I know, not up to my usual standards for this story...
Again, plot suggestions are encouraged, as are reviews! [Hint Hint]
STORY TIME!
It's been a few weeks and the Originals has slowly gotten more relaxed in the presence of the Toys. They haven't met Goldie yet, him preferring to stay in the rooms, but the conversations weren't as stiff as they were before.
The Toys mostly stayed out of the way, occasionally starting up a conversation between them and the Originals. Mostly it was either the Band or Mangle who talked to them.
The Originals try to stay out of the same room as the Toys, (When asked, Mari said it was because of trauma, or something like that.) either that or claming up and going quiet.
The Toys were actually healing too, though not as much as the Originals. They had to deal with the fact that they went against their programming.
They harmed a child. Ripped off her jaw even! It was a very traumatic relization so to speak.
"Hey BonBon, ChiChi, Troy?" They looked up to see Mangle in human form. His voice didn't really glitch when he was like that- only when he was very emotional. "Could you go to the Party Room and get the tool box? It should be near the door. I kind of, well not me exactly, but you know the kids they sorta messed up my hand and , well..." He trailed off.
Troy thought about it. On one hand, Mangle needed the tools very badly. On the other, however, the Originals were going to be there too. That's where they spent most of their time, anyways.
Troy decided that he would take one for the team and go into the party room. Whats the worse that could happen? Maybe they wouldn't be there. He gestured the others to stay put before he went outside the room.
He crept along the dimly lit hallways, mindful of the cameras. Pushing open the door, he went to the side, only pausing when a sound reached his ears. Were ome of the Originals actually singing? Troy must admit, it did sound quite good.
He stayed in his spot against the wall, hidden in the shadows. The song was quite somber, creepy and wistful at the same time. The song stopped and Troy bit back a sigh.
He grabbed the tool bag and started to the door. Only problem was that the bag dropped half way and created a loud noise. He froze and whipped around to face the Original. A very red face Freddy greeted him with a squeak.
Troy hurried to apologize. "Sorry! I was just, uh, just getting tools for my friend!" Darn it Troy! Don't mess this up! Why the heck are you stuttering?! Tossing one more quick apology over his shoulder, he bolted from the room, running towards the room where his friends were.
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Mangle raised a confused eye brow when the tool bag was thrown to him by a red face brunet. "Thanks...? Why are you so red?" Troy simply shook his head, pressing his face against his hands.
Troy still had a trace of red on his face when they all went down to their rooms. Sitting on his bed, he groaned, leaning down on his back with his hands still on his head.
Why does that dang bear animatronic human thingy have to look that cute?!
Sorry for the super short chapter! Review? Maybe it'll make me more motivated?