Hi, guys! Welcome back for the insanity that is going to unfold in this and the following chapters!
Dinosaur: I figured that the animatronics had some kind of battery (in SL, you had the task to remove a power module from Funtime Freddy), but the more likely answer is a child's soul is what's powering them up. Jokes aside, in Springtrap's case, it's William's own soul that keeps the animatronic running. I also agree that comparing Emma to William is setting the bar incredibly low. Also, don't worry, Michael will show up again, but I need to get some other things set and done before his future appearance. ;3
Legomasterlord: ''You're dead to me.'' Considering how most of the characters are dead, mental murder certainly holds more weight than physical here.
As for this chapter, I won't be spoiling anything. However, I am eagerly waiting for the response. :3
I hope you'll enjoy it!
Night 8
Awaiting My Fate
''Turn out the lights tonight, I'm getting faded. I strobe within the shadows, decommissioned, isolated. Even though I got a coat of color, I never hesitate to come close, smother you and all your friends, that's where I come in. L-O-L, it's time to laugh along with; L-O-L, my friends, they call me Lolbit. I feel so outta place, please stand by, await your deadly fate (L-O-L). Glitching through the system, can't outrun. Better watch your step, if not I'll come. I feel so outta place (L-O-L).''
– Lolbit Rap Song by Rockit Gaming
xXxXxXx
Sam stretched her arms, leaning against the pillow. She and Springtrap were in her room, with Springtrap sitting on the far side of her bed, leaned against the wall. They had returned from Freddy's much earlier than they thought they would and, since Sam didn't feel tired, the two just engaged in a conversation. Emma did peek into Sam's room earlier, giving Springtrap a questioning look, with the latter knowing that she expected him to leave Sam's room. However, Sam told her that she wanted to talk to Springtrap and that she wasn't going to sleep yet, with Emma then leaving them and not bothering them further.
''I'm just waiting for her to return,'' Springtrap muttered, glancing anxiously at the door.
''I don't think she will,'' Sam told him. ''She knows that you're aware of the rules and she will only return in case she suspects that you don't follow them.''
''As I said, I'm quite sure that she might walk through that door any moment,'' Springtrap replied, with Sam chuckling. However, her expression changed to a more somber one.
''About Michael…'' she muttered. Springtrap just nodded. Sam had already told him about the entire conversation with Michael, with Springtrap quietly listening to her. He didn't say anything once she was done, with Sam figuring that he was just trying to process all the new information. ''Are you okay, Will?''
''Honestly, I'm not sure,'' Springtrap replied. ''I didn't really expect that kind of response.''
''Not to mention the fact that he was more interested in talking to me than to you,'' Sam added.
''At least he didn't annoy you with the kind of talk Henry or that kid would give you,'' Springtrap muttered, turning to Sam.
''He certainly didn't want to bother with that since he had other things in mind,'' Sam told him. Springtrap fell silent, looking a bit uncomfortable. He sighed.
''I'm just glad that he and Elizabeth and Sammy are fine now,'' he said. ''Although, I feel that they should stay away from me.'' He frowned, adding in a quiet tone, ''You too.''
''William, we have already talked about this,'' Sam said in a stern tone, with Springtrap knowing that she was annoyed about him constantly trying to distance himself from her. While Sam certainly was irritated, her expression softened when she saw the look of guilt and regret that Springtrap had. His ears were lowered and he was staring at his hands, looking a bit absent in spirit.
Sam was aware that what was going on left Springtrap feeling anxious, worried and regretful. He had never expected that anyone from his family would even want to see him again, which left him feeling confused and hopeful at the same time. Sam got up and sat next to him, leaning against him, which caused Springtrap to glance at her in surprise.
''It'll be fine,'' she told him. ''Besides, being constantly worried like this won't help you in the long run.''
Springtrap just nodded. ''I still can't believe that they had actually heard me.''
''Now it's your turn to listen to them,'' Sam told him.
''Trust me, I will,'' Springtrap muttered. ''That's the least I can do, and even then, it's not enough. I owe them a lot more than just a conversation.''
''You know, the fact that you are remorseful and actually willing to talk to them does mean something,'' Sam said. ''I mean, even Michael had acknowledged that you did change to some extent, even though he said that he refuses to forgive you for what had happened.''
