"-Sir! I'm sorry!" Dollface sputtered as she was dragged down the secluded hall and away from the show room. She felt sick to her stomach as he kicked open his makeshift office's door.
"Can't you see?!" William practically shouted once safely in his office, "I had to drop a conference call with new investors. What will they think? This stunt can cost us millions!"
He wrenched her twiggy arm and Dollface squealed, accidentally kicking him. She started gasping, trying not to bawl and make her situation worse than it was.
He shook her shouting, "We had refunds tonight! Do you know how many?!"
Dollface squeezed her eyes shut and tried to lean away, but she was practically dangled by her arms.
"N-no?"
"An entire party!" William shouted. He was lucky his office was sound proofed by its industrial doors, because people would come running even over the remaining band's loud, more child friendly music.
"That's over a hundred dollars!" He roared in her ears with a shake. Her shoes, having been dragged across the long hallway to the office, clacked against the floor the second William scooped her up by the wrists.
Dollface was dropped onto her butt with a howl and began slapping her hands together, eyes closed and full of hot tears.
"I told you I wanted teens back in the picture, not a fucking strip club! That was reckless, you bitch! Save it for later." Afton rubbed his eyes as the teeny girl sat on the floor panting and gasping. He ignored her as she finally started bawling, makeup running even further. Afton waited for her to calm down before starting again.
"I have an idea." he said, low, slow, greasily. He gave her a look with strange eyes obscured by greasy glasses.
She nodded with clipped breath, utterly terrified. His cologne made her stomach churn.
She felt like she was suffocating.
"I have an idea." He said again, even lower, slower, quietly, almost as if he was talking to a simple-minded child, "On the other side of town, there's a club."
Afton glanced at where she sat to see her nod, "And it's a more appropriate place for these antics. I can supply everything you need, and you girls can perform whatever you'd like there until the contract is up."
Dollface rocked and swallowed a salty metallic gulp, wheezing.
"But when you are at any Fazbear Entertainment Center, You must do as I say." He kneeled and gently touched her face. She jerked away, feeling violated by a light, almost breezy touch.
Afton scowled slightly, then tried again. Unable to jerk away and gasping for air, Dollface was forced to take and avoided his eyes.
"Dollface, I just want you to be safe, that's all." William whispered, leaning in closer.
She coughed in his face spraying her nose's blood everywhere, and he recoiled, disgusted. "Dollface, you understand what I want, don't you?"
When she didn't reply, he shouted loud enough to scare her into another round of tears.
Words, where were words?
Dollface could only manage a moan that was too loud, and began panting.
"Good girl." He smiled, "Now go get cleaned up. There's an audience expecting you."
Dollface stumbled out of the darkened room, having to force her way out from between William and the wall and managed to reach the backstage area where all the makeup was stored.
She panted, flapping her hands harder and began to slap her face, unable to stop herself.
Wheezing, she fell against a tiled wall and slid down, choking and rocking, hands twitching involuntarily.
She chomped down on one in an effort to stop the forming screams, wanting to just calm down and get back to work.
Dollface grabbed a shoe off her foot, wrenching herself free and hurling it with a loud clack against the wall. The other shoe went flying next and she began getting louder, noise and the memories of bright, flashing lights invading her headspace. Dollface fell face first on the floor, sobbing and slamming fists into the back of her head.
Dollface..?
Dollface let out a scream, throat closing up.
Dollface, I'm right here.
She let out a cry, glad no one could hear or see her and managed to stop her hands long enough to open her eyes.
Letting out an involuntary yelp, she panted, barely able to get up. Dollface's hands spasmed, then grabbed a hold of seventies shag carpet. She rested her cheek on it and stroked, taking in the sensation.
Like yarn.
She went from groping to stroking, calming herself down.
She continued to pet the carpet.
Quiet.
A gentle light filtered in, and she began to form the image of Michael's living room.
An old television that was never on, wall to wall carpeting he vacuumed every Wednesday, a couch, and a few lamps because the overhead lights were never quite right.
Finally processing the world around her, Dollface took a few deep breaths, and sat as still as she could.
A pair of heavy work boots stepped in front of her field of vision, and with it, Michael dropped down in his usual navy coveralls and messy, dark hair.
Dollface struggled to sit up, and took an offered glass of tap water, rocking and sipping.
She tried to pay close attention to how her chest was easing up, and how deep her breaths were, how shakey she was, everything she could feel.
A quiet invite to sit in his lap, something he usually wouldn't offer, and she took it.
She was handed a washcloth and allowed to wipe her own face down. She sipped down more water, feeling gross.
Are you going to be okay?
Dollface didn't reply, numb.
He put his fingers through her hair, something he wouldn't really do. Maybe ruffling her hair on the way out the door on occasion, but rarely was touching was a thing for them.
Dollface rested into him, clutching the empty glass of water.
Gimme a minute.
Eventually, she would have to let go and get fixed up for the rest of her set in the real world, but right now, she needed a rest.