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“ if you’ve come this far, then you know what’s out there. ” (vanessa)
* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 / 𝐄𝐏 𝟔 & 𝟕.
★ — Gregory doesn't want to respond. Responding somehow feels like an acknowledgement, acceptance of the situation ; that this is all more than some terrible accident, but rather orchestrated. Every child that went missing before him died in this place, a fact of which he's certain now. He was never meant to make it this far in the first place. He was supposed to be next. He still could be next.
( he's going to die here, a homeless kid no one cares about ).
Deep breath to steel his nerves, the only indication of the fear that settles just beneath the surface of his brave facade being the way his eyes flicker away from her every couple of moments. The fazerblaster is pulled close to his chest, the only line of defense he's had all night. It won't work on her — he knows that, but its presence still gives him some sense of security.
"What's underneath Roxy raceway?"
He pauses, head tilting slightly. Whatever it is surrounding that sight, he's sure it has something to do with all of this. The confidence in his voice grows as he continues, a sort of determination underlying his words.
"I've seen all the messages about it. I know there's something there. I read the notes about the construction. I saw the elevator. There's — there's something down there, isn't there?"
@wr1tten ( cassie ) / ruin starter call !!
★ — "Cassie?!"
Clear panic in his voice as flashlight beam falls upon his friend, wasting no time in scrambling to her side. A hand closes around her arm, half ensuring she's real and half ensuring he isn't going to lose her the second he looks away. Thank god he found her.
"You — you shouldn't have come here. But it's okay. I'll get you out, I promise."
★ — 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!"
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₴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₮? ❞