Grey stared at his feet as he sat in the open door of his car. So much was running through his head and yet he felt distant to the noise. He didn't know how long he sat like that before being drawn back to reality by a buzzing. He blinked a few times as his brain tried to figure out what he was hearing. Humming in understanding as he saw his phone on the dash. Grabbing it and turning it on, he saw a message from an unsaved number. It gave him an idea on what to do next.
Grey, thank you for using Moving Bro's Co. If you're satisfied with your experience, please consider rating us! the text read. He had used his account to help a friend move a few weeks back and he had never been happier then right now to get spam.
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Freddy listened to the car drive out of the parking lot, a bit confused and though he wouldn't admit it, a bit scared. His memory had been the only part of him to go unaffected by the passage of time. He remembered the last time their creator had walked out the door. Freddy hadn't understood the odd expression on their father's face at the time, but it was obvious now that he had been looking around for what he knew was the final time. The loss of the man they had seen as his father and the abandonment of the restaurant had broken them all, though none as bad as Chica.
Freddy came back to reality after a few minutes, according to his internal clock, finding himself standing in the back room that held the servers and other device panels. He had been staring at the locked steel door set into the back wall. He stood in the eye of an emotional hurricane, volatile feelings surrounding him but not touching him. He stomped the ember of pain from his chest as he turned to continue his slow walk of their old home.
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Grey sighed. His plan seemed to be a bust. He had gotten the idea to move Freddy out of the building and into a rented storage unit where he had a clean and dry space to store and work on him. He had also thought of the rest of the band, but had no idea where they were in the building or if they were there at all. The biggest issue so far was the lack of a big enough unit that was available on short notice. He slumped back in the couch with a groan. A fierce headache was pounding away at the inside of his brain, advil only beginning to help take away the edge. At least he didn't have a noisy neighbor or roommate... Wait. That was it, the solution to his problem. Why had he not thought of it sooner?
Whelp, another short chapter for ya. Been making some decent progress with the shorter chapters so I'll probably keep up the short trend. I hope you all enjoyed, tootalloo! X3