Regina clicked up and down the hallways, just as the lights went out.
This was stupid.
She'd rather have a real bed, even if it smelled like feet.
Regina was glad to be in heels again, flat, ugly sneakers hurt her feet and left her unbalanced. She pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter, only to realize that she had pulled out a red kazoo.
"Ugh." She tossed it over her shoulder, the reminder of her new occupation embarrassing enough.
She'd spent the day handing out balloons and playing kazoo for customers, all while trying to keep her shirt from slipping off her bra.
How goeche.
Trying to find a lighter in the pants Dollface had made for her, Regina mumbled about how much she hated Elmore and all of its backwater people.
Just as she grabbed her lighter, something approached.
With a gasp and a twirl of her beanie's propeller, Regina scampered to the boy's bathroom door and watched a pile of parts rattle past with a giggle, lit by the sickening lights of the hanging stars.
Practically shitting herself, she watched that THING move down the hallway and rumble to itself in a burst of static. It turned a corner and disappeared completely.
Regina, disgusted, clacked down the hall, away from the junkyard fox, and managed to find a good hiding spot to wait things out at.
"Arf, Arf!"
"Gah!" Regina stomped the toy dog, killing it with a crunch.
She put a hand over her mostly bare chest and calmed down.
Just a toy.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid…" She mumbled, turning around and looking, only to see the smiling face of a boy in a striped shirt.
A rolling cloud of gas station and dead rat greeted her nose as the animatronic tottered forward, giggling.
"What the hell?" She stepped away, grossed out. She could feel his hot mouth-breathing hit her face as he roughly gasped for air.
"Ew!" She kicked him away, only to find the party room door had locked behind her.
"Are you kidding me?" She screeched, annoyed by the fat little balloon peddler. She kicked again, then decided that since he was so persistent, to just chuck him. She began to lift, then found that he was more bottom-heavy than expected.
No other choice, Regina turned her back and slammed her fists on the door, screaming, "Let me out!"