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"Who Are You, Really?" -Mikky Ekko ╳
"Who, who are you really? And where are you going? I have nothing left to prove 'Cause I have nothing left to lose" ╳
My fingers grasped the metal platter, carrying it towards the kitchen. I placed it on a growing pile of dishes.
"Might wanna hurry with those dishes, Todd." I joked with the dishwasher, his hands holding a plate and a dishrag.
He snorted at my words, his sandy hair falling into his hair. "Oh, please, I'm going as quickly as I can."
"Good luck." A laugh left my lips as I exited the kitchen, walking back out into the large room. The sounds of children screaming and laughing emitted into the atmosphere as I stepped onto the checkered floors littered with confetti.
Being a waitress isn't hard, just the random headaches forming from the loud noises in my workplace is awful.
There's a constant reminder in the back of my head that I'm not doing this job for money—I have enough money, I just keep it to myself because I never found a way to launder it. I'm doing it to get my target and leave.
In which, I haven't seen Will wear that suit yet, so I assume it won't be that easy. My gaze made its way down to my watch strapped to my wrist, noticing it's my break.
"Thank god." I muttered as I made my way to Henry's office, pushing the door open before flinging myself into his chair. I had developed a pretty good relationship with him over time.
My actions received a laugh from Henry, his hands shoveling through his filing cabinet through vanilla folders.
"Hey, how often does Will wear the Spring Bonnie suit?"
"Uh, I can't pinpoint it exactly, but I'd say maybe once a week? You'd have to ask him about it." He paused. "Actually, he hasn't been here all week. He says he's sick. Probably has a cold."
"Yeah." My feet spun the chair ever-so-slightly as I stared off into a random corner of his office. "He's sick."
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My hands adjusted a strand of my hair, pushing it out of the way. My back felt strained from a bad sleep.
Henry wanted me to work the night shift tonight, which I'm painfully aware it'll fuck my sleep schedule up a horrible amount.
I let out a small groan as I plopped down in the office chair, a screen on the desk. Henry had mentioned his investment in cameras recently.
It was cheap for sure, from the small descent of income due to the child murders lately. The fuzzy screens glitched every so often, the colored very saturated and dark at the same time.
Fredbear and Spring Bonnie sat on the stage, their night-roaming mode not kicking in just yet. I had made sure to only damage the parts of the suit that would effect a person if they put it on, which meant the suit is perfectly functional as an animatronic.
Though I'm surprised Will hadn't worn it yet for kid's entertainment since I had made my "modifications" to it.
I know he rarely checks up on the damn thing.
My eyes felt their gaze falling on the security door next to me, my eyes meeting with another set.
