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Everywhere around, all that Gregory can see is shadows in spots here and there, yet everything is so blurry. Even the only lights of where he is give off an uncomfortable feeling as they zoom past by. For some reason though, he's being carried by the closest person he has to a mother, Callista Gryphon. He doesn't know why he's being carried by her nor why she's running so fast but whatever it is, it seems to be very personal.
For some reason, his head feels like it just hit a wall and he's unable to move at all. Everything around him is zipping by in a dizzying sense. Whatever had got him into this state, he still doesn't know why. What he does know is that his entire body is incredibly sore, tensing with stiffness.
Her distorted panting rang through his ears as she leaped over obstacles and clutched tightly onto him, her enormous wings nearly colliding with overhanging objects and crumbling stuff, all while a second set of heavy footsteps thundered from somewhere behind them. After a while of running forward to somewhere, she suddenly skidded in her tracks as she came up to what seems to be a huge brick wall blocking up her path. Using one hand to hold onto him and the other free, she clawed at it and shouted for help, trying to find some way out. She then tried punching into the wall as hard as she could, but nothing happened
From behind them, the source of the booming footsteps stopped as a feeling of dread fell upon the two of them. Callista clutched even tighter to Gregory with both hands as she spun around to face the figure, a low muffled growling emitting from her throat. His vision is too blurry to see the figure in front of them. All that there is to whoever they are is a bright white figure against a dark background. But the most defining feature of this thing are what seems to be its eyes. One of them glowed a bright neon blue while the other glowed a neon green. The figure took a thundering step forward.
At this, Callista's growling became even louder and she wrapped her wings around both her and Gregory. She held him close to her stomach and clutched onto him as tight as she could, all while screaming to the figure some words. It's too muffled to tell but he picked up a few of what she said. "Stay. . . from my. . . kólos." All of a sudden, the figure exploded and everything turned white.
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Gregory shot up from where he was lying down and looked around. To his relief, everything he just saw was nothing short of a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. He wasn't lying in Callista's arms, but instead in his bed and not somewhere dark and scary, but in the hidden room, as in his room. Ever since he decided to stay and live here in the PizzaPlex, the hidden room that is connected to all the other green rooms of the Glamrock Band has been converted into somewhere he can be when not with his newfound friends.
His bed has a blanket based on Fazer Blast, the attraction themed after his surrogate father, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear while his pillow is that of the Golden Griffin Gladitorium, Callista's attraction. At the foot of his bed, a large brown chest containing anything else he owns sits closed. In front of the chest and next to the door leading to Glamrock Baby's green room stands a large bookcase filled with the usual books and some comic books as well. Next to the headrest of the bed, a desk with some of his school stuff stood and finally, above the room, a humongous metal platform with a ladder hung overhead. A sofa for five people with a TV in front is on there as well as some piles of boxes. Some empty, some filled.
He reached over to his desk and grabbed the Fazwatch that Freddy had given him two years ago. 5:30 am. Everyone has to be preparing for the guests right now because in thirty minutes, the doors will open to the public. It also means, he should get up right now.
Just then, the door to Freddy's green room opened up and the animatronic bear himself stepped into the room. At the sight of his surrogate son up and awake, a huge smile formed on his mouth as he stepped closer to him.
"I see you are awake now Gregory", he said, sitting on the far end of the bed. However, his smile then turned into a frown as he looked at him up and down before saying, "Are you alright? You look like you have just experienced a nightmare."
This didn't surprise Gregory for the animatronic bear has a tendency to read others on what they've been feeling or something like that just by looking at them.
"Well actually yeah", he admitted. "I had this weird dream where me and Callista were running away from. . . something." He tried to remember as many details on the figure as possible but what struck him the most is that pair of mismatching neon eyes. "I was unconscious I think and that something had one blue eye and one green eye. That's all I remember I think."
At the mention of "one blue eye and one green eye", for a brief few seconds, Freddy's own eyes widened and his mouth became slightly agape, as if he's heard of that before. But just as quickly as he saw it, the expression disappeared with the animatronic bear saying, "I see well. . . it is just a dream. Usually they are not real."
Usually, Gregory thought. He can still feel the pair of eyes boring into his very soul.
"Anyways, don't you have work to do?", he reminded Freddy.
The animatronic bear only smiled again. "Yes but you being alright is my top priority, and Callista's as well." Gregory couldn't help but smile back.
