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❛ But I'm NOT so strong, and they're not gone. They're still OUT THERE to take what's left of MINE. ❜

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Oh thank god I still have access to this account.

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For anyone that’s still following this blog, Riley has been moved to my mutimuse at @/starlightaligned !

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SCOTT CAWTHON WHAT THE FUCK

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    THE   PUPPET‌:

Unfortunately for Fritz, he hadn’t.

The gentle tune about a Grandfather’s Clock had cut off; and now, something much more fast-paced replaced it.

A children’s song, perhaps something familiar, a melody that was almost taunting Fritz with his coming fate.

There was something at the end of the hall, stalking closer: a tall, thin animatronic, the one that was in the Prize Corner-but hadn’t they gotten rid of it?

At the very least, it had been in parts and service, stuck in a box-it was strange. It shouldn’t be there, but it was-small blue pinpricks within the eye holes of the mask glaring at him.(Wait, blue? Weren’t they white?)

But there was something behind the puppet-a girl. A human girl, puppeteering the Marionette on bright green, translucent strings-much like the girl herself. She took after the form of the animatronic she controlled, especially the mask-red cheeks and lips, and those tear tracks, such a strange choice for an animatronic that gave gifts-but they fit on her face.

Then there was the voice, of a girl(the one behind the Marionette, most likely), and she sounded young. Twelve, at the most, but the tone the words possessed were filled with such hatred and sorrow, it seemed too mature for someone her age.

“Wind the box,” hissed the voice, the girl, “I don’t want to remember, you don’t want me to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you, please…wind…the…box…”

「 ✄ 」   ⋮   Ｇ Ｕ Ａ Ｒ Ｄ．   ⋮  ━━     No   matter   how   many   times   his   hands   churned   at   the   box’s   handle,   the   slow,   calming   music   would   not   return.   Only   that   fast   paced   tune   pounded   in   his   eardrums,   only   signifying   his   oncoming   demise.   God   DAMMIT,   how   could   he   be   so   careless   ?   

                From   the   end   of   that   seemingly   ENDLESS   abyss   does   a   shadow   approach;   long,   lanky   appendages   revealing   its   identity.   There   it   was;   the   PUPPET.   Fritz   had   known   that   SOMETHING   was   in   the   box   …   but   …   the   PUPPET   ?   Wasn’t   that   thing   supposed   to   be   scrapped   ?

                As   the   animatronic   moved   closer   and   closer;   that   creepy,   GODFORSAKEN   face   came   clearer   and   clear   into   view.   That   eternal   smile,   those   purple   tears,   why   did   ANYONE   think   that   would   appeal   to   children   ?   But   something   was   different.

                Why   were   it’s   eyes   BLUE   ?

                And   then,   it   SPOKE.   It   spoke   in   a   voice   that   definitely   sounded   too   life   -   like   and   yet   TOO   DEAD   for   a   machine   to   achieve.   There   were   far   too   many   HUMAN   EMOTIONS   within   that   voice   ...and   GOD,   it   sounded   just   like   a   child   !

                That   was   when   Fritz   noticed   the   apparition   behind   the   puppet.   A   child   just   a   BIT   younger   than   him.

                Oh   my   god,   he   was   right.   There   WERE   ghosts   lingering   here.

                His   dark   hues   blink   as   his   mind   processes   the   words.   Was   he   being   given   a   second   chance   to   wind   the   box   ?   If   he   could   LIVE   ON   and   have   the   opportunity   to   speak   to   ..   and   maybe,   just   maybe   help   the   spirits,   he’d   gladly   take   it.

                ‘   G   -   got   it   !   ‘

                His   hand   grabs   the   box   again,   winding   it   as   far   as   it   could   go   to   completely   restart   the   melody.   Soon   enough   its   normal   song   was   playing   once   again.   A   sigh   of   relief   escaped   him   before   he   dares   to   look   the   puppet   in   its   BLUE   eyes   again.

