...The music and laughter that leaked from the shuttered building. The smell of rot that clung to the animatronics. The long (nobody could agree just how long) list of employees that had been last seen on their way to work. Sometimes it felt like Keith was the only one who believed those whispered stories, at least at Fazbear’s Fright. Maybe the believers just had the principles to not work there. But then again, how could he turn down getting paid to snoop through old documents and relics from Fazbear Entertainment? To drag up everything that had been tangled in lawsuits and red tape? To force the people who didn’t believe it to see the blood on the walls? Sighing, Keith rested his forehead on the desk. Maybe he was giving himself too much credit. He’d like to think that’s what he was doing, at least.
Preview for my fic for 'Abandoned Backroom! And also my finally taking the time to unpack my surprisingly in-depth Phone Dude thoughts. We love a horror character with good intentions and the dumbest possible way of going about them.
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