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- >The door creaked open slowly at first, letting out a low groan as it parted for the animatronic patrolling outside.
- >Turning around, it approached through the opening of the door to apprehend the quarantined Foxy, only to meet face first with the ground.
- >Bonnie, bless her child prisoner’s soul, landed with a bit of a crunch and a dented nose.
- >You weren’t sure if she really intended to help you but you couldn’t take chances.
- “Mi-i-ikey? Is that y-ou-ou?”
- >You mutter a swift apology and close the door behind her and return to your office with a little package.
- >Ol’ Foxy died today, a veteran of the Seven Ball Pits, but he did not die in vain.
- >Nay, he died a martyr, presenting you with a gift to bring to light the events of this Pizzeria, and by god you were going to make sure it was heard.
- >Checking your watch you noted that you had close to 30 minutes left of your shift, the rest of the members shutting down as soon as it hit 6.
- >You kept your little gift tucked away for safe keeping and whipped out one of the screw drivers you looted from the box of tools you brought for Foxy.
- *Clang clang clang clang*
- >You’re passing the hall way directly before your office ahead and catch a flash of the absolutely manic expression of the fat yellow fuck known as Chica.
- “MOIIIIIIKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”
- >Well she could probably tell by the way you walk that you’re quite clearly a woman’s man.
- >No time to talk.
- >MUSIC LOUD, AND WOMEN WARM,
- >I’VE BEEN KICKED AROUND SINCE I WAS BORN
- >AND NOW IT’S ALRIGHT. IT’S OKAY.
- >YOU MAY LOOK THE OTHER WAY.
- >AND WE MAY TRY TO UNDERSTAND
- >THE NEW YORK TIME’S EFFECT ON MAN~
- >Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
- >You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
- >Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
- >And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
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