                ‘   There   !   Does   that   do   the   trick   ?   ‘

                A   pause.   It   …   or   rather,   SHE   said   she   doesn't   want   to   remember   ….   And   he   SHOULD   respect   her   wishes   …   but   he   just   wants   to   know   something.

                ‘   …   Who   ARE   you   ?   ‘  

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    UNKNOWN‌:

@bitevictim​ asked for a starter - Random (Vanya)

“Are you lost or something kid?”. Why was it that he always was drawn towards attempting to help out children? This one looked worried or scared, he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t really bring himself to just walk away and leave him to his own devices either. Annoying.

“Is your parents nearby or sister? Brother?”, his hands disappeared into his pockets as he glanced around for any sign of what could be making him appear so unsettled. Maybe he’d spotted one of the others around earlier? This was where they’d had a meeting not too long ago but Fyodor was usually rather careful at making sure they weren’t spotted.

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     It   wasn’t   often   that   STRANGERS   approached   the   child.   Most   everyone   in   the   little   city   turned   their   heads   away.   Children   thought   he   was   WEIRD.   Adults   thought   that   he   brought   bad   attention.   Not   even   his   own   big   brother   wanted   to   have   anything   to   do   with   him   …   unless   it   was   bullying   him.  

                The   idea   of   a   PERSON   he   doesn’t   know   made   him   slighty   (   maybe   more   than   slightly   )   anxious.   Was   this   person   going   to   hurt   him   too   ?

                The   child   was   silent;   hugging   his   yellow   teddy   bear   close   as   the   man   spoke.   His   parents   ?   Brother   ?   Sister   ?   Well,   those   were   things   normal   kids   had   but   ....   all   he   had   NOW   were   his   Daddy   and   his   big   brother.

                ‘   Maybe   a   little.   I   don’t   know   where   home   is.   ‘

                The   child   finally   admits   as   he   looks   away.   He   doesn’t   LIKE   saying   that   a   scary  looking   man   in   WHITE,   but   what   else   was   he   supposed   to   do   ?   If   only   he   were   older   and   wiser,   not   just   a   scared   five   year   old.

                ‘   I   don’t   have   a   SISTER   or   a   MOMMY.   But   I   have   a   DADDY   and   a   BIG   BROTHER   !   ‘

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I   want   to   be   more   ACTIVE   here   so   like   this   for   a   starter   !

May   be   short   /   based   on   past   memes   I   reblogged.   

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    UNKNOWN‌:

The problem was that she didn’t know what was following her. It’d been something big and scary so she’d blindly run away and somehow had ended up before this boy, tears shining in her eyes as she attempted to think on a reply. She didn’t wish to disappoint him by her answer but all that she could give was the truth - as unhelpful as that truth may be.

“I-I don’t know what it was but it looked rather scary…and a little like an animal? A bunny or something? I didn’t like it though…I’m sorry if I startled you…it might just be my mind playing tricks on me…that happens sometimes…”

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     ‘   Bunny   ‘

               Bunnies   were   about   the   LAST   thing   anyone   would   ever   think   of   harming   a   living   thing.   Bunnies   were   always   the   ones   that   RAN   AWAY   in   fright   at   the   very   notion   of   danger   !   But   bunnies   were   held   a   VERY   different   meanng   to   the   child.   Bunnies   held   knifes   and   stabbed   children   while   they   screamed   and   cried.   Bunnies   grabbed   innocents   and   shoved   them   into   a   mechanical   grave   of   sharp   metal   and   twisting   wire.   Bunnie   bore   fangs   and   wished   for   nothing   more   than   to   sink   those   fangs   into   his   flesh.   Bunnies   were   BAD.

               But   maybe   …   maybe   he   was   just   JUMPING   TO   CONCLUSIONS.   Maybe   the   girl   was   taking   about   a   different   bunny.   That   was   all   he   could   hope   for   in   that   moment.   Hope   that   he   wasn’t   about   to   face   another   nightmare.

