"Alright guys, since the truck is destroyed. I have another solution!" Randy tells us with a happy smile. We all look at him and Baby mentions him to go on. "But there is some bad news.." We groan, knowing it will be bad, since he said so himself. "We will still go of course, but now it will be a tight fit.." We groan again, sure, we're animatronics, but we like our personal space.
"How much of a tight fit?" Salvage Springtrap asks, probably hoping it wouldn't be that bad. Randy laughs nervously and opens the big garage door, letting the light blind our eyes. "MY EYES!" Molten screams covering them, we all glare at him. "Stop acting like it's the end of the world!" Baby says slapping him, he rubs the spot she hit and looks at her confused. "Why does that hurt?" She shrugs, not really caring if it hurt or not.
Once our eyes adjusted to the brightness outside, we look at where Randy was pointing. A small ford truck the color of red sat there with a tiny trailer, that looked like it could barley fit a couch. "Here it is!" He says, lifting his hands into the air. We all go silent as we just stare at the tiny thing we had to sit on. This goes on for almost two minutes until Mike snaps his fingers for our attention, we all look at him.
"It's not as bad as it seems." Before any of us could argue to him he puts his hand up to tell us to stop. "Now I see it looks that way, but complaining about just makes it seem worse. Its not just as long as you don't look at it that way. Look on the bright side, it will take us to where we're going." He puts his hand back to his side and watches our every expression. After a bit of thinking we stop and look at it again.
"Alright, we won't complain." Springtrap says, smiling at Mike. He nods and goes to the door leading to the inside of the house. "I'm going home to pack, I'll be back in about an hour or so." We say our goodbyes and he dissapears behind the closed door. "I'm going to pack a few more things as well, but it won't take a while." Randy tells us going in as well. After he leaves we look at each other, not knowing what to do.
"So.." I say, awkwardly standing there looking at my friends. They all avoid eye contact with eachother, making it more awkward. "SHINY LOLLIPOPS." I jump at the sudden shout and we all look at Molten. "Was that really necessary?" Baby asks ready to smack him. "Well everyone got quiet and awkward so I shouted to make it not so awkward?" He says more like questioning and backing away from Baby, not wanting to get smacked again. "Molten. Your special, you know that?" He nods proudly. "Yep!"
(.... Hi.... I just realized how much reads this got.. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! But I'm starting to think this story is getting dull.. is it? I mean, it's the twentieth chapter and they still haven't gotten to where their going.. but hope you enjoyed this, and bye!)
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Something Forgotten
Fanfic"We've found a animatronic in the alleyway, what do you think we should do boss?" "Toss it, it's best left forgotten." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I gasp as I look at the animatronic infront of me, its black fur and single yellow eye. Its not bro...
