I Am Found

I Was Found

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Gregory and Freddy sat in that room for a while more. Freddy mostly filled Gregory in on the more... gruesome details of the Freddy Fazbear's franchise. There was a lot to cover, a lot. It had been over thirty years since the first location had had its grand opening, and so much had happened since then.

Michael still vaguely remembered the event. His father, with his cold stare and menacing smile, next to an almost happy-go-lucky Henry Emily. The former, William Afton, was tall and thin, with just enough muscle to maintain animatronics. He had cold blue eyes that could pierce your soul like a diamond blade in a granite mine, and very dirty blonde hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail that went down to his shoulders. He had a bit of stubble, which made him look like a stern CEO that everyone in the office feared, which wasn't far from the truth. He still wore his classic white t-shirt with a thin flannel jacket, his signature white gloves, and some blue jeans.

Henry Emily, however, was a slightly short, slightly plump man with a sweet face and rectangle-framed glasses framing his kind eyes. He had a bit of showing muscle on his biceps, and had short, dark brown hair. He had a rolled up flannel jacket paired with black jeans, in an attempt to look more like an entrepreneur than his usual mechanic's I-don't-give-a-damn-because-I'm-going-to-get-covered-in-oil-anyway look.

     Gregory's repeated calling of Freddy's name brought Michael out of his thoughts. "Huh- oh, Gregory. Sorry, Superstar, I must've spaced out."

     "You act really different. More... human."

     "Sometimes I am more human, others I am more robot. I don't think I am ever strictly human or strictly robot, though." Gregory looked at him in interest and nodded.

     "Good to know," and Michael couldn't help but agree.

     Gregory and Freddy had left Michael's room. They both decided - well, it was more so Freddy - that they should get Gregory out of there faster. They had went back up to Freddy's room, where he got his well-needed charge. He had been running out of charge for a little while, and it almost got concerning. While Freddy was in the charging chamber, Gregory decided to sneak off and explore a bit. For what reasons drove him to do that neither of them really knew, but he went on and did it like the idiosyncratic character he was.

     "Gregory, you can't just go off and do that! Blimey, you're an absolute plonker. Daft cow."

     Gregory had no words for that. Instead, he ignored his companion's scolding, and went for nothing but a lost, "What?" as an answer.

     "What's there to not understand! You can't just go out if you don't have an objective! You've lost the plot, you wanker."

     "I'd understand if you weren't speaking gibberish." Freddy's mechanical eyes dawned with the look of realization.

     "Oh. Sometimes, somehow, I forget I'm not in Liverpool."

"Huh? You're from England?"

"Oui. There's plenty you don't know about me."

"Apparently. I see you're very human right now," Gregory pointed out. Michael nodded in agreement.

"I am," and, again, if he were human, he would have been smiling. A genuine smile, no less.