‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’ ( Moon @ Galileo, xoxo )
𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃. ( accepting. )
❛ I know! I know I’m s - I’m sorry I -- ❜
The pizzaplex was in ruins, there was little to no animatronics in sight. 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂. 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂! How could they turn and run when their family was inside? They had an exit, a way out, running up and down the empty halls in the early hours of morning. The places they laughed, the places they played and shared their bleeding heart. The home where they rebuilt all they had lost to make up for past wounds that still ached raw. And now here it was again, crumbling around them.
𝘼 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀: they have to protect them. Animatronics or no, the Glamrocks, the Daycare Attendants. They were all their friends. Their family. Maybe it was clever programming. But when Monty let them sleep in his room after another late shift, he cared. When Chica stopped them to ensure they had lunch, she cared. When Freddy called them his Superstar on the long, busy days, he cared. When Roxanne sang their praises in her own funny way, she cared. Even the bunny in the basement had been kind to them!
𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿. so how could they, now, turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble? It was their JOB to take care of the animatronics, but it was their duty to protect their family. Now, the escape was gone, the building was in ruin. There was no way out and they were lucky to be alive as they wept into his arms.
❛ I just couldn’t leave you all here! ❜
like a wounded child, weeping, seeking comfort in a frazzled hectic whirlwind of emotion. it was not often, if ever, that they would let another see them cry. but this was more than even they could take. still, only one thought in their mind : 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐?











