continuation of part one: continuing from Security interrupting our interloper...
A padded hand gripped his shoulder and alarm coursed through his body. The remains of muscles tensed and he instinctively threw his head up from his focus. The cold, metallic voice broke through his resolve.
Echoes of his anger forced Mike to involuntarily swing around and face the new presence: beams of green sunlight blasted down upon his body, masking most of the looming figure’s body bar the glinting edges of jagged fangs and the joints of the padded hand withdrawing from him.
Staggering back slightly, it was then Mike saw the full form of the animatronic that stood before him. Fuzzy, matted golden fur with red patches, but it the security guard hat was what stood out to him the most.
The whole design made his skin crawl and shift: memories of his father, flashing photography, his father prancing arrogantly on stage in costume, the golden plush fabric slightly grubby, creeping away, the embarrassment, flashes tears in the corner, flashes of light, the golden bear, the teeth ---
The crown of the hat seemingly glimmered in the headlights of the robot’s eyes and something deep down in Michael broke down.
“A ... a security guard?!” A snort of contempt fell from his lips. Strafing slightly to the side, he felt his entire body rise and flare as if mimicking a long familiar routine or defense.
“I can’t believe it!” The glow of his own ethereal eyes began to shine in contest with that of the guard before him. His own voice began to harden.
“ A FUCKING SECURITY GUARD.”
Mike’s body crumpled slightly under his own pressure and he found himself staring intensely at the ground, where bits of shrapnel littered the dirt playfully around his feet. Sobs of unrestrained joy burst from himself and he found himself laughing heartily. All sense of previous panic and self preservation was recklessly abandoned as the animatonic looked on.
“ A SECURITY GUARD!! I DIDN’T THINK MY FATHER COULD TAKE ANY MORE OF THE PISS!”
