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The past month or so had definitely been weird for her.
She’d been eliminated, something she feared for so long, but strangely enough she felt fairly content, enough with her “new gig” anyway. She was frustrated with Two but she could live with it until TPOT ended in maybe a year, or two… As long as she was back to hanging out with her friends then she could hold on, no matter how strange her ‘co-workers’ were.
Four and X were a piece of work before she left BFB, even if she got the occasional chance to sass Four she couldn’t shake the underlying dread, with Four more so than X.
She expected to feel that same fear, though having Two by her side looked to be deterring Four from any shenanigans involving turning her into an amalgamated scribble and X had been nothing but friendly, if awkward with her.
Gaty was closing shift for tonight, during the day she watched as the failed debuters came and left with meal bags in hand, some having a fistfight over ketchup apparently. If she’d been with Saw she’d ramble her ear off about all the stuff she’d seen but well that had to be saved for later. Now was her time for rest, maybe have a last-minute chat with Two if they weren’t busy planning TPOT 15’s challenge, thinking about it she’s seen them and Bottle a lot less lately.
She shook off that thought, all that was left was to throw away the guest’s leftovers, pickles and whatnot- whatever they didn’t eat into the trash can in the main kitchen.
Gaty approached the door, humming a melody under her breath as she hoisted the bag by her hinge, trying to ignore the sour smell as she approached.
Honestly she couldn’t wait to rush upstairs and collapse into bed, savor the sweet release of not being exactly dead but not having to do shit until she had to wake up early, maybe Two would bail her out for a good four hours or so-
Gaty’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as the door creaked open, taking her a second to fully process what was in front of her she nearly let the bag slip from her hinge, briefly returning her focus to it it was quickly captured again by, uh. That.
Four and X in front of their weird little Clock shrine that at this point she’d accepted as regular decor, the room’s lights turned off, illuminating only by flickering candle flames.
They sat on their knees, hands clasped together in quiet prayer. They stayed perfectly still, not a single shift in the way they looked as Gaty stared slack-jawed at the pair, nearly forgetting what she was here for still she heard the jostle of her plastic bag as she tilted, just in case she was seeing things.
“Clock our dearly beloved, hear our calls and please return t-”
“What in the Carpentry..”
She let those words tumble from her mouth without a second thought, she didn’t regret it in a bit in all honestly as her mind was filled with an endless barrage of What In The Actual Fuck.
Did she need an explanation- no did she even want one??
Gaty flinched as Four and X’s gazes snapped towards her, not with a single movement in-between.
“Would you mind getting out of here, we are busy!” Four hissed.
X followed along, “Yeah!”
She blinked. She tilted to one side slowly, letting the bag slip from her hinge as she gently and carefully placed it on the floor, attentive enough to not let a single piece of food or paper tumble out onto the floor.
“Remember to throw it away, m’kay?”
Gaty didn’t wait for an answer; she closed the door in front of her. Once she was sure it was fully closed, she let her foot reunite with the floor. So maybe it was a little stupid of her to abandon the last part of her shift, but she was still trying to decide whether what she saw was real, maybe she just had to peek in one more time..
…
Nope, she was going to bed.