Chapter 18: Circus Baby and Who? (Angela)

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It was another night. Another night to click buttons, another night of hearing Trever's voice, another night. In. Fear.

I heard a bang as I took a step to the front door. I looked around as deep laughs gathered.

"It's you isn't it?" I said in fear, Then the man I saw before appeared in front of me.

"You're not Jacob. It obviously worked." He stated.

"What do you mean?"

"You're only a pawn Angela." He then disappeared. I didn't understand his statement but hoped I would later.

I got into the car and ended up getting pulled over for speeding. Said I was 10 miles above the speed limit but obviously I wasn't... maybe. I eventually got to work, late of course.

Trever didn't seem phased by my late arrival, I already realized that he's the boss. He pulls the strings. Nothing much changed.

But when I tried to observe the strange behavior Circus Baby's strange behavior he seemed bothered, he told me to focus on my job.

"She seems alone." I observed still. He looked at me with a puzzled expression that phased into the same bothered look.

"It's just an animatronic. You're probably just thinking it's alone because it has no soul inside it. It's the only animatronic without a soul right now."

"Who's body did she take over?" I seemed worried that she's search for my soul, try to take it and leave my Daddy's body empty. And dead.

"An... old worker. No one important."

"What was their name?" He paused before responding to my question, seeming to remember, or consider.

"It was...Your old friend. Your co-worker Mi-" I lost my sight and hearing as soon as he started to say his name, I was having a flashback, or a vision, The scene switched in a split second. I was surrounded by all the animatronics I knew of and they all pounced. Before their hands reached me, I saw and heard Trever again. "...but I don't think he had anything to do with it." I was tempted to ask him to repeat what he said but I decided to just leave it at that. The day slowly ended, but another night yet to come.

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