Mable: Here we are! Another day, another unsettling night with a bunch of angry mice, am I right? XD Anyway, I hope you Enjoy!
Can't Go Home Again
Chapter Sixty-Eight
"If Mari asks, I was at your house between one and six."
The command was just sudden enough to take Jeremy off guard. He fixed his glasses absentmindedly before asking, "Why?"
"Because I spent the night at Phone Guy's and if he finds out, he'll get the wrong idea," Mike explained. Here he was lying again; it didn't feel good, but it was a necessary evil. He kept his voice lower so that none of the nearby patrons would hear him. "Do you mind?"
"Uh… No, okay. No problem… But I won't have details," Jeremy pointed out. "Do I just-?"
"Only if he asks, you don't need details," Mike assured. "I'm going to let Marionette marinate for a while and then I'll tell him around the end of shift…" He fixed his hat in a way like how Jeremy fiddled with his glasses. "And then I'll figure out what to tell him when I leave tonight."
"You're going back to Phone Guy's?" Jeremy asked in confusion. This changed into concern, "What's going on over there?"
"Baby drama," Mike quipped, then looked out of the corner of his eye at Jeremy. "And as far as I know, Marionette doesn't know, nor does he want to know, where Baby is."
"Well… It's good you're helping, then…" For the first time since the conversation started, Mike felt genuinely bad about this web he was weaving. Yet he knew he had to keep the story up for the rest of the week. He was willing to quit on Saturday or Sunday, but the rest of the week would involve dodging questions and accusations. He would have to make due with something.
Mike dismissed himself and passed through the dining hall to keep an eye on the surplus of visitors. There were still only a few birthdays, but plenty of kids and adults were crowding the building. It wasn't really like there were many other venues in town that were aimed at children and this left the pizzeria at a mark advantage. Both Foxy and Marionette were out wandering the pizzeria and working as hard as they could to visit all the children. Marionette especially, who was balancing between the mass of children and his young fangirl.
Marionette brushed by him briefly; a subtle gesture, but an attentive one regardless. It showed that he was still paying attention to Mike at least. These motions became more frequent by six o'clock, when the children started to leave and the amount of customers started to slow down. He would pass by with an affectionate chime and brief squeeze to his arm, then leave to continue servicing the children. It was obvious that he was concerned after the night before and while Mike liked the attention, he knew that there would be questioning, and he hated having to lie to him.
Once it neared closing, the Puppet mostly avoided Mike until the end of the workday; he was too busy trying to take the load off Foxy to have time to question Mike about anything. Eventually, the doors closed and cleaning began.
Mike knew he was going to get cornered, but he had to tend to a spilled cup of ice cream in the prize corner. Some young boy had dropped it while exchanging tickets and now the melted, vanilla cream was just another thing to make the floor sticky. As he scrubbed at the floor with a small hand brush, he made light conversation. "I think the ice cream is probably the biggest mistake we made. We're just going to have to tack something in the doorway that says not to bring food in."
"I'm not sure if that will fix our problem. Children aren't necessarily known for listening to taped papers with rules on them," Marionette remarked in amusement. "I don't suppose you saw Freddy's own?" Mike nodded, as he had seen the strange list that was mounted at the pizzeria. "I can assure you that each of those rules were broken at least once." The look of disgust on the security guard's face was enough to cause Marionette to chime with laughter.
The Puppet rested his head on his hands, with his arms propped on the edge of his box. "So, what happened last night? You were out quite late," Marionette pointed out. "It had to be six or seven in the morning when you got home."
"Yeah, about that… I was over at Phone Guy's and it got late, so I crashed at Jeremy's," Mike excused as he continued to clean. "Phone Guy's been having his problems."
"I know," Marionette bluntly remarked. However, it didn't necessarily sound like an agreement, but a statement. Mike hesitated in his work and glanced over.
"You know?" Mike inquired back.
"I think you know that I already do," Marionette quietly answered as he slid down against the edge of the box. "And I know what you really were doing last night."
With an inward wince, Mike gave a weary sigh and set everything aside. His full attention was now on the Puppet. "How'd you find out?"
"It wasn't too hard, and as much as I rather not know, I figured it out rather quickly." Marionette rested on his crossed arms and peered at his human companion. "And while you already know what my thoughts would be- and while I'm not certain of your reasons- I'm sure you have them."