''He's right,'' Springtrap said. ''Honestly, I don't deserve any forgiveness for what I had done and I'm not expecting any. However, I do want a chance to talk to them, nothing else.''
''Trust me, you'll get your chance to talk to them,'' Sam replied, looking at him as if trying to assure him. She was a bit surprised that he suddenly hugged her, but just left him to it. He really looked like he needed someone to comfort him.
''I know, but waiting for that to happen is what's driving me crazy,'' Springtrap replied.
''I can relate to that,'' Sam said. ''I do believe that it'll be fine, though.''
''I hope so, but I guess it'll depend on how the conversation goes,'' Springtrap said, with both of them falling silent. Sam then grinned as she looked back at Springtrap.
''So, you figured that Kathy and Kyle would be better off at Freddy's than at Ricky's,'' she said, with Springtrap giving her a sheepish grin.
''Well, considering Connor was around… I didn't really want them to disappear because of him,'' he said. ''Besides, Freddy's was once under my ownership, so obviously I'd want more visitors there than at the competition.''
''I think that the actual question is what's going to happen to that competition,'' Sam said. ''I mean, there are two restaurants with animatronics in Hurricane, one being rather infamous for its past and the other making people feel wary due to recent events. The main question here is which one will last longer.''
''Not to mention the fact that Ricky's was almost always packed when we were there, unlike Freddy's. However, that could be chalked up to being recently opened,'' Springtrap said. ''I mean, it's been, what? Two-three days?''
''Exactly,'' Sam said. ''You know, I was actually thinking about briefly checking Ricky's, just to see whether there were any changes, especially now that Connor is gone.''
''Has anyone even filled a missing person case for him?'' Springtrap asked. Sam shrugged, reaching for her smartphone and checking the local news.
''So far, there's nothing,'' she said after scrolling through the most recent news. ''Tomorrow, it would be a week since those events at the Machinations Factory.''
''Well, Connor didn't seem as if he had any family who would worry about him. The only person he was talking about was his best friend, and that guy was dead long before all of this,'' Springtrap said. ''I'd assume his employer would suspect something since there's no way he'd show up at Ricky's, but if there isn't anything…''
''There is also the possibility that they believe that he decided to quit his job by not showing up anymore,'' Sam said, shrugging.
''Honestly, I'd still be suspicious,'' Springtrap said. ''He seemed to be a quite dedicated worker and if someone like this suddenly vanished at Freddy's without telling anyone, I'd probably investigate. However, I can imagine that, if the management suspects that another case like this would damage their reputation, they'd probably refuse to do anything. Still, nobody can win in this kind of situation.''
''I agree,'' Sam said, taking a deep breath. ''You know, Ricky's technically isn't our problem, but if Connor is still around, we will have to keep an eye on that place as he might attempt to return there.''
''The only reason I could imagine for him to return to Ricky's is the fact that you or I might visit it,'' Springtrap. ''However, it is obvious that he wouldn't go there anymore since Freddy's has opened up, so it would be more likely that he'd go to Freddy's to wreck that place while also searching for us, especially considering that he had no idea where we live.''
''Where we live?'' Sam tilted her head. Springtrap gave her a nervous look.
''Well, considering that I'm currently living here…'' he trailed off. ''Is it really that bad to consider it my home too?''
''If you ask me, no,'' Sam said. ''I'm really glad that you feel comfortable staying here.''
''Actually, I should be asking you whether you're comfortable with me staying here, not the other way around,'' Springtrap told her. ''Besides, if you don't want me around, I could always stay at Circus Baby's.''
''No way,'' Sam replied, looking a little annoyed.
Springtrap simply nodded, already knowing that it would really take something completely unforgivable for him to do in order to make her hate him. However, as he and Emma discussed it, Sam was the forgiving type of person and Springtrap was also doing his best to make sure to not betray her trust. Not to mention, Springtrap knew that, even if he wanted to, he still couldn't figure out what would make her so mad that she would loathe him.
''I know,'' Springtrap told her. ''I'm pretty sure that, if I attempted to leave on my own, you'd just lock me inside the house and throw the key away.''
''Yeah, I would,'' Sam told him, with a completely straight face. Springtrap looked stunned, as he was being sarcastic, while Sam seemed to be dead serious. She then smiled innocently, with him feeling a little anxious. He knew that she was probably messing around with him, but he couldn't deny that sometimes, she could freak him out just as much as Emma, if not even more. ''In any case, you're staying.''
