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0.2 Chapter 11 - Two Directions

TW// dead bodies, nooses

"I will try-"

"It's not good enough Bad! Try harder! We're not gonna bring her back if you keep zoning off!"

"Can't you see I'm trying?"

Bad's POV
Final night, and Bad still didn't know how to feel.

George stood beside him. It was hard to tell what emotion he was feeling because his face hardly moved.

"Welcome back to your last day on the job," HandUnit greeted them. "That is, the last day of your first week. Some of the most valued qualities that we like to see in new employees are determination, fearlessness, and a genuine disregard for instinctive self-preservation. You've earned your one week bonus which will be given to you in the form of a delightful gift basket, the cost of which will be taken out of your next paycheck. We have gift baskets containing fruit, nuts, flowers, and of course, the ever-popular cash basket. Using the keypad below, please enter the first few letters of the gift basket you would like to receive."

The weird yellow keypad popped up. Bad let George type the glitched numbers. Of course, it still failed. Like always, it failed.

"It seems you had some trouble with the keypad. I see what you were trying to type, and I will autocorrect it for you," HandUnit said. He paused for a moment, the continued. "Thank you for selecting Exotic Butters."

"Exotic butters?" George echoed in confusion, casting a glance at him. Bad shrugged. This place just got weirder and weirder each night.

"What's so exotic about butters?" Bad asked HandUnit, which he was ignored by. Of course.

"Please be aware that there are still two technicians on site today," HandUnit said as the elevator slowed to a stop. Bad felt a pulse of worry shoot through him. "Try to avoid interfering with their work, if possible. Also, feel free to ask them why they are still there, and encourage them to go home."

I think I know what happened to them, Bad thought grimly, ducking into the vent.

The two night guards emerged into the control room. Same weird manniquin heads, the fan, the white mask which wasn't there anymore.

Bad found some kind of strange comfort with this place. Sure, he didn't like it, but it protected him from murderous animatronics.

"Let's check on Ballora, and make sure she's on her stage," HandUnit instructed, which made Bad pause. From what he'd seen yesterday, it didn't seem like Ballora would be on stage again.

Surely Punz would have fixed HandUnit? Ballora had been, well... destroyed. He had watched it happen.

George had apparently already pressed the light button. Bad looked up and felt his breath catch in his throat.

There was somebody hanging from the ceiling on stage. Someone with a beanie and brown hair. Bad could just hardly make out the details but there was no doubt this was the man who had found him back at the horror attraction.

George must have come in contact with him too, because he looked absolutely horrified (somehow. Punz must still be updating the suit, Bad assumed.) Or that might just be the fact there's SOMEBODY DEAD hanging ON STAGE.

It doesn't matter if we knew them or not, Bad thought, sick to his stomach. They were still someone.

"Great. Now, let's check on Funtime Foxy," HandUnit said, the fact there was a dead body on stage completely flying past it.