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“Never come back.” The words from since he left the Pizzaplex, and that entire night of dodging death. The unprepared of the possibility of death lingering around the whole place. But never more of those thoughts, it’s been years since that happened.
Now the Gregory they knew for that night, must be a part of their memory. Forgotten
For the Vanessa bit, she’s probably retired by now.
Most likely anyways, it outweighs the slight possibility of her still being alive or working at the Mega Pizzaplex.
For now, given it’s been at least 10 years in speculation Gregory is now a mechanic for the animatronics; sometimes even just basic maintenance.
Wishing to stay and remember them, mostly the ambition to reminisce back to when Freddy was his father figure.
“Ah, and you’re working on an animatronic today-“ The boss said ever so without any change in tone, close enough to be considered an old robot’s dialect.
“Who is it? Freddy!” His eyes lit up mentioning his name, and recollection of memories with him.
“No, it’s no one important really. Just someone forgettable.. I be-“ He started to rant on how this piece of machinery is so old.
From what Gregory is getting, he believes that this stockpile of an animatronic is possibly beyond repair or hasn’t been around for the longest time. He forces a smile as he stops the boss with a question.
“Ok, ok! So where do I find this ‘forgotten’ animatronic?” He used air-quotes when trying to refer to it, joking as always striving to keep the mood alive.
“Down in Parts and Services, may the best of luck be with you.” Gregory did a small nod and continues on to his task for the night to come.
“Hopefully a kid isn’t here, like how I was..” He starts to trail off, holding the flashlight up to navigate around the place. In some specific areas, there were banners and LED lights around the place for some dim lighting. Overall, however it isn’t the best without a flashlight. Walking to the room he notices the cast members practicing away at their instruments, not even aging a day.
Well Animatronics that is, souls or mere mortals can. It’s far too easily for that simplistic life to end so quickly.
Anticipating the whole time, awaiting for whatever or whomever he has to accompany this time. It probably will take awhile until he helps those who perform, the company does need security in who work here. Ever since, the many amount of times their buildings have been burnt to a crisp, it’s only understandable.
As he opens the door, its pretty dark nothingness of the void of darkness. Only thing that appears to be lit is the pathway in front of him, by the illumination of his own flashlight.
The small hushes and noises of the spirits of the past feeling as though haunting the place.
The wires of past animatronic(s) lay there still. Something seems to be missed, as he continues through there are multiple wires on the ground. An animatronic’s endoskeleton laying on the floor, lifeless and no movements being made.
“Someone forgetable and useless?” He questions to himself looking around the area, seeing any malfunctions. Then there is, the year 1982 placed on it. Normally that’s when the animatronic’s production year is. “No wonder this guy is considered forgettable..he’s an old model.”
Looking at his paperwork he has in possession there is the year there too. Giving some small background knowledge, the bite of 83 and 87 are briefly mentioned. How this animatronic used to be the favorite of children many years ago. “It would be a waste not to fix or even improve you.. Superstar Bonnie.”