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𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥 — 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡.
“𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞
𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡.”

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after quietly reading through the papers you got, you began jotting down some ideas of how you should explain, and what exactly to explain at that. you settled on talking about the safety of the guard, what-ifs and incase of emergency. that'd be good enough, atleast for the first night. you wanted to try and sound a bit friendly atleast. like if you were spending the night at a sketchy kids' diner with robots up and running, you wouldn't be too thrilled if the voice guiding you sounded scared or just out of it.

you nodded to yourself, happy on how it was going. suddenly, a call from downstairs alerted that dinner was ready. you hopped up from your seat and left your room, going to your sister's to get her to come down as well.

you knocked on the door and she called, so you opened it.

"hey charlie." you gave a small smile and she stopped whatever she was doing and bounded to you. "hi n.n."

"dinner's ready, let's head down." you held out your hand and she took it. you closed the door behind the both of you and started going downstairs.

as soon as you got to the last step, she let go and ran to the dining table, where dad had the food plated and prepared.

you took a seat next to her and your dad sat opposite of both of you. she began to dig in so you copied her actions and so did your dad.

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throughout the rest of the afternoon you were, instead of filming the tape, painting a mask. yes, sure that might sound pretty strange. but you decided it'd be great if you could wear a mask and film yourself. yup, perfect. you decided to sort of copy michael and his friends' masks, but make it different. you had a plain white mask, so you molded bear ears out of epoxy clay, which you had mostly for fun.

after letting it harden, you sanded it incase of chipping, as well as the cheeks of the mask and painted the ears white with a few layers, and a tint of pink on the cheeks, as well as a pink nose.

the eyeholes were wide open which you didn't really like, so you searched through your closet to find anything of use to cover them, but also be able to see.

finding nothing of the type there, you knew there was a type of fabric that would be perfect, though the only problem was finding it.

you asked your dad but he didn't know, you asked charlie, and of course, she didn't know. you had no clue of what shop you should go to. you were stuck.

you began backtracking, thinking if you've ever used that type of fabric before, for anything really. but nothing really came to mind.

as a little kid, you were fascinated with the idea of robots as soon as fredbear's family diner opened. you were 6, it has been open for a decade already. you used to build tiny robots, that, well, obviously didn't work without any actual metal components, instead cardboard and whatever you could find in the house.

then, it struck you, you had used that fabric. you remembered that, but not exactly where to find it. you searched and searched, through your closet, through your drawers, through boxes, through your desk. finally, you had found the treasured item and could now finish the mask. buckram fabric.