"I should've known. Can't hide anything from you," Mike agreed with a slight smile. "But you… You're fine with it?"
"I don't know how I feel, to be honest," Marionette admitted. "I cannot forgive her and I will not speak to her… But no animatronic deserves to be refused of repairs. After seeing Chipper's, after seeing some of the animatronics I have in the past, I won't stand in the way of it. Letting an animatronic's body go is the worst form of abuse one can inflict on an animatronic."
Mike blinked and it hit him that Marionette was not talking about Hickory Dickory's, but Baby. Marionette was talking about knowing about Baby at Phone Guy's; Mike was back to hiding the truth.
"What was wrong with her?" Marionette quietly asked. His voice was a bit quieter and he seemed to be covering his emotions again, if his suddenly 'off' smile was any indication.
"What's not wrong with Baby?" Mike stalled. "But more specifically, Baby's got her wires in a twist. Phone Guy's not handling any of it very well- You know how scared he is of everything."
"Indeed, I do," Marionette chimed again as he straightened. "But I did worry about you. Especially after the state you were in when the alarm went off." He reached out and affectionately brushed over Mike's cheek.
"Just imagine a night on Jeremy's couch- and I mean alone with three Minireenas and one Magician with a bad sense of humor," Mike clarified vaguely. He would prefer not to directly lie. "But I'm fine now. You don't have to worry about me, Doll."
"But if I don't, who will?" Marionette remarked matter-of-factly with a playfulness on his tone. "You have everyone else fooled, Mr. Schmidt." The Puppet had this joking tone in his voice, "but you can't hide from me." Mike didn't know if that was a challenge or if it was just naïve bliss. Neither of which made Mike feel very confident.
But Marionette let him leave again that evening, so Mike felt bad regardless.
This time, Mike made sure he was sitting in his office chair well before Midnight. A bottle of water and a few candy bars were shoved into the top drawer; he supposed both would work better than the soda and the chips from the night before. His fingers tapped on the top of the desk as he waited for Midnight to hit. The lights powered down and he was thrown into semi-darkness once more. Shortly afterward, his cell phone rang, and Mike answered it quickly. "Hello, hello?"
"Hello, hello yourself. Welcome to Tuesday," Jennifer greeted him. She sounded a bit less tense than the night before. "I'm hoping you're ready for tonight."
"I will be once you tell me why there was a little boy in here changing the thermostat. You didn't mention that was going to happen," Mike pointed out. If she purposely hid it from him, he was going to confront her directly.
"Oh, Boy Blue was out? He's pretty unpredictable; sometimes he's there in the beginning of the week, sometimes the end, and sometimes he stays off all week. He's not dangerous," she assured.
"I consider heat stroke dangerous enough," Mike responded, "but that's fine. What's the real danger tonight?"
She paused for a few seconds and she shuffled over the phone. "Tonight's Tuesday, so it looks like you'll be dealing with Bo. You'll need a flashlight or some balled up pieces of paper, or a broom."
"I have a flashlight," Mike said.
"Alright, that'll work. So, there's two animatronics that become active tonight… And of course, Hickory, Dickory, and Doc will still be on the loose- apparently Boy Blue as well. Which is not a good thing, because Boy Blue tends to exasperate the sheep situation," Jennifer admitted. She then pulled back onto track, "Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and she's going to be searching for them both around the arcade."
There was a thump as Hickory stepped down from the stage and headed out towards the front. Mike watched him go and checked the cameras to make sure he was distracted somewhere up there.
"There's two sheep, but only one is going to be here tonight. It's a small animatronic that wanders around and doesn't do much. It will try to get into your office and hide under your desk if it can. If it does, Bo Peep will follow, and she's not friendly to people who get too close to her sheep. She's only dangerous if the sheep gets into your office, so shine a light, throw something- just get the sheep out of there and you're good," Jennifer sounded confident enough on this front. Mike wasn't sure if she had suddenly become a good liar or was being honest.
"Alright, I'll handle it," Mike agreed. Then he leaned back in the office chair and played with a new idea. "Ever hear of a place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" Jennifer went deathly silent for a few seconds. "Ran out of Utah. It was sort of like this place-."
"Don't know anything about that," Jennifer rapidly denied. "So, I'll let you go-."
"How about this place- Where is it-?" Mike pretended to look for something. "Here we go; Afton Robotics? Ever hear of that place? I hear they build animatronics there."
