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"So...should we try to wake her up?"
"No! You know Roxy, she'll freak if she sees what she looks like."
"So you admit she looks bad? That's a mean thing to say about your girlfriend, Chica."
Oh. So that's what Monty meant earlier when Gregory asked about Roxy's supposed hatred for men.
"Yeah well, unlike Roxy, I don't care what she looks like." Chica's voice sounded from above him, her chest rumbling as she spoke. He didn't want to open his eyes yet, happy to hear a relatively normal conversation for once.
"Well she looks like absolute shit, so you might wanna wear a blindfold or something while you two are-" Okay time to speak up before he heard something he really didn't want to.
"Yeah, I thought Freddy looked like shit but Roxy is even worse." He muttered, blinking as his vision cleared. He was in Chica's arms, as he'd suspected, with Monty in front of them. Ahead of him was Roxy and Freddy, laid out on the ground like CPR dummies. "so you got them out of there?" He nodded to the play structure and squirmed a bit in Chica's arms until she put him down, his legs almost gave out but he steadied himself against her leg. He felt so...sticky. And sore.
"Sure did, lil' dude. Way easy." Monty flexed his arms, striking a pose. Then he reached over and ruffled Gregory's hair, it hurt a bit, but he didn't complain.
"You begged for me to help you."
"Shut up, Chica."
Gregory looked away from the two as they bickered, getting a proper look at Freddy. He did look damaged, and Gregory knew nothing about how animatronics were built but he was glad he noticed the casing was the part most damaged. He imagined that could be replaced pretty easily. From what he gathered, being decommissioned was like death for bots.
That reminded him. Where was that rabbit bitch that tried to kill him?
He scanned the daycare, spotting Sun bent over her and working furiously. Vanny was just in the nightguard uniform now, the costume discarded to the side. She was breathing, unfortunately, and he made a step towards them to protest the treatment Sun was giving her. But a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"You don't wanna go over there, lil man, trust me. They already snapped at me earlier." Gregory rolled his eyes at this, but the vision of all that blood came back to him and he elected to stay put.
"Am I supposed to be surprised? I've been awake for 2 minutes and all you've done is argue. And Chica has an excuse." He gestured to Roxy, earning a stutter and a growl from Monty.
"W-ha-PFFT! The hell do you mean, brat!? I have an excuse too! Like...well, you, for starters. You keep getting yourself injured. I gotta worry about that." Gregory ignored the sentiment, as happy as it made him feel.
"Yeah whatever..."
"Gregory, come here so I can look at you." Sun spoke up, having finished whatever they were doing with Vanny.
"What? No, I'm fine." He crossed his arms, putting a grimace on his face even though the sight of Sun sitting there were blood all over their hands sent chills down his spine.
"Now." He gulped, but turned away, no way was he going near them when they were covered in blood.
"No way, you're all gross and messy." At this he heard Monty stifle a laugh at the irony, and then a metal clang as Chica hit him.
"Gregory you are covered head to toe with blood," His stomach heaved at the comment but he held it down. "I need to check you for wounds."
"I'm fine! I really mean it this time! I'm only sore from other injuries, nothing new." He snapped, trying to avoid looking at himself. "We can't waste time, we gotta get Freddy down to parts and service or something and help him. Roxy, too." There was a long silence after this.
"Pumpkin, you don't want to leave yet?" Oh. That's why they were quiet.
"W-well...yeah, obviously I do, I just uh...feel bad? I don't want to leave you guys with the mess. Freddy would be upset if someone got decommissioned 'cause of me." He tapped his fingers on his arm anxiously.
"Dude, you're like, ten, how're you gonna help?"
"I'd like to see you try and fix them with your nasty ass claws, Monty." The gator scoffed and turned away as Gregory looked at him.
"You two are a bit too similar." Sun wandered over with a sigh, wiping the blood from his metal hands. "But you both make a point, Monty was saying the same things earlier." Sunny uneased Gregory a bit, the silly hop in their step was suddenly gone. He understood why, though. With Freddy gone, someone had to be the responsible one. "I will stay here with Vanessa, but I want you three to take Freddy and Roxy down to parts and service. Repair Freddy first, then Roxy. Then," they turned to Monty, "Take Gregory to the staff changerooms, find some different clothes for him too."
"WHERE WAS THIS AUTHORITY EARLIER?! WHY DO I NEED TO TAKE GREGGO TO THE SHOWERS?"
"GREGGO? DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN, IF YOU HAD NUTS I'D BE KICKING THEM-"
"ENOUGH!" Sun smacked them both up the back of their heads, earning grumbles from them but nonetheless they were quiet. "I'm glad you're back to your usual self, Gregory, however such inappropriate language will not be tolerated in my daycare."
"...does it even count as a daycare anymore?" He rubbed the back of his head.
"If you open your mouth again I will put you on floor cleaning duty." Sun stood to their full height and crossed their arms. Something told Gregory that Moon was having a bit of an influence on them. "And Monty. You should understand that once Roxy is awake, Chica will have to explain everything to her. Would you rather be there to feel her wrath or be on Gregory duty?" Gregory almost burst at the last bit, but forced himself to stay quiet in fear of having to go near the bloody floor.
"Greggo duty, definitely..." Monty was on very thin fucking ice.
"Good. Chica, I'm sorry I'm sending you with them." Gregory followed Sun's gaze to Chica, and then followed her gaze to Roxy. Something ached in his chest and his frustration fizzled away. She didn't need extra stress right now, it was already unsettling how quiet she had been during their argument. He looked up to Monty, glad to see he seemed to feel the same way.
"Oh no no, it's fine Sunny, you look after Vanessa. We'll get 'em down to parts and service in no time." Her voice was happy as ever, leading Gregory to think she wasn't that upset after all. Or maybe that she was just good at hiding it. She placed a hand on his back and nudged him towards a small pile of what looked like scraps. "Pumpkin, I need you to carry these extra bits down, okay?" He nodded, inspecting the pile to see a range of small parts from the broken animatronics. Several stray fingers, thankfully not human, one of Roxy's eyes...gross, and other accessories. He grabbed as much as he could and watched as Chica and Monty worked together to lift up Freddy. It was insane how strong their were.
"Try to be quick, you three, we only have an hour. Moon is going to try and clean this place up a bit at the turn of the hour, stay out of their way."