Summary: Annie likes to collect things.
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After a month of being activated, Annie had already become bored with the storage facility.
Every crack in the wall, every pipe, every wire, everything was the same. There was even a pattern in the times of day she had to go into hiding, and when everyone else had to behave, or else.
She'd gotten into a routine, herself: scaling the walls when no humans were around to watch, and looking for things that might have changed in the past day or so.
Spying on the human workers was fun as well, but she couldn't have them, only watch from afar.
One day, a particularly clumsy worker had dropped something in Funtime Auditorium: a small, slightly cracked thing that had stopped lighting up after a few days.
Annie had picked it up and hid it in a corner of the breaker room where no one ever looked.
Another worker dropped a ring of keys. She liked the jingling sound they made.
She'd gone in to retrieve them and had almost made it back to where her collection was hidden, but they had fallen from her grasp and were retrieved by the worker who had dropped them.
Still, it was nice to have them for a little while.
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Annie's Collection
FanfictionA series of drabbles for my FNAF OC, Annie. Annie is a fanchild I made for Ennallora (Ennard x Ballora) so if you're not into that idea, you might not wanna read this. [AU where Ennard is a scrapped animatronic.]
