Animatronics Awaken

Roleplay

Cheyanne's POV

Golden Freddy looked uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not sure if I should let you go," Golden Freddy replied hesitantly, but truthfully.

"What?!" I exclaimed. "But-your kids! My cousins!"

"I know," he interrupted. "It's just...I find it hard that Springtrap was trying to kill you and the others at one moment, and now he's like this the next."

I almost forgot about that over the shock of the secret. I've gotten a little used to it, although it's still crazy. Like, my father is still alive? And I'm apparently related to Golden Freddy?? It's still unbelievable, but at the same time, I wanted to know everything. I wanted to know the story behind it all.

I became a little uncomfortable myself at Golden Freddy's comment. "Well...you two are brothers, how did it go when you two were children?"

"It was great," he replied. "We were so close. Hardly got into any fights. Honestly, I think Springtrap was the better child. Always so well behaved..." he sighed. "Being stuck in that basement for twelve years must have done something to him."

"So, why don't we give him a chance?" I asked. "If all goes wrong, we leave. Simple as that."

"But what if he has an entire army waiting for us?" Golden Freddy argued. "I'm still trying to decide. I'll let you know by later today." He began to walk away, back upstairs into the animatronics' room. We were alone at the moment. Everybody was still sleeping. I couldn't. So I dragged Golden Freddy out, bugged by my thoughts.

But shouldn't I get a choice too? I thought.

"Golden, wait," I said, realizing something. By now, Golden Freddy was already on the stairs. "You aren't going to tell the others, are you? I don't want them to know. In case they get scared of me...or hate me."

"I'm sure they wouldn't hate you or anything like that," Golden Freddy replied comfortingly. "They've been your best friends for pretty much your entire life. But, I still won't tell anybody. This is as much of a secret it is to me as it is to you."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise."

Raymon's POV

The next morning, I woke up facing the wrong way on the bed again. I sighed. Must have had a nightmare that I don't remember again.

I faintly remembered setting a glass of water on the shelf above the head of the bed. Feeling thirsty, I sat up on my knees and tried to grab it, eyes closed. My hand caught air. Confused, I opened my eyes. The glass wasn't there! Where was the glass? Then realizing it, I slowly shifted my gaze down, not wanting my suspicion to be right.

But of course, part of the bedsheet and the pillows were a darker color.

Because it was wet.

The glass was on the floor next to the bed. It still had tiny water droplets scattered around on the inside. It also contained a small amount of water, and I gulped that down. Then inwardly sighed. No wonder I woke up on the opposite end of the bed I went to sleep on.

I dragged myself off the bed and went to the bathroom to collect some towels. When I returned, the huge spot that was drenched seemed no dryer. I had brought four towels, so I lay them all across the area and pressed down with my hands. The towel immediately soaked up water where I placed my hands, creating handprints. I repeated this several times and ended up with wet hands, drenched towels, and a still-wet bed.

After that, I gave up and threw the towels onto the floor and ripped the sheet off the bed. I'm not dealing with this. It's all going into the dryer. Pillows, too. I carried it all downstairs into the basement where the washer and dryer were. There was nobody awake yet; considering it was 8 AM. I quickly stuffed the load into the dryer and went back upstairs.