Animatronics Awaken

Gathering Possessions

Cheyanne's POV

The singing of the alarm clock woke me up the next morning, as expected. Groaning, I reached over and hit the snooze button. I would have to turn the alarm clock off later. Right now, by hitting the snooze button, all I did was set a timer for five minutes. Then it would ring again.

Satisfied that the beeping had stopped, I rolled back into my sleep position from before and slowly sank into sleep.

But of course, after five minutes, that beeping came back. At the time, I was on the edge of dreamworld. Being jolted from this stage of sleep was not pleasant. Instead of hitting the snooze button, I hit the off button and sat up to prevent from falling asleep again. My hair was a mess and most of it was in my face. I tried blowing it away, but it didn't work, so I moved it away with my hand.

Normally after waking up, I would lie in bed for an hour or so daydreaming and trying to gather motivation to get out of bed. But today, there was no time for that.

Oh yeah, there was no time for that. So what am I doing here? I whipped the blanket off my lap and crawled out of bed, brushing my hair from my face again. I walked across my room on a soft carpet to my dresser. From there, I picked out random, casual clothes to wear, including undergarments. My pants consisted of dark blue jeans, and my shirt was black and white striped with a feathery material. Later, I would put on a sweatshirt for the cold November weather.

After I had changed my clothes, I grabbed a hairbrush laying on that same dresser and proceeded to brush all the knots out of my hair. It was a long and painful process, but that was life. Now I was ready for the day ahead of me.

I opened the door to my room and checked both sides of the hall. Both Justin's and Raymon's doors were closed. I assumed that they were still sleeping. The hallway light was off, but there was enough light coming from the window down the hall to see. I snuck my way downstairs quietly, trying not to wake anybody.

Downstairs, however, Raymon was already awake. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book. The bandage on his arm had soaked blood on it, but the small, unimportant cuts seemed to be mostly healed. Small bruises were no longer visible.

"Looks like that bandage needs to be changed," I said.

Raymon jumped in his seat, and his book slid off the couch and dropped to the floor. He put a hand over his heart while picking up the book and said, "Jesus, I didn't hear you coming."

"Sorry," I replied. "What are you doing up this early?"

"Got up at six. Couldn't sleep."

"Big day for you, huh?"

Raymon rested his cheek in his left hand and pretended to ponder about the question. "Hmm, let's see. In an hour and a half I'm going back to my death house, gathering my stuff, and hopefully leaving with no trouble. Not only that, but I already know I'll be swarmed with memories, like always. So yeah, big day."

"But," he continued. "It'll be the last time I'll ever be there. I can thank you and Justin for that." He smiled. "But really, thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied. "We would do anything for you. For any of us."

Raymon couldn't hold back the smile as he asked, "Now, I could say the same for you. What are you doing up this early?"

"Getting ready. I'm going with you, aren't I?"

"Well, yeah."

"So I'm treating it like a business day."

"But it's not."