Claw My Heart Out

Stay The Course

After Golden Freddy had vanished with Afton in tow, the entire room was sucked into this strange sense of confusion and curiosity. Most of the animatronics didn't know how to properly react to the situation, most of them seemed indifferent with how things were, and the rest looked ready for the night shift there and then. Clearly it was obvious who here still had vengeance fueled fires to quell.

Or maybe it was just the thrill of being able to let loose on a man who had little way to defend himself.

Regardless, the overall consensus was that this was a fine way to end up, so the animatronics all started breaking off into their own groups as they explored the rest of this massive building. However, since the drop of the news, Baby hadn't moved an inch.

Lefty and Molten shared a look and moved over next to their friend, checking her over to make sure she hadn't suddenly crashed. But they couldn't make out anything that was really wrong.

Internally, Baby was wanting to end it all, collapse onto the ground and burst into tears, hunt down Cassidy and rip her apart, or a mix of all three. Because this was just her worst nightmare come true. Stuck somewhere with a bunch of people she despises. A bunch of walking piles of soon-to-be-scrap that would constantly grate at her nerves till she eventually snapped.

When she felt a nudge jostle her, she shook her head rapidly and blinked, slowly turning her head towards the other two still there with her.

"Are you okay, Babydoll?" Molten asked in concern. "You just kinda... shut down on us there."

"Were you upset you couldn't rip Afton apart?" Lefty asked, their eyelids drooping a bit. "Because I'll be honest and say I kinda am too. So close, yet Cass... Golden Freddy has to go and make it difficult because she's too spiteful for her own good."

"I'm more upset over the fact she basically implied we were denied a proper afterlife because she had to rope us into her 'Torture Afton' scheme", the wire amalgam spat bitterly.

Baby was still silent, mulling over what to say without potentially setting herself off. But she couldn't come up with anything, so she just slumped and collapsed onto her original chair.

"Of course", she mumbled. "Of course I end up going from one hell to another. Might as well have gone down a layer if this is how I'm going to be living my life..."

The other two shared a look, then looked back at her. "Baby, what are you talking about?" Lefty said sternly.

"What I'm saying is that I didn't think I was gonna be sucked into an elaborate revenge scheme because one idiot has it out for another." The clawed animatronic groaned. "I was thinking I could just move on peacefully so I had a reason to go to my new home, but now I'm stuck here with all of these... Maronic buffoons..." She was trying so hard not to swear, but the frustration was making it more and more difficult.

Lefty squinted their eyes at her. "Well, look at it this way... You get to take your anger out on Afton, and leave him a bloody and mangled corpse after each night shift."

"But I don't want that", Baby elaborated, looking at the black bear with a tired glint in her eyes. "I don't want to just be someone else's plaything or tool just to get back at someone I don't even hold all that much hatred for. Sure, I'm willing to kill Afton once and that's it, but that's only if he stays dead. Clearly that's not the case here, so now I'm just going to be stuck going in circles..."

Molten's ears drooped and he looked at Lefty in understanding. "Baby's got a point, Left. This'll get old really fast, and even if we take part in the night shift, we might not get the chance to actually land the killing blow. There's, what, over 50 other robots here. Someone will get him during the night shift long before we could ever gat a chance to."