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His eyes showcased his confusion. I could only assume that it was due to my possession of a voice that didn't sound artificial. His eyes never leave mine, except for the few occasional blinks. I just continue to sit on his abdomen, slightly tilting my head to the side. The music box is the only sound for the longest time until he finally speaks, "Th-that's 'My Grandfather's Clock,' isn't it?" I let out a small chuckle. I was unaware if my song even had a title, but it must have one logically.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Beautiful regardless." I state. No movement is made. I'm not sure if he still fears me or if he is formulating a plan in his head. I lower myself to get a better look at him from behind my mask. I had made out some of his facial features from a far but closer, I could see that his eyes were a shade of blue similar to newer model Bonnie. I've never seen a human that was so…intoxicating? He is tense with the lack of distance between us. His hands suddenly shove me to the floor as he scrambles to his feet. Off he goes once more, in a panic over my music box winding down. I smile once more, continuing to follow him if not only for protection. He checks the layout, unsure location of my box.

I use the discarded flashlight to illuminate the hallway. He stops and turns to me. "Did you see something?" I say nothing. He approaches me swiftly and rips the flashlight from my hand. "Why should I even trust you?! You're one of them!" He snarls. I cannot discredit his response but I do know that his hysterics are drawing them near. The longer we stand in one spot, the sooner they will find him.

And I was right.

As he turned to leave once more, the scrapped model of Bonnie entered the corridor. He froze, staring into the abyss that was once Bonnie's face. I watched his haphazard attempt to run from him. I quickly reached out and clutched his arm, yanking him to the floor behind me. He gazes up at me from the floor, calmer than anticipated. "Don't move," I whisper. "He won't kill you if you do move out from behind me."

He shivers violently sweating…but not moving. His chest, however, is rising and falling like a jackhammer. My eyes shift up to meet the cave of wires, metal and crimson lights. His only hand squeaks as he reaches out and runs the fingers alongside the lining of my mask, grazing my chin. The guard huddled against the back of my legs is quietly observing the interactions, as if we were an unknown species of some kind. His trust in me is unwavering. I feel the scanner registering my eyes in the broken ghost of Bonnie's shell. The focus is entirely on me. Bonnie turns and returns to the darkened halls just as quickly as he had appeared.

I turn back down to him as he is still shaking from the encounter. A guard has never strayed from his desk before and there was a good reason for that. I notice that he is whispering to me after a moment, "The m-music box…t-t-the music box…"

He hasn't figured it out yet and I do not wish to indulge him. I speak softer than I had previously, "It's beautiful…and intoxicating, like you…Tell me, do you want to live?" His responses start to come in the form of a sputter.

"Intoxi... no, it'll get us all... killed?" He stares up at me, beads of ice-cold sweat nearing his eyes. "I do want to live... I do..." I extend my hand to him, offering to help him up from the floor. Finally deciding to take it, we begin to migrate in the direction of my room. I tighten my grip a little, "You'll be safe here with me." He squeezes my hand back in response but is still not convinced of his safety.

"But the music, we're closer to it! Isn't that…"

He doesn't finish his sentence as I whip him onto the hard floor and shut the door behind me. He looks up at me, fear slowly creeping back in. I lift my hand and point to the instrument of my control. "There it is. You can wind it as much as you want." He gets to his feet, eyes glancing to the box and then back to me, but didn't move. This started to mess with my circuits. Although I was programmed a certain way, I still did not fully understand emotions. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn't your focus be somewhere else?" I close the distance between us once more. No movement on his part.

"Do you want me to step back? Prefer that I leave you alone?"

Almost against his own free will, his hands reach out and grab the small of my back. "I don't want you to go. You can't leave me alone!" I say nothing, having never been held like this before and yet, deep in my mind, I felt as if I had been a long time ago. The box enters its final string of tune. "The song's almost over…" I mutter. From what I can read he seems almost, "excited" now. Living on the brink of death while our eyes are locked. I can feel my circuits start to fire as the final note chimes. His gaze shifts from my mask to the walls. The room has fallen silent, nothing happening. My smile slowly rises to my face. "What's happening? Are we dead?" His blood runs cold.

I let out a hysterical laugh, my hair shadowing my mask. He just looks down at me, befuddled by the amusement. "No…we aren't." I continue to laugh, "Silly boy…I led you right to it." He removes his hands from me and takes a step back as the realization strikes him.

"Whose music box do you think it is?"

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