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Vanessa groaned as she sat at her desk. “All doors are locked. Staff indicate no individuals are in the building beyond me and those who are made of metal. Mmm..” her eyes slipped closed for a moment before she jolted up again and slapped her cheeks.
“Doors locked. Building secure…I should check the doors again. I might be thinking of yesterday's check. I'll need a flashlight, Bonnie might notice if I don't turn the lights off soon. Don't need him getting on to me again.” She sighed, finding it mildly amusing but feeling frustrated all the same. “Here I thought my boss was Fazcorp when I first started, with that damn video game testing….Still an animatronic rabbit.”
As it became one o'clock, she hit the power and grabbed her flashlight. “Alright. Moon's patrol…he barely does it, but I should still be careful. Start at the Daycare..go to…*man*, the, uh, front entrance. Utility tunnel..Rockstar Row..Backstage..ugh, good enough. Just got to avoid those places for now.”
With her flashlight in hand, she stumbled her way out of the office and began heading to the docks to check the pathways out and be sure they were securely locked.
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“Yo! Amy, how ya been sweetie?” Roxy asked with a smirk.
Gregory groaned loudly as he slumped. “Stop iiiit. You are third one to do this. My name is Gregory and you know I have my memory back.” He grumbled.
Roxy looked at her claws, now sporting an orange hue. “Oh? You went back after all? And here I thought you liked being a girl? You sure seemed to enjoy being pretty.” She teased.
He shook his head, folding his arms. “I did not. It was because I didn't know better! I would never enjoy-” he stopped as a message popped up in his mind. It automatically opened, revealing a video and over a hundred pictures taken during just their makeover.
“I don't think that smile is fake. You definitely seemed to enjoy it.” She snickered.
From behind he could hear Monty laughing loudly as he stood beside his traitor of a dad who had tricked him into coming out into this torture.
Freddy stood near as well, mouth shut but he knew he was amused. Only remaining quiet as he tried not to laugh as well for reasons he didn't know (because he also had blackmail-able time during the memory situation).
Bonnie was next to Freddy, simply smiling with his arms crossed. He was clearly enjoying this, but made no move to tease himself. The rabbit's eyes moved, his smile vanishing. He cleared his throat loudly, getting alls attention.
Everyone turned to him before looking at where he was looking himself. Eyes landed on a nervous chicken, her eyes down cast and sorrow etched on her face.
“Chica?” Gregory muttered, taking a step toward her. Why was she so sad? He expected her to be like the others, teasing him and perhaps suggesting another makeover or something.
She took a step back from him, keeping distance as more pain appeared on her face. He stopped moving toward her, looking to her trying to understand why she was acting the way she was to him.
Seeing he wasn't coming closer, she sat on the floor on her knees. She couldn't look up from the floor.
Taking a breath, she closed her eyes. “I'm…so..so sorry Gregory.”
He looked at her, feeling even further confused as he stood where he was. “Um..okay?...uh. What are you sorry for?” He could think of a few things.
The initial chase time when they met, and she was under that virus trying to kill him. Doing the makeover that had him dressed up in that dress and girly wig. That time a few days before his memory came back and she tripped and spilled cheese dip all over him.
Well, he already forgave the first one. The other two were small issues he could forgive. It wasn't so big that he would hate her or warrant not going near her like she was acting. It wasn't like she killed him-..
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Gregory froze as he realized just what she was apologizing for as he looked at the dejected girl animatronic chicken before him.