@therabbitbehindtheslaughter cont from {x}
☀️ There was no warmth to be found in the dilapidated building. It was as if the atmosphere was always a foggy graveyard and in a way it was. Not another living person had been in here in several decades at this point aside from recently when the property was signed over to the gingers father for 'safe keeping'.
He was the new warden of this hell on earth.
She pulled the hood of her jacket down; a jingle of metal off the stiff cotton bunny ears that accented the soft black coat. This would help so that they could both get a better look at one another. He probably wasn't expecting such a small rescuer, and she wasn't expecting....what had she expected?
The grinding and squelching were unsettling, but it wasn't what set her on edge. Those cold eyes and his height. So tall. Pulling down her safety-pinned decorated face mask with bright pastel fingernails bright electric purple painted lips emerged.
"Yes, freedom. Don't worry I put some of the children down for a nap so we'll have to be fast~" She still didn't know where some of the other animatronics had gone in this hovel of a building but she was ready for whatever they had to throw at her.
Melissa couldn't get anything from her father about the last few decades. Not even her 'uncle' Henry would open up to her about the long-standing lore of their failing business chains. The young woman chewed her gum and blew a bubble flinching at the sound of the cough and the hard slam of the mechanical jaw.
That smell, however, was far more metallic than the rabbit himself. It was permeating in this dusty hole in the ground. The ginger was left to snap the face mask back into place the rainbow beads bouncing a bit as she did so. She would not breathe in the air down here more than she had to.
" You were pretty loud about it. Tall tale heart up in this rather quiet building. My father kept telling me that it was just the building settling.... bullshit. You're one noisy skeleton in his metaphorical closet...." The ginger pointed to the groaning joints of the dingy yellow rabbit.
More painful coughing, it was hard to believe he still had the lungs to do so but the ginger sighed and heaved the large worn leather satchel from her shoulder. It hit the ground with a cacophony of metallic noises.
Given it wasn't like the rest of the black and pastel barf fest on her it was safe to say it was work equipment. Pushing back the sleeves of her coat her wrists were then filled with beaded bracelets. Pulling out some rubber gloves the women then produced pliers and a flat head screwdriver.
"Here, let me help you with that really quick. It will be one release from that constant pain." Melissa stepped forward with her platform shoe not giving her too much height to counter his. He'd have to keep his head bowed for her to work the ring to a looser fit.
"From here, I'll take you in my van to the safe house. I own a studio apartment ....once an old factory ....so no more small spaces for you. We have to move quickly I'm sure that other then the other security measures my absence has been noted..." Even at her age her father would 'ground' her and she'd come so far to find the 'yellow rabbit' only whispered about.
"Oh...before I get overly handsy...I should introduce myself. I'm Melissa. You can just call me Missy though if it's too hard to talk ...I understand it has to be difficult and a lot of work. You don't have to humor me...." An odd child that was for sure but at least polite. 🌙
