~Chapter 6~

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I went to the first vent. The vent was SO small! How would I fit in that small thing? Well, needless to say I tried. But for the LIFE of me I couldn't fit! Maybe I should give up and go to the next thing on the list, pretending I did clean the vents...would Vanessa notice? Before I gave up, somebody tapped me on the shoulder.


"Why are you standing there?" Freddy asked.


"Oh...next I need to clean the vents...but I can't fit..."


"Ohhh! I can help you with that!"


"How?? You're bigger than me...how would you help?"


"I can ask the wind up music man's to help-"


"Wait.....WHO ARE THEY?!"


"They are mini Music men!" Freddy exclaimed as he went over to the nearest storage box. He picked up a tiny spider-looking wind-up robot and turned it on. His cymbals started clapping together and he hopped off of Freddy's hand.


"Helloooo!!" MM exclaimed and crawled over to me. Their voice sounded SO squeaky and childish. Like...Glamrock Chica but more high pitched and squeaky. If that makes sense. "How are ya? Who are ya?"


"I'm Y/N, little guy," I said as I crouched down.


"What do ya want from me?" MM asked.


"Could you please clean each of the vents? I have the sponge and soap right here," I said, pointing to the soapy-water bucket with a sponge inside.


"Yes, master! Ya betcha!" MM crawled to the sponge, put the sponge on its back, and got to work in the vents. I stood back up and turned to Freddy.


"Thanks," I said.


"You're welcome, Superstar!" Freddy exclaimed. Superstar? That's new. I smiled as I looked at my next task. Which is: Check on DJMM.


"Hey Freddy?"


"Yes, Superstar?"


"Where does DJ Music Man 'live'?"


"DJ Music Man? Let me show you! He is such a nice fellow. Tell him I said hi, please."


"Why can't you go in with me?"


"There's a programming function error. Whenever I go on the dance floor, I cannot stop dancing! So I cannot go with you, sorry Superstar."


"Oh, you're fine! If it's an error, I understand."


Freddy started showing me where DJMM was. We went to the atrium. And listened to the atrium music, like usual.


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