Vanessa groaned into her pillow. Life sucked and Gregory was sick and she needed sleep. She would have to go in tomorrow, unfortunately. She needed the paycheck. At least she had Mike's number, now.
She turned her head to the side to stare at Gregory's drawings. She had stuck them on her wall ever since she adopted him. It was a rough journey, but now Gregory didn't constantly think she was going to kill him. So, Vanessa counted it as progress.
Slow moving, but still moving. Things were working themselves from the tight knots they tied themselves in, slowly but surely. She had known since the minute she was freed from the monster that things would never be the same she had people to apologize to, family to reunite with. She had just... left them. As soon as she turned nineteen. She had blocked them, too. They had no way to contact her once she had changed her phone number.
The night guard huffed and sat up. She couldn't just lay down. She had to do something. What, she didn't know, she just had to do something. Anything. Vanessa stood up, grabbing her jacket from the chair in her room as she did so.
She shrugged it on over the plain white T-shirt she had on, reveling in the soft texture of the inside. She tugged her hair into a low ponytail, grabbing her phone from the coffee table to slip it into the pocket of her jeans. She opened the door, unsure of where to walk, where to start. But she knew one thing for sure.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
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Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.
FanfictionThe PizzaPlex needed repairs, and so did the animatronics themselves. Thank God that they had extras on-hand! Or, well, an order away! I would like to tell everyone who reads this story, that at the current point in time the first few chapters suck...