''At least until I figure out what would make you angry enough to kick me out,'' Springtrap replied in a somewhat sarcastic tone. Sam snorted.
''Good luck with that,'' she told him. ''Anyways, have you managed to figure out what was wrong with the animatronics?''
''So far, no,'' Springtrap replied. ''The animatronics, at least on the technical side, are in top condition and nothing appeared to be wrong with their programming. They wouldn't go off stage though, but I assumed that they haven't been programmed to roam after hours.''
''Not to mention, they aren't haunted either, right?'' Sam asked.
''No, not to my knowledge,'' Springtrap replied. ''Seriously, if they were, I would've told you that, wouldn't I?''
''You're right,'' Sam said. ''I do wonder why that kid was disturbed by them, though. Even Michael told me that I should remain wary of the animatronics, that they aren't as harmless as they appear, although that could be attributed to his own experience with them.''
''The kind of experience I'm responsible for…'' Springtrap muttered, noticing the look of concern Sam gave him. ''Nevertheless, I figured that we could just return to observe them, at least for now. Something might happen sooner or later.''
''I assume that, if something does happen, it won't be either good nor bad,'' Sam said. ''I mean, if something does happen, our assumptions will be confirmed, but since this is Freddy's, whatever might happen, it won't turn out well for anyone.''
''I agree,'' Springtrap said. ''Freddy's was always more than just a shady business. Seriously, who else could claim that their restaurant was haunted by the children who had been murdered there?''
xXx
Raven saw nothing but static. Something was wrong with his sensors ever since his encounter with the Drawkills and it was driving him crazy. Not to mention, he had frequent blackouts that resulted in memory loss, causing him to be unable to remember what had happened to him or why this was happening to him.
However, as his vision cleared and whatever glitch was occurring in his system stopped, he finally managed to remember what had happened to him and what this place he found himself at was, as well as why he was here. Rest assured, it wasn't pleasant.
Right after Drawkill Freddy threatened him, Drawkill Bonnie, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Foxy grabbed him and held him down, with Drawkill Freddy disconnecting the wires in his endoskeleton that were connected to his limbs, leaving completely immobile and unable to move, but still aware of his surroundings. He panicked, remembering how he had been completely paralyzed by Connor during his days at the Machinations Factory and attempted to scream, only to be threatened again.
''Make even the slightest noise and I'll burn off your voicebox!''
Raven shuddered when he saw the look Drawkill Freddy gave him. He knew that the Drawkill Animatronic was completely serious about his intentions and didn't say anything. Drawkill Freddy then gave him a smirk of satisfaction, with Raven realizing that the animatronics he ran into were much more sadistic than he initially thought.
''So, what should we do with him?'' Drawkill Bonnie asked.
''We'll bring him back with to the warehouse,'' Drawkill Freddy replied. ''Connor might have some interest on him.''
''No…'' Raven moaned weakly, with the Drawkills laughing at him.
''Did you really think we'd just leave you lying around, mate?'' Drawkill Foxy told him.
''Or let them find you and help you?'' Drawkill Chica added, frowning. ''Unless you're lying to us and were really searching for those two.''
Raven wanted to protest, but kept quiet. He knew that, whatever awaited him, it wouldn't be pleasant. While they were wrong about him searching for Springtrap and Sam, he had to admit that he was worried about what would happen to them if they run into the Drawkills. Considering how they had helped him, he didn't want them to get hurt or anything, especially the girl, as he knew that Connor would attempt to murder her just to continue with his experiments.
Eventually, Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Foxy grabbed him under his arms and the Drawkill Animatronics decided to return to wherever they were currently staying. He knew that they wouldn't bring him to the Machinations Factory, as he had stayed there for a few nights after it was destroyed by the fire and they hadn't returned at all. Afterwards, he decided to find them on his own.
However, now that he did, he wasn't sure what to do anymore. It was clear that he couldn't just stop them by himself, especially considering that he was clearly outnumbered. He had realized that it was a stupid idea and that he should've thought this through a bit better, but now, it was too late to do anything. The Drawkills were free to do with him whatever they wanted.