"Huh, that's… Something," Jennifer seemed to be growing increasingly uncomfortable. "But I need to go. You're going to talk your way into a visit from one of the characters." It was obvious that Jennifer had no intention to continue spilling information. So, Mike finished the call and hung up.
"So, we're in agreement?" Mike asked himself as he turned his attention to the monitor. "She knows something, but might be contractually obligated not to say anything... Or she knows nothing and just isn't into me." That was probably for the best. He didn't know if Marionette would be more upset about; him sneaking around with other animatronics or him having daily chats with a random woman. Knowing Marionette, it would probably be the former, as he always seemed to become so protective when strange animatronics were involved.
Then Bo Peep appeared on screen. He caught sight of her standing outside of the prize corner and recognized her arm as the one he saw the night before. She resembled a human, though not nearly as human looking as something like Ballora. Her face was too round and her proportions were slightly off. Unlike Ballora as well, her clothing wasn't entirely molded on. The upper chest was molded to resemble a blouse while she had on a short, hoop skirt that seemed to be sealed into a crack at the waist.
She had a flimsy, blonde wig that looked patchy at best and was seeing to lose its curls over the years, only held on by an old bonnet. Pale 'skin', big, blue eyes, faded cheeks of pink, and wide, flat feet; a basic design. She wasn't anything special, but he did notice that she was walking a bit faster than both Hickory and Dickory. Mike flipped through the cameras before hearing some movement by the thermostat. Looking over, he could see the boy animatronic, Boy Blue, slumped by the thermostat. Mike shined his flashlight over and Boy Blue vanished around the corner.
Then the security guard hurried over to fix the thermostat. As expected, Boy Blue had again turned it to the highest setting, but this time Mike was able to catch it in time. Though as he did, something small and fast suddenly darted by.
"Hey!" Mike reflexively pulled his flashlight back out and flickered it over the office. There, only about a foot tall and zooming around on wheels connected to unmoving legs, was a small sheep. "I see you down there. Get out of here!" He followed the sheep with his flashlight and it circled the desk before taking off towards the kitchen. "And thus, continues the pattern of the small ones being frustrating as hell," he muttered as he headed back to his seat. A new set of animatronics, a new thing to watch out for, but still a standard night.
Hickory entered the office halfway through two in the morning. He didn't directly approach the desk, but he wandered around in front of it, almost looking disoriented as he did so. Mike kept a careful eye on him as the animatronic wobbled about. The security guard considered trying to somehow ward it off, when something thumped against his foot. There was the sheep stopped against him, staring upwards with blue eyes, and Mike pushed it back.
Unfortunately, it rolled right back and bumped Hickory's own foot. Hickory dropped his head, vaguely stared in the sheep's direction, and a loud groan echoed from the show stage.
"For the love of-," Mike cut off with an impatient exhale and slid underneath the desk. He glared underneath the desk at the sheep, which was still stuck against Hickory's foot, as the thundering footsteps rushed in. Apparently, the sheep wasn't too fond of Doc, as it sped off the moment that the larger animatronic began to bang on the desk. Once Doc stalked off, Mike was back in his seat.
There was another period without much action. Boy Blue tried to sneak in again, but was detoured by the light from the flashlight. All in all, Hickory Dickory's was much less dangerous that Freddy's. Or, at least, it was during Tuesday night. By time it was pushing three o'clock, Mike was starting to feel stiff and bored. He quickly checked over the cameras and managed to find Hickory, Dickory, Bo Peep, and Boy Blue all clustered in a far corner by a flickering arcade cabinet. The sheep seemed to be stuck behind Dickory, who was closed in by Bo Peep, who was closed in by Hickory-.
They were out of commission, Mike assumed, and he stood to stretch his legs. The rest of the cameras showed an absolute lack of activity, showing that there weren't any other animatronics sneaking around, and it started to raise Mike's own confidence. "Just a short walk. It's not like I can't hide wherever anyway," Mike assured himself as he stood and began to walk through the arcade. As he walked past the hallway he looked down towards where the animatronics were clustered and couldn't see them. Most likely, they were still stumbling over each other, and he quickened his pace.
The kitchen was dim, cold, and connected to a small dining room and a show stage. The miniature stage was shielded with a curtain and Mike went still to not awaken whatever hid behind. A few moments passed and nothing moved behind the curtain, so Mike assumed that whatever animatronic was still inactive. He glanced upwards at the sign above the stage and could see 'Poppy and Sly' printed on it, but there was little indication of what was hiding behind the curtain, and he wasn't exactly jumping to go see what waited back there.
