After Fire ( Fnaf Security Breach )

Chapter 4: Truce

They stared at the boy in a mix of emotions, those of frustration, curiosity, and a little sorrow. Coiling the rest remaining tendrils it had, thankful it didn't quite have the same pain receptors as humans or the newer models. But it was still a struggle for its movements as if it wasn't already. But the smidge of respect remained, unsure of how or why he had gained it at times. Its guess was due to their small quarrel, despite it being short the human had been able to keep his own very easily still, but the animatronic should have expected that as it was the same child he had failed to intervene before the fire had started. That question only made him wonder more, why was the kid there? Was he aware of their creator?

The animatronic let out a buzzing sound to establish his frustration, his voice box having been destroyed many months, maybe even years prior. Wasn't the first fire, wasn't even close, but the times in darkness had lost track in time for it and couldn't quite recall when his commentator was broken. Just knew it was in the last fire he was. It wasn't as crazy or destructive as the plex of course, which defiantly contributed to his 'injuries.' As another non-human sound was contributed, it looked down at the intentional injury by Gregory, not quite sure what to make of it.

Gregory huffed in relief and exhaustion, not expecting the wire to be heavy. But he was as to attach it to the clips and the battery, attach it to Freddy's ears. A sense of pride was there, still linguists with doubt that was unnerving to try and figure out but let it ponder and flee his mind. He had walked around the van to the other side, briefly making eye contact with the wired animatronic before hopping into the driver seat. Holding back a hiss of pain and only frowned, looking at his forearm briefly - having not cared for his arm yet and wasn't quite planning on it until he got Freddy back online, not confident enough with bandages. He shook his head for a second, reaching and turning the key in its slot, allowing the vehicle to turn on and start a rumbling sound. Gregory remembering not to put it in drive or reverse.

The boy's eyes lit up as he noticed Glamrock Freddy jolt in response, knowing it worked. He smiled nervously still, leaning back into the seat with a huff of satisfaction. Even if it would take some time before the bear animatronic to turn back on, it was a start. As he grasped onto the wounded arm, Gregory's eyes went back to the burned animatronic, remeeting their contact.

A sense of sympathy stung Gregory again, it dreaded him so much. Despite the dead stare the animatronic gave him, he could almost feel it was able to show sadness in there - despite the limited movements it could produce. Was also dreaded him was the fact he was having sympathy for this robot, Freddy, and the rest of the glam rocks and Daycare Attendance he could understand in a way, he destroyed them and their residence. And he wasn't supposed to be there anyway, they had some reason to defend the place from people that weren't registered as guests. But this animatronic was different. Older than the rest and was hidden inside a crumble pizzeria underneath the plex, was he an attraction there? If he was, something devastating must have happened. Not including that animatronic had more opportunities to kill him and was very close too if Gregory wasn't paying attention ti the tendrils before.

Looking at his injury and blood stained his hand, he sighed. Barring his teeth as he winced, moving from the seat to the ground, flinching as his arm moved before he started to step towards the damaged animatronic. Having been staring at him, the animatronic coiled again as he kept his eyes locked with the boy, not letting its guard down and being wary. An alarming sound that sounded like grinding gears erupted, almost like a warning to stop. The animatronics plates shifted uncoordinated, revealing the original dent made for a second. The combined wires loosened for a moment and swirled against the exoskeleton.

Thud

The animatronic coiled more in reflex and symbolized flinching, looking to the right with an internalized sense of surprise. Gregory sat next to the animatronic with a bland expression on his face, a deep frown with his eyes narrowed to the ground while he held his arm, blood on his palm, and started to fall to his shorts with small drops. How deep did they slash him?