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The faint whirring of the ventilation system rumbled throughout the tiny room meant to be an office, the flowing air making numerous poorly made drawings flutter slightly where they were bound to the wall. The only light in the room was from a highly outdated computer, where the rhythmic tapping of a keyboard sounded into the cramped space.
Michael stared blankly at the monitor, typing in orders for plates and ingredients and plenty of other supplies. He didn't remember which ones at this point. Hearing a noise from a vent to his left, he clicked over to the motion detector screen, seeing a warning symbol between the bend of the vent and his office.
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Molten Freddy stifled his distinctive giggles as he slinked closer to the enticing scents and sounds of the office, his tentacle-like cables practically vibrating in suppressed excitement. Oh, how this was one of his favorite parts of the hunt. The careful, careful stalking before going in for the kill, the anticipation rushing through their equivalent veins. He didn't think they'd kill this target, though. There was something else on his mind, a sense of familiarity around this fellow soul.
No, he had other plans for the one sitting perched in the office, ones that stemmed from urges that had never crossed his mind before. Yes, they had. Had they? He wasn't sure, the confusion of the combined memories from three people pulling a conflicted rumble from the wiry bear. Well, it didn't exactly matter if or when the urges happened, but they were so tempting…
Molten slithered closer, following the sound of a clicking keyboard and the low whir of the vents on the other side. This new prey was so silly to make so much noise, silly like a clueless little mouse in the den of a snake. Didn't he know there were predators around? He was lucky that only Molty wanted to play tonight.
Hearing the oh-so alluring call of what sounded like a child, Molten willed themselves to stay. The grand finale was already so close, and he could wait! He was good at waiting, they thought. Listening for just the right moment, hearing the high, repetitive noises of the office printer, he crept into the mouth of the cave-like vent shaft. But uh oh, that was the click of a flashlight he heard, receding into the shadows where the vile light wouldn't reach.
Hehe, the new friend didn't even see him! How silly!
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Michael kept hearing the shrill scraping of metal echoing through the vents, but he wasn't sure who it was. There were four that had gotten in, but three of them seemed to be either sitting this night out or just good at not setting off the motion detectors. He hadn't heard the giggling and chattering of the oddly familiar wiry bear, which was unusual considering how talkative and poor at stealth it seemed to be, but none of the others' characteristic shushing, monologuing, or self-centered muttering had been heard so-
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Huh-? What was that-
"Knock-kno-o-o-ock, I-I-I-I'm heeeeeere!~" Exclaimed Molten Freddy, leaping from the vent and grappling Michael in his rusted hands with a horrible sound somewhere between a hiss and a scream. The force of the bear's pounce knocked both of them to the floor, Michael struggling against Molten's hold as he was pinned to the floor. "Hey, yo-o-you look-k familiaaar!" He chattered, tilting his head in thought.
Michael stopped fighting against the bear's grip and paused to get a look at the situation. He wasn't being mauled, which was strange. Nor was he being strangled or clawed to ribbons. Not like the other salvaged animatronics tried doing to him so many times, to the point he had a button to call help in case they got in.
