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Cathryn was dazed and could barely walk as she made her way out of the restaurant. Her shift was over. She knew the animatronics had returned to their stage, but she couldn't force herself to glance at them as she left. Her vision bore into her tennis shoes as she stumbled towards the front doors.
Sam.
He stood, his posture stiff and his gaze fuming, separated from her by what now felt like a thin pane of glass his stare could melt straight through. His usually bouncy brown hair laid flat against his skull.
Cathryn turned her head away as she shuffled through her beach bag for the keys she'd stolen from him. Her dominant right hand ached, but she had to use it to unlock the door. She shoved one of the golden keys into the lock.
There was a crisp click.
Sam barged inside and stalked his way deep into the restaurant, not daring to lock eyes with her. He didn't even bother to reclaim his keyring.
"Sam?" she tried, but her voice was too weak to be heard. That, or he simply ignored her. Cathryn huffed loudly under her breath, grabbed the handle, and re-opened the door with more exertion than probably necessary.
Stupid Sam. Of course he'd been right about the dangers of the building, but why did he have to be such a baby about being locked out? She was the one that'd been forced to face the consequences for her dumb choices, not him. Why did he even care?
Cathryn recognized her mom's van, newly stopped in the parking lot under the burnt orange rays of the rising sun and clutched her bag to her chest. It helped to hide any evidence of her ripped hoodie. Thankfully, the navy sleeves were long enough to disguise any injuries to her hand, and when she entered the car and her mom commented on the way she couldn't easily walk in a straight line, Cathryn blamed it on exhaustion.
The ride home was long.
The world outside was still dim enough to hide Cathryn's pained grimace. The blood on her right hand had dried, but the wounds stung. Not to mention her face was still blotchy from her panicked tears.
"Did you work hard?" her mom asked as she took a sharp left turn.
Cathryn tilted sideways, struggling not to wince when the weight of the beach bag rested on her injured thigh. Bonnie must've bruised it at least! She hadn't been brave enough to look once the robots had vacated her office. The only thing she'd managed to do was begrudgingly shove the chip from Bonnie's throat into her back jean pocket.
"Cathryn?"
"Oh!" She'd completely spaced answering her mom. "Yeah, of course I worked hard. Did you?"
"Harder than I would have liked," her mom sighed, a tired smile gracing her lips. "But it's nothing I can't handle."
Cathryn highly doubted that.
When they finally pulled up to the curb in front of home, Cathryn's stomach was starting to shift uneasily. The remnant of a headache still throbbed behind her eyes.
"Love you, honey!"
"Have fun at work, Mom," Cathryn struggled not to groan. She heaved herself from the vehicle and the muscles in her legs strained as she tried not to collapse. Then the van pulled away and her knees threatened to buckle.
How had she made it home alive? And what was she supposed to do now? Go back? Was she nuts?! But wouldn't the animatronics try to track her down if she didn't return to let them bite her hands off?!
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