              ‘   Y   -   You   don’t   see   it   anymore,   do   you   ?   It’s   not   around   here,   right   ?   ‘

              Now,   HE   was   nervous.

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    GRIMSBY‌:

“Well I know a bit colder now, but I think you might prefer a nice cold uh…” What were they called again? They seemed to have two different names for the same treat. They’re the same thing right? They’re called slurpees? Slushies? What is the difference between them? For all that Grimsby knows, they’re just drinks that are frozen that people drink through straws. And sometimes people seem to get a bit fancy about them. “It’s called a slushie.” And he hopes that he is saying the right one. “Loads better than drinking some paint.”

                ‘   Cold   is   okay   !   ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     Really,   he’d   PROBABLY   be   regretting   his   words   later   but   …   sweets   are   STILL   sweets   no   matter   what   the   temperature.   He’d   gladly   take   ice   cream   on   a   cold   winter’s   day.   It   wasn’t   really   that   OFTEN   he   got   to   have   something   nice.

                But   he’s   never   heard   of   a   SLUSHIE   before   !   The   diner   didn’t   have   things   like   that;   only   soda   machines   (   that   he   KNOWS   aren’t   exactly   regularly   cleaned   )   and   sink   water.   He’s   curious   now.

                ‘   I’ve   never   tried   a   slushie   !   The   diner   doesn’t   have   that   !   ‘

                What   kind   of   sorry   diner   was   Fredbear’s   ?   !

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the chosen taken from the 1967 chaim potok book.

listen next time. listen when someone talks to you. 

i am very proud of the way you handled yourself today.

it’s after five, sleepyhead.

we’ll have to put a bandage over that eye.

you’re not taking care of yourself, you know. your voice sounds awful.

that’s some pretty strong language, “vulgar and disgusting”.

i’m not being melodramatic. i really wanted to kill you. 

you’re not the center of the world, friend.

you slept almost a full day.

before you tell me how much you hate me, let me tell you that i’m sorry about what happened.

you really frightened me, talking that way. are you sure you’re all right?

the world kills us.

you’ve lost weight.

how are you? you’re the one in the hospital.

i’ve been waiting here ten minutes for you to wake up. 

your eyes look bloodshot.

that’s a pretty sad thing to think about. to be doing things without really knowing why you’re doing them.

it has been some day for you.

you’re a lucky boy. it could’ve been a lot worse.

you heard my little talk?

(name), as you grow older you will discover that the most important things that will happen to you will often come as a result of silly things, as you call them. “ordinary things” is a better expression.

what’s that, part of your religion or something?

i’m – i’m a little trapped. i’ll work it out, though – somehow.

what i thought was rotten was the way you wouldn’t let me talk.

that’s a funny thing for you to say.

i’m trapped now, too. do you know what it’s like to be trapped?

we have a terrible responsibility. we must replace the treasures we have lost.

that was rotten, all right. i’m really sorry.

there is so much pain in the world. what does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye?

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misc. sentence starters .

“ why are we talking about this !? ”

“ why is this a topic now!? it’s in the middle of the night! ”

“ why am i talking about it !? ”

“ i shouldn’t have said anything. “

“ i didn’t mean it like THAT … ”

“ oh come on… you know i’m joking… ”

“ it didn’t sound like a joke to me! ”

“ i have no clue what you’re on about ”

“ i honestly don’t know anymore ”

“ not in that sense !! ”

“ i don’t need to explain! people can put two and two together! ”

“ why should i have to explain myself? you do it instead! ”

“ oh , so i’m the bad guy? ”

“ sorry for being damaged goods then. ”

“ there you go again, pulling the same shit as always. ”

“ oh no you don’t — you know what you signed up for! ”

“ you knew who and what you were getting into. ”

“ yeah i know ! i’ve had it in my m o u t h. ”

“ spare me, i haven’t gotten laid in forever. ”

“ just saying… it’s very hot. ”

“ well that’s — one way to put it. ”

“ begging… of ALL things… ”

“ what do you take me for ?”