Suddenly, the door leading to Foxy's green room opened up and the animatronic fox pirate himself peeked through. "Oy Fredbear! Hate interruptin' whatever pa-son moments ye be havin' with Gregory but we need ye to get preparin' for somethin' 'ere!" Foxy then glanced at Gregory and he waved a little bit. He waved back.
"Of course Foxy", said Freddy. He stood up to follow the fox pirate but not before affectionately rubbing Gregory's hair and leaving the room.
With that, Gregory swung his legs over his bed, put on his shoes and went over to his bookcase. There's something about those pair of eyes in his nightmare and Freddy's shocked reaction. Tracing his fingers along the spines, he eventually got to one labeled, Animatronics of the PizzaPlex: Including Scrapped and Rejected and pulled it off the shelf. He opened it up and flipped through the pages.
On every single piece of paper, everything about all of the animatronics in the Mega PizzaPlex are in here, including those that have been scrapped into parts or sent to a place called Rejected Storage. There were a lot of things he never knew. For example, each of the Glamrocks had previous prototype versions of themselves that were later sent to Rejected Storage and are who they are now. There were also some other Glamrock versions of previous animatronics that were so well disliked by everyone, including the other animatronics that they too were sent to Rejected Storage. But even that was better than being scrapped into pieces as extra parts for the animatronics that weren't rejected.
Finally, he got to the very back of the book and found a page about a rejected animatronic by the name of Blanco Tiger. He was a white tiger animatronic who can plays the electric guitar. Originally, he was supposed to be part of the Glamrock Band but-
The sound of another door opening interrupted Gregory out of his reading and he immediately flipped back to a different page. He glanced from behind him to see a certain golden griffin walking into the room. She is flexing her wings and wrists around while also stretching a little.
"Whew!", Callista breathed. "I've always known Sally was a difficult one to control but ándras, was she incredibly tough for her to get up!"
"What's up with Sally?", he asked. She turned to face him.
"Oh Gregory!", she exclaimed. "You're awake! Well good morning little rockstar! And for Sally well, let's just say she was quite. . . lethargic."
"Huh", he understood. That sow maybe a thundering force in the arena, but like any other wild boar like her, she doesn't move if she eats way too much last night. "Not surprised."
She chuckled at his statement. "Well we all know her. Especially now that you're living with us. I'm glad that you chose that decision."
"Me too." He remembers everything that had happened these past two years.
On his very first night at the PizzaPlex, not only had he actually took down the greatest enemy of the animatronics, William Afton himself, but he also managed to free them all of their corruption of him. Nothing what persuasion and encouragement can't do. And just one year later, Foxy went on a little adventure of his own too, where he faced off against Funtime Freddy, who had somehow survived this long, and won. Not only that, but he also finally confessed his romantic feelings to the one fox in his pirate crew, the Red Foxes, that he loved, Vixen Vox. As of now, the two are officially a couple and have been dating for a year.
As for today, Gregory doesn't know what might happen this year but it'll most definitely be something special. Especially since that mysterious figure in his nightmare.
But maybe not today. Closing up the book and putting it back on the shelf, he told his surrogate mother that he'll be going out to explore for a while.
"Okay now", she agreed. "But don't go too far from here!"
"I won't!", he lied.
Exiting out through Freddy's green room, he went out into Rockstar Row and checked out his Fazwatch. According to the map, the Rejected Storage is somewhere in the basements below. Through a door next to Mazercise, Chica's attraction. He checked the time as well. 5:55 am. He won't have long.
Already knowing how to take care of himself (he's now twelve years old after all), he carefully snuck past roaming staff members and quickly hid if any of them came too close to him. Crawling across the main lobby, he finally reached the elevator that can take him to the Main Atrium.
Looking around to make sure that no one is seeing him, he then pressed the button while keeping to his crouched stance. He waited for a while until finally, it dinged. Quickly stepping inside and closing the doors, he pressed the button up to the Atrium and leaned against the wall as he listened to the Glamrocks' theme music. At last, the elevator dinged again and he crouched back down, carefully keeping out of sight.
Hiding behind some huge plants, he looked across the entire Atrium, gazing at all the glowing neon signs of the attractions and stores. Then, his eyes settled on one titled, Mazercise. Gotcha, he thought. Quickly but quietly and discretely, he made his way towards the Rejected Storage.