Rest assured, they wasted no time abusing him. Raven attempted to look around to figure out where exactly they would bring him, only to get hit in the back of his head. Moments later, he started seeing static, realizing that the Drawkills didn't want to let him see where he was going either. Even though his vision was impaired, he tried to listen to his surroundings, hoping it would help him in figuring out where he was. However, aside from hearing a few cars passing by, there was nothing that could help him with this.
What should I do?
Raven looked down, staring at the huge metal spike wedged into his chest, pinning him to the wall. He couldn't take it out as both of his hands were cuffed to the pipes above him and even if he weren't cuffed, he feared that, if he took the spike out, his endoskeleton might get damaged. While the Drawkills did connect the wires necessary for his limbs to move, they decided to keep him immobile in a different manner. Rest assured, he was completely unable to move, stuck in this crucified position.
As he looked around, he noticed that the room was almost completely empty, aside from a table with a bunch of tools and the pipes that he was bound to. There was also a tiny window on the right side of the room, with Raven trying to peek outside, but all he could see was grass. Was he in some kind of basement?
I wanted to find Connor, but I only ended up getting trapped myself.
He sighed. So far, Connor hadn't payed him a visit, but Raven could hear him walk around and even talk to the Drawkill Animatronics, even though their voices were muffled as they were in the room next to his. He cringed as he suddenly heard Connor yelling.
He sounded angry for some reason, even though Raven couldn't make it out what that reason was. He could hear any of the Drawkills protest, meaning that it was probably something they had done. Considering how they were searching for Springtrap and Sam, he figured that he was probably angry at them for being unable to find them. He was glad that the Drawkills hadn't found them yet, but he was worried what would happen if they do find them. He winced when he heard something metallic crashing and Connor yelling again.
''This is not how things are supposed to be!''
What's going on there? Raven tried to listen in on the conversation, but Connor quieted down. The conversation was still muffled, only for Connor to suddenly rise his voice again.
''No, this is all wrong! I tell you, find them before I-'' He suddenly cut himself off, with Raven being curious what he had meant. ''Just, just do it!''
To Raven's surprise, while Connor still sounded furious, there was also an tone of panic in his voice.
Why is he panicking? Is he freaked out by something?
Raven figured that this was the end of the conversation, only to hear Connor's voice once again, loud and clear.
''Rest assured, we'll make Hurricane our hunting grounds.''
Raven felt chills creeping down his endoskeleton.
xXx
The next morning, Springtrap didn't wait for Sam to come into his room to pick him up, but went downstairs once he heard Emma passing his room. She was in the kitchen, making coffee and checking the news on her smartphone.
''Good morning, Emma!'' he told her in a rather chipper tone. Emma glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. Springtrap figured that she clearly didn't expect him to actually be this cheerful as he was usually always miserable for some reason. Not to mention, the two weren't really on terms of being happy to see each other.
''Good morning, Afton,'' Emma replied, giving him a questioning look.
Springtrap merely shrugged. He too didn't expect to be this cheerful, especially considering what happened in the past few days, but having spent the night talking to Sam and having no unwanted visitors helped him to calm down a little. Sure, he was still nervous about confronting Michael, Sammy and Elizabeth, but he made the decision to tell them exactly how he felt. He didn't expect any love or forgiveness from them, wanting only to talk to them.
''I'm surprised you didn't return the last night to check on us,'' Springtrap said.
''I figured that you would listen to me,'' Emma said, then frowned. ''I do hope that you didn't spend the night staying in Sam's room like some kind of creep.''
''No, I didn't,'' Springtrap told her, a bit irritated. ''I went to my room once we were done talking.''
Nevertheless, his mood quickly changed, as he was well aware that him staying at Sam's room was actually creepy, especially if he was there without her knowledge. However, the issue here was that Sam had no problem with him being there. Not to mention, Springtrap was quite sure that if Sam didn't want to be alone in her room, she would wake up and personally drag him there.
''In any case, I forgot to tell you two about something,'' Emma said, drawing Springtrap's attention.
''Really? What is this about?'' he asked. Emma stared at him for a moment, then shrugged.
''I forgot,'' she said sheepishly. Springtrap gave her a confused look.
''What?''
''I mean, I know that there was something that I wanted to tell you two, but I forgot what this was about,'' Emma admitted. ''I guess I'll eventually remember that later.''
''If you say so,'' Springtrap replied. Emma rose an eyebrow.
