FNAF: Security Breach

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The two continued to wrestle and shout threats to one another. Gregory let out a small giggle when he saw Roxanne kick his back and grabbed his tail and yanked. And when he was distracted she yanked Monty's glasses and ran around the room.

That's when Gregory realized that they were in a large room. It looked like a stage room. Stuffed toys and other collectibles stationed around the room. He then realized it was one of those meet and greet rooms. Like the ones at Disneyland. It had a blue light overhead and everything was Glamrock Freddy style.

They met here because the stage was occupied by the intruder and the workshops were locked. Just thinking about them made him feel sick again. Christian and Jake. Did the bunny close them so nobody can get in?

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone pick him up and run off with him. Yelping he struggled and saw that Roxanne had him and was shouting. "Run from the angry gator!"

While said animatronic was chasing her shouting about his glasses. The room was small but not small enough to prevent the activities they were doing. Glamrock Freddy and Glamrock Chica watched in annoyance and amusement as Roxanne kept teasing Monty and holding onto Gregory.

"Rox, put the boy down. He's not a stuffed toy. And give Monty his glasses back." Glamrock Freddy said in a tone a parent would use on their child. Gregory would have thought of it as weird or better yet funny if he wasn't scared in that moment of time.

Roxanne rushed over to Glamrock Freddy and passed Gregory to him before running with the glasses. "Gregory, you're bleeding." He said in concern. Gregory raised his hand to his wounded cheek but Glamrock Freddy stopped him from touching it and sat him down on the couch as he grabbed the med kit.

Opening the kit to grab the wipes. And pressed the wet cloth to his cheek. "Be brave ok? This might sting a little." He wasn't a baby. And he's 9 he can handle it. He winced as the alcohol in the cloth began to clean the wound of any infection.

"Sorry Gregory. I have to disinfect the wound." He felt that their actions were genuine. As if really alive. Not just programed to act this way. "U-um. How are you alive?" Glamrock Freddy tilted his head. "How are we alive? To be honest, our creator made us that way." "Your creator?" Gregory asked as he wondered what that meant.

"When we were made, he programmed us to have greater potential than regular "machines" as he puts it. Keeping us up to date and to make sure we are capable of many things although we never had the chance to as our switches can be manipulated easily by a single flick."

Grabbing a bandaid from the medkit he unwrapped it and tried to be very careful when placing it on his cut.
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"Miguel? Miguel you there?" She pressed the button again only to hear static. "Miguel I'm serious. You better not be messing with me." She was near the museum. And he just so happened to be near the basement area. Where the workshops were.

As much as she hated traveling down there, especially by herself. But she needed to know what was going on. Why wasn't Miguel responding to her?

"Miguel I swear to God," She mutters.  She grabbed her flashlight and walked towards the basement area but she heard what sounded like metal pounding and screaming. "Miguel!" She yelled into the walkie-talkie. Only response was static once again.