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A few nights had passed and no matter what incidents occurred, he still returned. I wanted to meet him, to know more. A part of my programming just felt a connection I just couldn't shake. That all changed tonight. I wanted to meet him. It won't leave my system unless I do. The clock strikes twelve and the sound of my music box turning reaches my ears. I let it reach the beginning of the song before I move it away from the manual winding device. There was a chance that this would draw him towards me. The ticking of the clock seemed to be louder and louder. Less movement than usual, especially in the vents below me. Was no one wandering?
Suddenly, footsteps reached my ears but they were a pair that was unfamiliar. They were far too light to be from a member of my family. At the same time, they were fast and not coming in my direction. I sat up and opened my door. He was wandering the halls! The animatronics would severely harm him if they got their hands on him. I quickly walk down the hallways hoping that I meet him before anyone else does. I have no idea if he has his Freddy Fazbear head with him to hide his living form from their data base. Hopefully I found him first. I entered the hallway that led to the bathrooms. A similar noise was coming my way, and my feet came to a screeching halt as I met the pair of eyes I had been searching for.
He seems to initially jump as seeing my form suddenly in his line of vision. I lift my hands up in a defenseless like motion. The flashlight repeatedly strobes in my eyes as if I were…them. There is no way that he could know that my mask protects my circuits. His futile efforts cause a panic, the emotions showing on his face. This is the first time that I am fully able to take him in. He's tall, possibly six feet. His hair is a bit long, somewhat covering his eyes. There are glasses on his face, slightly reflecting the shine of the flashlight. My hands drop to my sides, arms swinging behind my back. There is silence in the hallway. He seems insecure with my presence.
It was time for the normal introductory routine.
I held the hem of my dress and curtsied for him. He just watched and began to mutter, "It's the puppet girl from the other day." He was referring to earlier in the week when he accidentally bumped into me. "I…I haven't seen you since then. I wasn't sure you even wandered." I just stood there and said nothing. I had never had a one on one conversation before, only in the context of a group with the children and their families. At least he hasn't run from me. He suddenly looks at the small device in his hands and the fear reclaims him.
"The box…isn't winding! Something is wrong!"
He looks at me as if I am planning to respond, not realizing that the music box was for my control. Before I know it, he has taken off down the hallway in an attempt to find my home. Even with a map on his monitor, the place was still a bit confusing as it doesn't include the restrooms. I just skipped after him, partly for amusement and the other part to keep him safe. As I turned the corner to follow him, I saw his foot slide on a discarded piece of Mangle and he hit the floor with a loud 'thud.' I step closer, until my form is hovering over his. He turns over and props himself up on his elbows, pain evident on his face. I slowly lower myself, straddling his hips. The word "no" is uttered multiple times, more than I can keep up with. Something about the way he begs for his life makes a smile form behind my mask.
"The…music is pretty, isn't it?"
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