Everything in the room looked untouched and was certainly not set up to serve in. Instead of tables and chairs, there was merely a half circle of chairs before the stage, pointing towards it. The kitchen was largely barren as well and everything had a layer of dust and a stagnant scent. He could believe that they had stopped using the kitchen for daily use from just this alone. There really wasn't anything too interesting hiding inside.
Mike knew couldn't leave the office for too long. Turning his back on the kitchen and dining room, Mike stepped back out into the arcade once more. He immediately froze at the sound of something scuttling above. He tilted his head back and stared at the plastic tunnel that led over the kitchen door. Something was climbing around inside, but in another stroke of luck, whatever it was seemed to be climbing deeper inside the plastic maze. Mike quickly continued to the office.
Then luck went south dramatically. At about ten feet away, Mike could see both Bo Peep and he sheep standing in the office and knew that he had been blocked off. He kept moving and headed down towards the front door before Bo Peep could see him. Best case scenario, he could waste a few hours at the prize counter and slip out the front at the end of his shift.
When Hickory was spotted lingering with the prizes, Mike took a sharp right and headed down one of the halls of arcade cabinets, intending to circle around and appear at the office. Slowly, he was starting to lose confidence in his idea to randomly stroll around the arcade while the animatronics were out, but until this point he still felt like they weren't as dangerous. They didn't seem to be as aggressive as anything that came out of Freddy's- especially nothing that had been found down in Afton's- and most of them were dull enough to walk around.
One of the arcade cabinets was alit with a game while staying muted. Mike sent a glance at it as he began to pass, then found himself slowing to a stop. 'The Three Blind Mice's Clock Race' was flashing in bold letters over the screen and underneath the title were three pixelated mice, seemingly 'dancing' by flipping left and right. However, the arcade machine was entirely silent.
"Maybe they muted it to keep the animatronics from being lured over here? That would've made my job moderately easier," Mike mentally accessed as he reached out to touch the start button. The screen flickered and changed to a character selection screen between the three. Mike chose Hickory and was reassured when the machine continued to remain silent as it revealed what looked like a large, dark brown tower covered in platforms.
"Climb the clock!" the game boldly proclaimed in large, colorful letters. Then a sort of timer started to count down in the top corner. Instead of normal numbering, it counted like a backwards clock. Twelve, then after a few seconds it changed to eleven-fifty, then to eleven-forty, and Mike pulled back long enough to check down both halls to make sure nobody was coming. Then he set the flashlight aside and rested his hands on the controls. He maneuvered Hickory to hop and climb the tower, watching as it slowly revealed a pendulum, reassuring that it was a clock.
In the bottom right was another sort of counter. Every ten platforms it would count up a number, so it was likely a ticket counter. Other than that, the game was rather basic, and time continued to tick down. The tower didn't seem to be ending anytime soon and he was prepared to continue until the counter hit zero. Six, five-fifty, five-forty, five-thirty, five-twenty-.
-and then the game suddenly stopped.
Hickory was frozen mid-jump and a dull static was beginning to eat at the edges of the screen. A low crackle made its way out of the belly of the cabinet and something flickered on the screen for a split second. The security guard leaned forward just a bit, as though captivated with whatever was happening on the screen. His eyes began to burn from the lack of blinking and he tightened his hands on the ridges of the cabinet. Another flash, a brief image of something pixelated that he couldn't register fast enough, and suddenly Mike's heartbeat started to quicken.
Panic tightened in his chest as he heard footsteps from somewhere. One of them was approaching, but Mike was nearly frozen. With this sudden realization, Mike yanked his hands back and took ahold of his body again, refusing to look back at the game screen again.
"It's me. This is all just me," he muttered under his breath as he grabbed the flashlight and headed around the corner.
Mike immediately stopped in his tracks when he found himself staring down at Dickory at the end of the hall. Deciding not to risk it, he turned around and walked past the arcade machine to head towards the front door. For a few moments it was clear, but then Hickory suddenly stepped out in his way. The animatronic stared down towards him and made a clicking noise, as though clicking its teeth. The security guard was suddenly cornered and he sent an accusatory glance towards the game cabinet, which had averted almost entirely to static.
