@togiiftlife Continued from - [ here ]
❛ No, that’s not... why I’m... ❜ voice faded to silence— stricken by a weakness trembling on the edge of every word, hesitance clear in his posture. False breathe escaped the spaces between his ribs, through the void within his hollow chest. What fingers were not currently occupied ( firmly clenched around the handle of a toolbox ) drummed an uneasy rhythm against his thigh. ❛ I’m not here... for THAT; to beg for my freedom. I... ❜
Another breathe— ears drooping forward, partially drawing his face into shadow. ❛ I was... a mechanic, before all of this. It was my job. Maintaining the building’s electrical systems, cable management, arcade cabinets... and the animatronics. ❜ Optics wandered to gaze at the petite figure, unyielding despite his desire to look away. ❛ I want... to help you. Fix... you. ❜ he rasped, voice nearly a whisper. The toolbox was lifted to his chest, objects clinking against the box from within.
❛ ...you’ve held up better than Spring here-- but no one’s done any work on you since... well. You’re beginning to fall apart. And it’s my fault... you’re stuck in there because of ME. So, please... ❜ head bowed, sockets screwed shut as tightly as they would allowed. ❛ Please, just... let me do something fucking PRODUCTIVE with my life! ❜ the exclamation echoed through the hall, spoken with enough force to wake the dead. Still, the children slept; undisturbed by their killer’s guilty laden proposal.
