A Moment of Reprieve
The day had been spent in silence. Neither animatronic was willing to speak. Neither was really willing to move. While the sun made its way through the sky, humans made their way along the nearby street. With the rising light came the ability to study their surroundings. This warehouse, old and worn as it appeared to be, was still very much in use. Evidence of heavy machinery marked the dirt. Footprints were easy enough to spot. Every passing vehicle was treated as a potential risk of discovery. They dared not move for fear of somehow drawing attention to themselves. The workers sent by Fazbear Entertainment may very well have realized their escape by now. If not, then they inevitably would. Nine foot tall animatronics do not simply vanish. They moved - and they had indeed moved far under the cover of night.
Just not far enough to feel secure in their temporary shelter. They knew not what time it was when the humans first began to arrive at the warehouse. All that they knew was that the sun had risen rather high in the sky. The two could do nothing but remain still and hidden, though they studied what these humans did. This place appeared to behave as some sort of temporary storage. For what, the bots did not know. Large wooden crates full of white bags were unloaded from massive vehicles. Thankfully the people appeared to be disinterested in assuring the security of the building. The crates were simply unloaded and then left wherever they had been placed. None ever drew close enough to the hidden animatronics to risk discovering them. Few had even bothered to gaze in their general direction.
Once their work was done the people left. They brought with them their heavy vehicles, but left behind the crates. The rogue animatronics remained perfectly still and silent until the activity on the road slowed to a trickle. By then the signs of dusk had already begun to show. They tentatively became active once it became clear that the people were unlikely to return. At which point curiosity overtook them. They would not be leaving the security of the warehouse until after the sun had completely vanished from the sky. The contents of the crates became a subject of curiosity at that point. Specifically the contents of the white bags that were held within them. The bolder of the two was the one to take the initiative. Either out of genuine curiosity, or in order to prevent their twin from being put at risk should whatever lay within the bags prove dangerous.
Metallic claws were raked along the outside of a random bag in order to pill its contents. Thousands of kernels of some unknown grain spilled from the wounds inflicted upon the bag. This further piqued the interest of the animatronics. Trash could fuel them just fine, but they did prefer food. Grain made an excellent fuel. Plenty of fuels used to power machines were the direct result of processing grain. This damaged bag was claimed for that very purpose. To be converted directly into essential power that would keep their animatronic bodies functioning. Grain was shoveled into their mouths by the handful. Nearly the whole bag was consumed in pursuit of energy. Once their fuel converters had been completely filled and their bodies assured a long enough charge to allow them to spend the following days travelling, the remaining contents of the bag were scattered.
The warehouse had been made into the home of countless rodents and birds. The grain was quickly and readily sought out. First by the birds. Then by the rats. These animals showed now fear in the presence of the animatronics. Quite the opposite. The birds proved to be just as curious of the machines and the machines were of them. The more docile of the animatronics extended a long arm to offer these curious birds a place to land. What could be described as a sense of childlike infatuation overtook them as a number of these surprisingly trusting birds proceeded to land on their extended limb.
"Pigeons~?" The curious AI inquired, peering towards their twin as if in search of confirmation. Or perhaps to make sure that their twin was able to share in the excitement of the moment. Neither of them had ever been able to draw so close to a bird before. In the rare event that a member of the animal kingdom might succeed in breaking into the Pizza Plex, it had always been removed before any of the animatronics could become too distracted by it. The other animatronic drew closer, curiously rotating their circular head to the side as they studied the tiny avians that had settled upon their twin's arm.
"Doves, I think." The other replied, tentatively extending a hand as if to touch one of the birds. The birds, however, responded by fluttering off. A disheartening interaction, for sure. Though there was at least an understanding that, for the birds, the presence of food had become more enticing than their interest in the animatronics.
"They're so pretty, Moony~" The original replied, contently watching as the avians went about their business of gobbling up the kernels of grain that had been scattered upon the dusty floor. Despite the tension of the hours prior, a sort of childlike joy had seemingly overtaken them. A comforting change for sure. After having been terrified for so long, it was nice to have this moment of reprieve.
"Yes, Sun... Very pretty~ I especially like that one there with the black face." Moon responded in turn, carefully motioning towards their favorite bird. His movements seemed purposefully slow, as if he feared that he may accidentally frighten the feathery animals. Sun's response was to hum excitedly as they carefully crouched down to have a closer look at the birds as they pecked at the floor. Following this, there came a few moments of content silence between them. The only sound being that of the animals scurrying around in search of the scattered grain. The birds pecked and scratched while the rodents chomped and chewed. To think that something so mundane, even annoying in the eyes of people, brought these runaway animatronics such a sense of comfort.
For them this was a new experience. Something pleasant to observe. New information worth taking in. The one downside of the moment was the fact that it inevitably had to come to an untimely conclusion. As the sun settled down beyond the limits of the horizon and the sky grew dark once more, the time to resume their journey set upon them. The birds had to be left behind. The warehouse had provided for them during their short time within it, but now they needed to put more distance between themselves and that forsaken Pizza Plex. The remains of the empty grain bag were quickly consumed by Moon to eliminate the evidence of their presence and the crate was re-secured. The birds and the rats were left behind to enjoy the grain which had been scattered. The animatronics pressed on, moving further from the city. Further from the prison that had nearly become the cause of their second demise.