Ennard's POV.
Well, not much can be different here. Ever since Baby and the others locked me up in the Scooping Room, it's been hard. Especially you have to dodge the freaking Scooper. Why did they lock me up here anyway. Did I do anything wrong? Why did they do it?....
Ballora's POV.
Finally the day ended, when all the people left, I stopped dancing. It's my everyday routine. Entertain in the day, then kill the night guard in the night. Sometimes I wonder why do we even try to kill the night guard. But after we kill them, more people take the job and ended up getting killed too. But when Baby leads them to the Scooping Room then leaves, who starts the scooper then? I'm getting curious on who's inside the Scooping Room. One night, when the night guard didn't come, I went to my fox friend's auditorium. I was greeted by Funtime Foxy with a warm smile on her face. "HI BALLORA!" "Foxy, I'm here and you don't have to shout." I let out a quiet chuckle, knowing that Foxy shouted just to greet me. "Oh, sorry. Long time no see, we always get hired to different parties." She's actually right. Only a rich kid can hire all of us into one party. What I'm also curious about is when I'm at one party, I heard one of the teenagers talk about some animatronic called "Ennard." They must be the one at the Scooping Room or someone else. I tried to ignore that fact but, well. Curiosity killed the cat.
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He's Not a Monster (An Ennallora Story)
FanfictionThis is my second story so far. I'm gonna have a hard time trying to do both, I don't have my own gadget to use for writing so I don't publish often, T^T. But it's my semestral break so I'm free to do both. In the mean time, if you like my books and...