“ you know who isn’t screwed yet ? me. ”

“ well then i’m screwed. ”

“ what is this nagging — are you a gps now ?”

“ that’s not usually what a guy/girl/person wants his/her/their partner to do”

“ uhm, i didn’t hate it ? ”

“ i might not be as damaged as you, but i have my demons as well. ”

“ haha ! i wish i wasn’t such a mess ! ”

“ this is why people don’t date ‘damaged’ people , we are… complex. ”

“ everyone expects me to mess up. it’s all i know. ”

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ   They’re   coming   CREEPING   from   the   corner   and   all   I   know   is   that   I   DON’T   feel   safe   !   I   feel   the   TAPPING   on   my   shoulder;   I   turn   around   in   an   alarming   state.   But   am   I   LOSING   my   mind   ?   I   really   think   so   !   Not   a   creature   in   sight   but,   what   you   don’t   know   is   that   my   breathing   gets   FASTER   and   so   does   my   heartbeat   !   I   wish   this   was   OVER   !   I   wish   that   this   was   a   DREAM   !

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    FOXY‌:

@bitevictim​ ❤’d ( for fritz! )

[A few moments had passed now – the camera’s recording light hadn’t flickered, indicating that the guard hadn’t checked up on his cove in that time. The pirate had already separated himself entirely from his cove by this point, beyond the “out of order” sign that adorned the entrance to his realm; the guard’s absent-mindedness here would certainly be his downfall if the fox was swift enough. Hurriedly, the animatronic rushed into the west hall, speeding past the rabbit who’d already been inhabiting the area, and shoved his hook and exposed endoskeleton hand into the door before it could be slammed shut.]

– ❝ Avast ye! Seems yer time’s about run out! ❞ 

[Although he’d been rushing this entire time, he stomped menacingly as he infiltrated the office ( out of a desire to intimidate the guard ). He was giddy more than anything else – grateful that he was the one to find this scoundrel, that he would be the one to do away with him. This was surely the one who’d ensured the demise of him and his friends, and he would be the one to ascertain their vengeance!]

「 ✄ 」   ⋮   Ｇ Ｕ Ａ Ｒ Ｄ．   ⋮  ━━     THIS   …   has   turned   into   a   difficult   situation.

                One   would   think   that   since   he’s   bested   TEN   animatronics   back   at   Fazbear’s   former   location,   four   animatronics   should   have   been   nothing,   right   ?   But   every   location   was   different.   Every   location   had   its   own   set   of   rules.   It   was   a   balancing   act;   teetering   between   life   and   death   as   he   had   to   choose   just   how   he   wanted   to   spend   his   power.

                And   he   may   have   just   fallen   over   the   edge.

                The   frantic   pitter   patters   of   metal   against   dusted   floors   was   enough   for   Fritz   to   know   that   he   had   MESSED   UP.   Shit,   shit,   shit,   Foxy   was   going   to   come   at   ANY   second   !   Quick,   quick   !   Close   the   door   !   A   hand   tries   to   slam   down   upon   the   glowing   button   …   but   he   wasn’t   quick   enough.

                With   FRIGHTENING   strength,   the   door   was   pried   open;   leading   way   for   an   ANGRY   fox   to   make   its   way   inside.   How   the   hell   was   it   TALKING   ?   Surely,   that   wasn’t   programmed   in,   right   ?   Just   another   mystery   for   him   to   solve.   If   he   didn’t   die   here.

                Think,   think   !   What   should   he   do   ?   There’s   no   mask   anymore   …   and   he   wasn’t   sure   IF   these   animatronics   would   fall   for   masks   now.   If   he   were   to   leave   this   office,   he’d   put   himself   at   risk   for   being   killed   by   not   JUST   Foxy   but   any   of   the   other   animatronics.But   if   he   stayed   …   he’d   just   get      killed   by   Foxy   !   

                Amber   hues   stare   back   at   the   fox.   That   fox   was   always   MICHAEL’S   favorite   …   and   he   just   grins.