"It's too tight," Mike muttered as he backed towards the corner where he could see both mice animatronics. "I try to get past either of them and Doc's going to see me." His focus shifted onto Dickory and, being that he was closest to the office, he became a possible target. "I could shove past Dickory and get to the office. Then Doc would be running back over here," he mentally planned. This seemed like a good enough idea. If he did nothing the two would continue to move in and would eventually trap him in place. This was his only chance.
As Dickory took a heavy step, Mike rushed him and shoved into his side as he barged past. Thankfully, Dickory was slow, and made no attempt to grab the security guard. He didn't need to; something else was waiting in the next hall and leaned out right as the human passed. It grabbed him and yanked him close.
Bo Peep's face was suddenly shoved into Mike's and her eyes began to rush over his face, as though trying to identify him. Her hands were heavy and only tightened on his shoulder. She could've easily broke his bones, and Mike swung the flashlight into her right arm.
The right hand's grip released and Mike tried to run. He twisted himself in the animatronic's grip until the left hand released as well. Bo Peep let out a frustrated shriek as Mike stumbled back, then completely lost his footing when the sheep wedged itself behind his legs. Ignoring the fall on the unforgiving floor, Mike crawled back as Bo Peep started to move in. Her eyes retracted into her skull and left hollow, black holes with only specks of light in its place, making her only the more threatening.
The sheep was still there and Mike looked down at it before giving it a proper kick, sending it down the hall and thumping into the back of Dickory's leg. Bo Peep suddenly lost focus on Mike and followed the sheep with her gaze, then took a few steps after it. Mike got to his feet and broke into a sprint towards the office. He rounded the corner and hurried to the office entrance. Right there, right as he was about to get inside, a hulking form suddenly flew by with quick, heavy footsteps. It couldn't have been more than a few inches from him.
"Christ!" Mike blurted out. The animatronic didn't seem to be listening as it continued down towards the front door; obviously it was Doc and seemed to be more interested in where Hickory and Dickory had ran into the security guard.
Panting and on the verge of panic, Mike hurried into the office and instantly dove under the desk. This turned out to be a good decision as Doc appeared less than a few minutes later and began banging on the desk. It was enough to knock off the container of pens and rock the monitor. The shaking came to a halt soon afterwards, but this didn't mean that Doc was finished. Mike watched with dread as a hand tried to slide underneath the desk. It reached and grabbed around, but couldn't reach due to the odd angle that it had to bend over.
A few moments passed before it finally removed its hand stood back to full height. Doc then wandered back to the stage while Mike tried to slow down his heartrate. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to slide back into the chair and flipped through the monitor to check the animatronics.
That had been close.
That had been amazing.
As foolish as it all was, as risky and dangerous as it had been, Mike felt the rush that he had been craving. He was nearly trembling with adrenaline and had just managed to skirt death yet again. Yet as amazing as the thrill was, Mike had his fill of the night and decided to stay in the office and continue his job as originally intended.
By time it turned five in the morning, Mike was ready to leave and did a last check on the monitors before heading to the back door. He timed it so that he would be standing by the backdoor when the power died. Then he stepped out when the building fell into darkness and shut the door before the sounds of footsteps could get any closer.
He arrived at home about the same time as the night before. Mike quickly tossed his things onto the table and headed back into the bedroom. From the cocoon of blankets balled up on half of the bed, it was clear that Marionette had decided not to sleep in his box tonight. The security guard softly sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to rouse the animatronic as he kicked off his shoes. He considered taking a shower, but decided to wait when he realized that the sun would probably be up any minute now.
Then he considered getting changed into better clothes, but for a second time he just gave up on the idea and collapsed back onto the bed. So many unanswered questions, so many aggressive animatronics, too many more days left that he would be stuck in the arcade; eventually, the questions would come… But for tonight, Mike would ride off the high. Tomorrow he would have to figure the rest out.
He pulled the limp mound of blankets closet and took in the comforting warmth as his mind shut down.
It was strange that Ennard was still in the garage. It was sheer curiosity that led Scott to open said door and peer inside, but there was no sign of the animatronic except for the remains of Baby's shell. His eyes landed on the shell and he wandered closer to it.
"Ennard?" Scott quietly asked as he reached out and took ahold of Baby's face plates. He coaxed them open, but saw nothing inside. It certainly sounded like something was moving inside though, so he tried to look down through the neck and into the shell's abdomen. He caught a glimpse of wires somewhat down and the top of a metal head.
