During the day it was easy for Martin to do as Charlotte did, to simply go away and let his programming take care of things.
He wished Charlotte was here. He missed Charlotte.
Charlotte's gentle voice, her kind words soothed his mind. She had believed him about Phil. She had taken his side. She was nearby, but she was resting. She was so very very tired from giving gifts all day.
He was losing hope in getting help from the guard, since, based on the mask, it seemed that the guard was mean, like Phil. And he was a lot bigger than Phil was. Or maybe he was just smaller. That made Martin afraid... -oh! Here was his chance!
Martin was careful not to look down, to not catch a glimpse of his own permanent smile.
It felt strange, and not in a good way, to be constantly smiling, especially when usually these days, he didn't feel happy at all.
But it was better than being broken.
At the thought of being broken, provoked by the possibility of catching a glimpse of himself, Martin laughed uncontrollably, images of nightmare with sharp teeth, Phil laughing at his suffering, his own fear as Charlotte put him back together.
Martin didn't feel like laughing.
Martin didn't feel like laughing at all.
But Martin's simple little voice box didn't have many options.
Jeremy heard the unmistakable canned laughter of the littlest animatronic, but he had bigger problems.
The last hour of the shift had gone fairly uneventfully, and combined with Jeremy rapidly losing steam in anticipation of surviving another night, he'd grown a bit careless.
And thus, he nearly let the music box go. Stupid Jeremy, Jeremy thought.
He'd let himself get distracted by a fantasy. Stupid Jeremy, Jeremy thought.
He'd...been stupid. Jeremy hated when it came to this. Him beating himself up.
Wait a minute. Was that…? A tall, silver skeleton-esque creature with green eyes was standing in front of the prize corner. Jeremy tried turning on his flashlight again to get a better-huh?