                ‘   Ah   !   But   not   just   yet   !   We   still   need   to   see   if   your   land   legs   are   just   as   good   as   your   sea   legs   !   Go   on   !   Give   chase   !   Let’s   see   if   you’re   a   REAL   pirate   !   ‘

                With   that,   he   grabs   his   flashlight   and   his   tablet   before   RUNNING   out   the   other   door.

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    NOVA‌:

   She shifted uncomfortably in the silence, leaning towards her cameras already in case the rabbit has already moved– she hoped not, it was way too early, anyways, her hands remained clung to the phone in her hands as she did, eyebrows raised as she just kept an eye on CAM 10– he always appeared there first, that much she could guess, could she really help her feelings of anxiety? Maybe, but she just had to be sure– he seemed like a loose cannon, he might move around before or after her shift, too…

   Nova keeps watching those cameras, patient as she waited for a response– she never really knew much of the whole Fazbear’s Legacy ( her father and grandmother swearing to never speak of it until she was ready– which was now, in her opinion ), regardless, she was sure of what she saw– she had the injury to prove it, and yet she still came back, was she mad? Had she finally lost it? Perhaps, perhaps not, but Nova doesn’t really care either way– she had a score to settle, and people to help.

   ❝ I see… ❞ She hummed when he finally spoke, before turning to give the phone a look for a moment, ❝ They did? No wonder the suit smells awful– ❞ So it was a corpse. That’s… concerning, what idiot thought it was alright to bring the thing into here– were they blind? She hoped not, after all… that thing was dangerous– there was something inside it, something making it move, and it sure as hell wasn’t alive– she can tell, she swears! The girl couldn’t help the feeling of dread on the back of her neck rise.

   ❝ …It walked around the Fright and tried to get into the office. ❞ She explained, ❝ It seems to get distracted by the audio lures, but, well… it kinda.. got in regardless, um– ❞ A hand rubs her side, Nova seems to hesitate in her train of thought before continuing, ❝ When it came in, I finally noticed it– there was… something rotting inside of it. Something reeked of rotten flesh, actually– I think… ❞ She trailed off, intentionally missing out the detail of her wound, ❝ There used to be an actual, live person inside of it. S'all that’s left is… y'know. And, um– and what, or whoever it is… is extremely hostile. ❞

「 ✄ 」   ⋮   Ｇ Ｕ Ａ Ｒ Ｄ．   ⋮  ━━     …   Ah,   shit.

                Right   then   and   there,   his   WORST   fears   were   realized.   These   things   just   don’t   give   up,   do   they   ?   Years   and   years   passed   and   yet   those   THINGS   were   still   eager   to   spill   blood.   But   what   was   making   their   rusted   gears   still   turn   ?   His   father   and   THAT   MAN   were   extraordinary   mechanics;   pioneers   in   the   animatronic   business   …   but   there   was   no   way   they   could   be   even   be   capable   of   THAT,   right   ?

                No,   THAT   didn’t   matter.   That   thing   was   MOVING   and   still   acting   on   its   instinct   to   kill   guards.   Maybe   it   wasn’t   TEN   of   those   creatures   like   all   those   years   ago   when   he   was   still   a   kid   himself   on   that   office   chair.   But   one   was   BAD   ENOUGH.

                Hearing   that   the   animatronic   actually   GOT   IN   only   made   it   worse.   Every   animatronic   had   its   quirks.   Some   animatronics   fell   for   certain   tricks.   Others   were   TOO   SMART   for   their   own   good.   And   knowing   this   one   was   ‘   EXTREMELY   HOSTILE   ‘   …

                ‘   Are   you   hurt   ?   ‘

                The   act   drops   and   the   dumb   accent   disappears;   replaced   with   a   deathly   serious   tone   over   the   telephone.   It   didn’t   even   SOUND   like   the   same   person   as   before.  

