move, get away, run, hide. He doesn't take off once again ( lungs still burning from his previous sprint away ), instead turning to face the burnt rabbit with fazerblast in hand. Firing the laser straight for his eyes, in some vain hope that it'll do something.

"Stay away from me! I'm serious!"

Such a familiar feeling, alive after so many decades of being dead -- a corpse piloting a suit of metal. The hunt, the methodical steps to instill the deepest fear into his victims. Oh, it makes him nostalgic for his hay days -- the days he could eliminate groups in a twisted game just for him. He knows exactly where the child is hiding, instilling a false sense of victory, a fleeting hope of safety, "You're only prolonging the inevitable, child. . ." Far too easy. When the piece of rubble skids across the ground, the hunch is confirmed. Children. . . so hopeful. A low, rumbling laugh rises, a step to change his stance before leaning over -- deliberate moves, to ensure each change is heard. Despite how frail the skeleton of a body looks, it takes only a sliver of effort to throw the larger piece of rubble away, destroying the cover. "Care to try again?"

★ — "I'll be fine,"

Comes the huffed response, muffled both by how he tries to keep himself quiet ( afraid of the others overhearing at coming their way ) and how he is out of breath ; having just darted around the corner, narrowly escaping notice. He shakes his head, determined to keep pushing onwards.

"Where to now?"

❛ You look like you lost your breath. ❜

looking at me. // @braveburned ( lyric starter call. )

★ — Shit eating grin he barely tries to taper down. "A little bit, yeah."

❛ My patience is waning ... is this entertaining ? ❜

bones. // @braveburned ( lyric starter call. )

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★ — Big sister moment! Big sister moment!

Not that Gregory ever necessarily acknowledges his feelings towards Addy in such a straightforward sense, but he is incredibly fond of her. She's become a genuine highlight of the nights he breaks into the pizzaplex, and he's begun to actively seek her out at the start of his nights just to check in and make her aware that he's there. Yes, he'll say he's mostly interested in investigating the mysteries ( and seeing Freddy ), but hanging around Addy is something he enjoys doing.

He truly appreciates the way she looks out for him on the nights he's in over his head, and trusts her to have his best interest at heart ... even if he'll push back against her concern often.

And on that note of pushing back against her, he also thoroughly enjoys messing with Addy. Little brother behavior. He loves seeing her get exasperated with his antics, thinks it's funny to push her buttons and do things she's told him not to do.

★ — Nerve-wracking ; a wash of anxiety through the boy as the animatronic lowers himself down to his level, frame tensing as he inspects him closely and wide gaze flickering off to the side ( towards nothing in particular ), unable to make himself look Freddy in the eyes. It isn't Freddy's proximity to the very things currently hunting Gregory down that make him shy away ( no, not at all — Gregory trusts Freddy with his life, something the animatronic has proven himself to be worthy of time and time again ), but rather the genuine care directed his way. He's afraid that if Freddy were to look too closely, he would see everything wrong with him, somehow know that he has no one waiting for him beyond the pizzaplex.

Attention follows Freddy's gesture, a moment to regain himself ( swallowing hard and pushing down all his worry. trying to be brave ) before he nods in response.

"M'okay — we should keep going, before the others catch up. Roxy definitely saw me before I ran off, so she'll probably be heading this way. Let's go."

watching as Gregory catches his breath, there appears to be a hint of concern hidden behind Freddy's metallic exterior ; head tilting to the side as he examines the boy. ( quite literally ) / he lowers himself to meet the boy's eyes, LED-lit ones gleaming with a soft, reassuring light. ❛ Take a moment to catch your breath, ❜ he suggests, ever gentle & understanding. ❛ Your oxygen levels seem to be unstable at the moment. And ... your heart rate is uncharacteristically high. ❜

but : the glamrock has to answer Gregory's question. it's in his program to always offer responses & that's precisely what he does next ⸻ ❛ Let's continue down this corridor, ❜ the animatronic suggests, pointing in the direction they were heading before their hasty retreat. ❛ We'll find a room with a Charging Station inside, as well as a few cameras that show the main stage. ❜

★ — Gregory is well and truly cornered. There is nowhere else for him to run — a few steps between him and the wall behind him, a dead end room ( with rubble and debris narrowing the space ) where the only way out was passed the monster currently lumbering towards him. His defense of a well aimed laser to the eyes hadn't done nearly as much as Gregory had hoped it might, instead only seeming to make the thing even angrier.

It brought about a nearly nauseating realization — this thing wasn't an animatronic.

"Fuck you!"

Hissed response ; despite his fear, despite the way he feels entirely trapped, heart pounding heavy in his ribcage and lungs burning from overexertion, the child refuses to back down. Still holding the toy gun tightly, as if it were a lifeline.

"What do you even want with me, huh?!"

     The rabbit is amused, a dark satisfaction that the game of hide and seek was won. He moves forward, claws reaching out to try to take hold of an arm or anything that can be grabbed to halt escape attempts -- barely missing as the child moves from the spot.      "You can't run or hide from me, Gregory. . ." Words growled, turning around just in time for the shot. The growl only grows in volume, the ears twitching in annoyance. Too bad, the laser did not do much to faulter his movements. It is far more effective in angering the already rather testy rabbit, using the weight of metal and the suit to slam down one of the feet -- leaning forward and extending out both arms, to be prepared if Gregory tries to bolt again.      "Do you think you can win against me? Give up now, child, and perhaps I will spare you."

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!"