𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 || 𝙋𝙊𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀

• ➪ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs

Ghita did her best not to frown as she was lead to the... lower floors of the factory.

After she quit being a therapist for humans due to her... unique appearance, she was offered a job for a toy making company. Which would've been fine if she gave therapy to the actual children.

But the woman knew that wasn't the case. She was given a large contract to sign out, which Ghita obviously read. And the contents were... odd, to say the least.

Ghita knew that the contract was sketchy. Of course she did! Her mother owns Fazbear's Entertainment for christ's sake!

Anyway, after being hired and arriving at the factory, she still held onto that hope of helping children. But nope! She was led to the underground facility where she heard... screams. Sure, her semi-advanced hearing was of human hearing for the fully-bloodled of her other half species, but she is the strongest among her subspecies.

She also joined an army specifically for hybrids when she was younger and is planning on joining again after her contract was over.

Regardless, Ghita felt uncomfortable with hearing the screams... and also being a half-human, half-Pure Enderian in the entire building.

Literally.

There was no single soul in the entire place that's also a hybrid!

But she has to pretend...

She's good at that... right?

...right..?

"Ms. Schmidt." The man wearing a lab coat spoke up. "We hired you specifically to calm these freaks down. You're half-Enderian. This should be easy for you." He finishes, earning a glare from the woman as he opens a metal door, motioning for the hybrid to enter.

Maybe Ghita shouldn't have signed that contract in the first place...

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That was many years ago now...

Those mascots were forced to endure the experiments...

Those children...

Ghita treated those mascots like her own children! Even if she never had any...

Sure, it took some hits from them, but it was worth it in the end.

She even introduced them to her twin children after her maternity leave, and the sight of the mascots curiously wondering why her children were smaller than the rest was sorta adorable.

But one day off of work and suddenly the entire building goes missing with only the mascots that remain!

Ghita sighed as she stared at the letter with godawful grammar, stating that her co-workers were still there. And there's also that vintage advertisement VHS for the Poppy doll.

But she didn't give a damn about her co-workers. She cared about the mascots trapped in the factory.

The half-human glanced at the clock.

12:54.

She'll go in the morning after informing her oldest son and dropping the twins and youngest son with him.

She'll most likely die, but it's worth a shot.

Ghita is a mother. And a mother does worry for her children...