                ‘   Listen,   I’m   coming   over   there   RIGHT   now.   You’re   going   to   need   the   help   against   THAT   thing.   ‘  

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✦ . ˚ @dvtifulscn​​ asked: "Vibe check!" He's wielding a baseball bat, and it's hungry TO HARM.

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          THAT’S   A   BASEBALL   BAT.

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ   They’re   coming   CREEPING   from   the   corner   and   all   I   know   is   that   I   DON’T   feel   safe   !   I   feel   the   TAPPING   on   my   shoulder;   I   turn   around   in   an   alarming   state.   But   am   I   LOSING   my   mind   ?   I   really   think   so   !   Not   a   creature   in   sight   but,   what   you   don’t   know   is   that   my   breathing   gets   FASTER   and   so   does   my   heartbeat   !   I   wish   this   was   OVER   !   I   wish   that   this   was   a   DREAM   !

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╰   ﾟ ･ *   ★  * ･ ﾟ —  ˗ˏˋ    CASSIDY‌:

   jeez, brothers can be DICKS sometimes. not like she’d know, last time she checked, she was an only child. but seeing how… afraid he was- if she was truly alive she would do anything in her power to get back at said big brother. BUT THE CHANCES OF THAT HAPPENING ARE SLIM. 

   a small huff escapes her nostrils, leaning against the arcade cabinet while cocking her head slightly. “i was… here t-to see if the arcades still worked at night. doesn’t seem like they do.” OF COURSE they didn’t when the place closed, but it was worth a shot. right? “i- usually sneak in here just to see what it’s like without all the noise and… you know, PEOPLE.” that used to be the case until that night, but cassidy is good at playing pretend.

   “i know this place can be pretty s-scary but don’t worry ‘bout it. i’ll getcha outta here before anything happens, okay?” and that was a PROMISE. despite the fury in her cold, dead heart, she couldn’t hurt a child. in fact she would rather help anyone as much as she could- but, maybe that was just FREDBEAR talking.

   “m-m-my name’s CASSIDY, by the way. what’s.. yours?”

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     It’s   kind   of   strange.   OLDER   kids   were   typically   the   worst.   All   of   the   big   kids,   including   his   brother,   ESPECIALLY   his   big   brother   just   loved   to   use   their   power   to   bully   him.   It   was   BECAUSE   of   the   big   kids   that   he   was   in   this   scary   place.   And   then   Daddy   never   bothered   to   try   to   find   him.   But   here   was   an   older   girl   NOT   calling   him   names   and   NOT   laughing   about   his   misery   ?   

                 ‘   …   T   -   Thanks   …   you’re   a   lot   nicer   than   the   other   kids,   Cassidy.   ‘

                Even   stranger   was   being   asked   about   his   name.   Most   kids   knew   his   name;   his   big   brother   LOVED   to   talk.   But   most   kids   barely   addressed   him   by   name;   only   by   whatever   mean   things   they   could   com   up   with.

                ‘   …   My   name’s   Riley.   ‘

                The   girl’s   comments   about   the   arcade   machines   make   him   turn   to   the   machines   that   lined   the   walls.   There   were   so   many   fun   games   stored   in   their   circuit   and   wires   !   A   shame   they   couldn’t   be   played   with;   not   right   now.   Perhaps   if   he   were   more   adventurous,   perhaps   if   he   were   brave   like   his   big   brother   was,   he’d   suggest   trying   to   find   a   way   to   make   the   machines   work.   But   there’s   no   time   for   games;   not   with   the   ANIMATRONICS   around.

                ‘   I   -   I   haven’t   played   those   games   in   a   really   long   time.   I   never   have   the   money   …   and   all   the   big   kids   like   playing   it   all   day.   Maybe   it’d   be   a   nice   time   NOW   but   …   they   don’t   work   …   and   there’s   the   scary   monsters   too.   ‘

                A   shudder   comes   at   the   very   IDEA   of   those   BEASTS   coming   to   life.

                ‘   T   -They’ll   hurt   us   if   we   don’t   leave   soon   !   ‘  

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