''What? Aren't you going to question me what it was, trying to get me somehow to remember?'' she asked.
''No,'' Springtrap replied. ''If there's anything I have learned from my wife, it's that there are certain things you shouldn't question people about unless you want to end up sleeping on the couch.''
''What have you done?'' Emma asked, looking amused.
''I forgot about our wedding anniversary,'' Springtrap admitted. ''When I returned home from work, I saw that she was upset, so I questioned her about it, only for her to scream at me, lock the door to the bedroom and force me to sleep on the couch. I had no idea what this was about until three days later, I told her that we would go out for dinner for our wedding anniversary and she told me that I marked the date wrong.''
''You completely messed up there, Afton,'' Emma laughed, with Springtrap looking both embarrassed and irritated.
''I know,'' he muttered, glaring at Emma. ''Don't act as if you had never forgotten about something important. Or, what about your husband?''
''Well, I do admit that there was some stuff I did forget about,'' Emma said. ''As for Aaron, he was always a bit absent-minded, often being somewhere in his own world. He is an expert when it comes to gaming, though. I remember him and Sam often playing videogames together when she was younger.''
''I see,'' Springtrap muttered, then smirked. ''Do you miss him?''
Emma stared at him, looking annoyed. However, Springtrap didn't miss the blush on her cheeks, with him wondering whether she was turning red because she was angry at him or embarrassed.
''Don't be ridiculous!'' she told him in a stern tone, with Springtrap feeling a bit amused. Emma's expression then changed, with her giving him a curious look. ''Why did you even ask me that? Were you expecting a different response? Honestly, I'm not interested.''
''I-I didn't mean-'' Springtrap stared at her, stunned. He then frowned as he saw the amused look on Emma's expression, who was enjoying seeing him embarrassed. ''Don't be ridiculous!''
''What's going on here?'' The two turned, only to see Sam approaching them, with her crossing her arms as she looked at Emma. ''Mum, are you bullying Springtrap again?''
''No, sweetie, we're just having a conversation,'' Emma replied.
''I figured that out once I heard you two arguing,'' Sam replied, looking a bit annoyed.
''Sam, you know that you don't have to worry about us when we're arguing,'' Springtrap said. ''As a matter of fact, you should be worried when we're not arguing with each other.''
''Yeah, I am aware of that,'' Sam said, sighing. ''Some things never change.''
Springtrap and Emma just exchanged glances, agreeing with her.
xXx
''They're not moving,'' Sam muttered.
It was late evening and she and Springtrap were at Freddy's, going inside sometime after closing hours in order to observe the animatronics in case something happened. So far, there wasn't anything. Freddy and his friends were standing on the stage, not moving or doing anything at all, while Puppet was inside her box. Not to mention, it was dead quiet inside the restaurant.
''Maybe we should check on them after midnight and before 6 AM,'' Springtrap suggested, him and Sam sitting in a booth that gave them a direct view of the stage. ''Perhaps, they'll move then.''
Sam smiled and turned back to the animatronics. ''Speaking of which, I'm surprised that Freddy's still hasn't hired a night guard. You'd think that they'd want to make sure nobody steals the animatronics.''
''Maybe they're relying on Freddy's reputation to keep the animatronics safe,'' Springtrap suggested. ''I mean, who would want a robot that can kill you?''
''Well, there are all kinds of people in the world,'' Sam replied. ''People who like creepy stories would love to do anything to get their hands on a haunted animatronic.''
''You mean, like you,'' Springtrap said, looking at her. Sam gave him a sheepish look.
''Okay, maybe they're not this crazy,'' she said.
''I'm not saying that you're crazy,'' Springtrap told her. ''However, there are a few things I want to talk to you about.''
''I assume it's about what I had said last night, right?'' Sam replied. Springtrap nodded.
''If anything, it kept me wondering whether you were completely serious when you said that,'' he replied, noticing the somber look on Sam's expression.
''Now that I think about it, I think I was more honest about it than I want admit,'' she replied.
''I'm not surprised,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam glancing at him. ''Don't worry about it. I understand that you wouldn't want your only friend to leave, especially considering what you've been through.''
''I guess having no one but myself to talk to really messed me up,'' Sam said. ''I mean, sure I could talk to Mum, but sometimes, there are things I'd rather keep to myself. Not to mention, it's not like she always has time for me as she has her own work to do. Honestly, it was quite a lonely year, not helped by the fact that I was constantly bullied.''
