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Gregory had tried to hold everything in really he did he needed to be strong in such a hostile environment. Despite, being used to such a lifestyle he was still just a child and prone to breaking down. Luckily he'd found a little hidey-hole in a basement hidden away from the others. Alone or so he thought when he felt arms wrapped around his small frame, and a soft voice trying to soothe him.
initially, he tried to push them off in a panic before he crumbled, clinging onto them and shaking.
“Ssssh, it’s okay... I-I know I look sc-scary, but I won’t hurt y-you...” The animatronic’s voice box was audibly glitching, and she looked like she’d seen better days. Most of her casing was gone, and the mechanisms beneath looked, for lack of a better word, mangled. She wasn’t one of the current members of the band, and from the state of her, it wouldn’t be hard to guess why. If it weren’t for her head being more or less intact, she would have been completely unrecognizable.
“Ar-are you alright, little one?” Foxy gently held Gregory in her arms, having recognized that he was seemingly alone and terrified.
