Wolfy: hmm.. I don't see-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!-
Ryuu: What the hell?! What's wrong?!
Wolfy: -MOTHERFUCKINJUMPSCARE- BONNIE!
Ryuu: (ROFL) OMJ-!
Bonnie: ^-^
Natasha clenched the edge of the desk tightly, still as stone as she tried to relax. 'What the hell did I get myself into.. oh god, I'm going to die.. if not tonight -which I highly doubt- tomorrow, then.. oh god- breath. Breath. Breath, Damn it! Freaking out will make it worse.. just.. Breath..' With a final shudder, the teen mmanaged to calm her shaking to a dull vibration, carefully examining the cameras, despite the lack of movement. Well fuck.. She had fifteen minutes before they went into travel mode..
"I can do this.." She growled under her breath. "I've been beaten, bruised, bloodied, and tortured. No way in hell am I letting a bunch of puppets scare me." Only. She forgot something...
She was terrified of puppets... FML...
Setting the cameras aside, she stood, toolbox in hand, as she strode out of the room. Her meal was still back there, along with her jacket, but she had a job to do. And she would be damned if she let a child-like fear keep her from fixing that damned fox.
Reaching pirate's cove, she glared around suspiciously, before parting the curtain, the industrial sized lamp in her arm immediately flaring to life. Setting it next to the exit, she set down her bag, eyeing the limply sitting foxy wearily. His head was lolled to the side, eyes staring unblinking at something past the curtain. He looked like just another figuring in the shops she used to help out at. With a sigh out of pure realization that she was being childish, she scribbled observational notes into her workpad dutifully, lifting the fraying end of Foxy's coat in distaste with the tip of her pen, before replacing it again, "They really destroyed a perfectly good sailor.."
It was silent for a while, and she finished making notes, breathing out in relief as she began reloading her bag. She had been told that the blue rabbit was to be fixed next, but she was hungry, and had skipped dinner for that God-forsaken 'interview'.
She had literally just started eating her sandwich. Granted, she should have checked the cameras a few minutes ago, but really, would anyone else blame her for losing her appetite. The blue bunny, which she had been told had been becoming a hassle, was staring, right at the camera, in the dining room. Her heart clenched as static overtook the screen, and it seemed to walk towards another exit. Scrambling to use the buttons, she watched him go into the supply closer. Then, he just sat there. Staring at nothing, or so she aassumed. She wasn't stupid. She had looked at several manuals,(despite being outdated) that had given her all the information she needed. With artificial intelligence, she figured they could at least speak. Up close, now, though, she was rooted to her seat in fear..
The crazy idiotic the phone was right.. oh god, I'm gonna die..
But.. if he wasn't the only one alive... Foxy..
Oh my god, I almost ccommitted suicide..
Fuckmylife!
The.. robots.. didn't really come near her, much.. Bonnie, she learned, preferred the dining area and the back rooms. Chica, she also discovered later, would attempt to amuse herself in the kitchen. Freddie had yet to leave his stage, though she kept her eyes pinned intently on the Pirate's cove curtain. It still hadn't moved.
Maybe, he was more broken than they thought.. She wondered idely. So far, she only had to use the doors twice, when both Bonnie and Chica had stood outside the window, just staring at her with blank, glowing eyes. It creepers her out, to some extent, but she found solace in the fact that the old man permit her to decorate as she pleased. Tomorrow night, she sure as hell was bringing shit in for this..
42% and only an hour left. Huh..
NAtasha didn't dwell on it, too involved with karma and jinxing. So what is she was superstitious, was it suddenly illegal to take care of her mirrors and avoid her neighbor's cats?
So engrossed was she in her musings, did she hardly notice the two robots freeze, then stiffly Hanover themselves toward the stage room. With a sharp breath, she allowed the doors to close briefly, her frame tensing as they walked by without a hitch.
6:00 oh my god...
I did it...
Beat that stupid phone voice...
Wolfy: Chapter two...
Ryuu: Are you still pissed about the jump scare?
Wolfy: I'm more pissed at Fazz's for letting Foxy get that bad.
Ryuu: I didn't hear .gwatching the MMD videos on YouTube of him...
Wolfy: Because they make him a sexyass redhead, forgive me for drooling.
Ryuu:(rolls eyes) I feel sorry for the kitsune...
Wolfy: Go to hell, Dragon-boy.