''Considering how they haven't called you at all, I suppose that they finally decided to leave you alone,'' Springtrap said. Sam chuckled.
''Yeah, because they believe that I'm dead and they wouldn't want to get themselves involved in a murder case,'' she said. ''Jokes aside, I think that at this point, they had figured out it was a prank. Nevertheless, hearing them panicking after you talked to them was an amazing experience. Seriously, they had it coming.'' She then smiled as she looked at Springtrap. ''Thank you.''
''Well, I had figured that enough was enough and that you didn't deserve being treated like that,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam shaking her head.
''No, what I mean was that I'm thankful for you being always there for me,'' she replied. ''To be honest, after I was done with my bullies, I figured that I couldn't trust anyone anymore.''
''You know, it isn't that difficult since you always insist on me staying close to you,'' Springtrap told her, glad to see the look of amusement on Sam's expression. ''That, and there's the fact that, despite everything I had said, I'm not eager to leave either. Not to mention, it's not like we didn't have trust issues coming up, although that got resolved.''
''Yeah,'' Sam muttered, nodding, then added in a quiet tone, ''Although, there are still some issues we both need to deal with, basically what you just brought up.''
''You know, I'd rather not consider it an issue, but none of us is that delusional,'' Springtrap replied. ''We both know I'd have to leave, sooner or later.''
''Honestly, I hate thinking about it,'' Sam told him. ''I mean, it is logical that you wouldn't be staying here forever, but it kind of feels unfair, at least to me.'' She then frowned. ''I'm probably sounding now like one of those selfish, whiny people who complain when they don't get what they believe they deserve.''
''Sam, you are aware of the consequences and you're trying to make the best out of the current situation, as well as accepting reality. You think you're being selfish, but you're just trying to handle a situation you have no control over as best as you can,'' Springtrap replied. ''If you ask me, being selfish would mean that you'd just ignore all the signs and continue with life as if nothing's going on and then complain that you had no idea about the consequences when things suddenly go wrong.''
''Thanks,'' Sam said, smiling. ''You know, being constantly told by Tessa and the others that I was being selfish for not doing something they wanted, especially if it was at my expense, really messed me up. Oftentimes, I'd find myself wondering whether I was doing the right thing or not and that I need to consider other people's wishes even if they clashed with my own desires. However, no matter what I did, they would still tell me it wasn't good enough to pass their standards. Once I was on my own, I tried to be more ''selfish'' and do what I wanted, but I don't think I even knew what was going on with me.''
''Believe me, you are nowhere near as selfish as your friends are, nor as much as I had been,'' Springtrap replied. ''Not to mention, this was kind of a mutual agreement and you also helped me when I was in a bad place. I mean, as much as I know, aside from me staying with you, you didn't have any other demands. I really cannot figure out why you would consider yourself selfish. Clingy, sure, but you do have a reason for that, as you had been practically bullied and isolated, so it doesn't come as a surprise that you'd try to keep the only person you consider your friend around. However, calling yourself selfish doesn't really hold any weight here.''
''Honestly, I feel a bit foolish about that,'' Sam told him in a regretful tone. ''I mean, I know I shouldn't act so clingy. Not to mention, it's also kind of creepy and unhealthy that I'm behaving like this.''
''Maybe, but you're at least acknowledging it,'' Springtrap told her, feeling sorry for her. ''I'm sure that we can figure out what to do about it.''
''You're right,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap being glad to see her smiling, even though he knew that it would take some time to help her heal, as this was an issue that was a result of many other issues. Sam then lowered her head, staring at the table. ''You know, the one thing I'll miss the most is talking to you. It's been quite a while since I was this open to anyone like this.'' She then looked up to him, smiling. ''Honestly, I really love to talk to you in this heart-to-heart manner and I love spending time with you.''
''I have to agree with that,'' Springtrap said as Sam hugged him. For once, he didn't feel anxious or anything like that. He was just glad that he could help her and seeing her happy always felt like a small victory to him.
Then, both froze as they suddenly heard steps. They got up, turning towards the main entrance, only to see another person approaching them, with both feeling their anxiety skyrocketing as they realized that they were in trouble, especially after seeing the murderous glare the newcomer was giving them.
This person was Kylie Anthelm, the current manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