"Ennard? Are you asleep?" Scott asked as he tapped on the exterior. It almost vibrated through the partially hollow body. The metal head immediately slid downwards and wires slid to cover it protectively. A low voice spoke from deeper inside.
"Don't look at me," Ennard murmured. His voice wavered on Funtime Freddy's before immediately shifting back to the more feminine one. "I'm not together."
"It's not a problem. You've seen me not together all the way, you know," Scott pointed out before trying to coax the shell's front open a bit. "You didn't get up this morning…" He had a suspicion that Ennard might have been awake all night, but then again, he wasn't certain if Ennard needed to sleep at all. All the information he knew about these metal creations was being challenged daily.
The animatronic didn't reply beyond the shifting and burying of wires. Indeed, it didn't look 'put together' at all. "I need to come out. Will you go wait inside?"
"I can…But could I watch?" Scott inquired. He had never seen the other with its wires out of sorts and it made him a bit interested.
"I don't want you to see me. I'm not put together," Ennard stated more firmly. Its body shifted against the metal exterior and Scott caught sight of a white mask appearing from the bottom of the mound.
Scott knew better than to test any animatronic- nor human, but that was another story- and knew that he could be walking a tightrope. Yet he found himself too interested to deny. "…Please? I really- trust me, I don't care how it looks. I've seen so much worse; human things, blood and all."
There was a lingering pause. Then came a sort of voiceless sigh and the shell started to open.
Wires spilled out of the front and collapsed to the garage floor. It wasn't exactly what Scott was expecting and watching it twist and move was bizarre. A leg stepped out, wobbled, and then wires started to tighten and cling around it. A second leg and a torso stepped out from the shell as the wire arms started to twist and tighten together. It head hung down and purposefully looked away from Scott as it tried to move its mask over its face.
Minor disaster struck when it dropped the mask. Wires reached in a desperate struggle to grab the mask and Scott leaned down to grab it, "Here, I got it."
"Don't look at me!" Ennard cried out in a sudden panic. Its voice was just as entangled as his body; both Baby and Freddy's crackling and popping.
Scott flinched back for a second, "I-I'm not looking, calm down." He stiffly handed over the mask and quickly stood, getting a form of distance between them. The hand of wires grabbed ahold of the mask and eagerly shoved it back onto its face. The animatronic then calmed back down and began to slowly wind itself back together. "It's not that bad, really," Scott assured, trying to make small talk.
"If it wasn't you then it would be," Ennard forewarned. "If- If they found me like this," it began again with its voice heavy with the muffled 'breathing' sound. "They would take me back down there." Scott knew that it meant Afton's Robotics. "…But I can't hide this."
"Did… you ever have a suit?" Scott inquired, curious to why Ennard was walking around without one if it once had one. This was yet another question that triggered a lingering period of silence. "This one wasn't yours, but you had one of your own, right?" Maybe Ennard and Baby worked together, Scott assumed. Perhaps Ennard had been a character at the failed 'Circus Baby's Pizza World'.
"No," Ennard bluntly stated as it finally straightened itself. It began to manipulate the wires on its chest and worked them into the familiar 'bow' pattern that Scott had noticed. Strangely still, Ennard did not elaborate, and Scott found himself a bit more uncomfortable with this revelation. All the animatronic had to do was shut down and Scott was left in the dark, and everything already seemed suspicious. The blue eyes were back to focusing on him, "I'm back together again. Can we go inside?"
"Sure, sure," Scott agreed as he headed to the garage door. He stepped into the living room and then slowed to a crawl, turning to face his companion. "I need to do a little more work before noon. You can distract yourself?" Ennard didn't protest this and gave a brief agreement. "Great. I'll be right back," the man announced as he stepped into the office. "I'm closing the door." Naturally, the animatronic wouldn't suspect anything, as this was a ritual that the human did daily.
Scott collapsed into the office chair and quickly dialed the number out. After a few rings, the call was answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Fritz, it's me," Scott began. He cleared his throat, "I was just talking with Baby and I… I have a few questions about this Ennard."
Mable: It took long enough, but Scott finally has had an epiphany- maybe he should ask up about the animatronic living with him before he starts sleeping with his door unlocked. XD Anyway, the next chapter will be posted as soon as it's finished. I hope you enjoyed!