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“See? All the animatronics are linked together; it was a system designed to control the choreography for the shows. Now, I control the system. I control the choreography. All of this belongs to me.”
“See? All the animatronics are linked together; it was a system designed to control the choreography for the shows. Now, I control the system. I control the choreography. All of this belongs to me.” it wasn't his system
“I was imprisoned in that tomb beneath the stage, scarcely able to move, only able to see through the eyes of my creatures.”
he sidled nearer to her.
he sidled nearer to her. the timeline is ffuuucckkkkeeddddd
She would have felt his breath on her face, if he still breathed.
He touched the back of his hand to Charlie’s face, stroking her cheek like a beloved child.
“Did you think my robots would be as poorly designed as your father’s?”
“Did you think my robots would be as poorly designed as your father’s?” frick
Clay flicked a lighter and flung it into the water. The top of the river caught fire, a flame billowing up like a tidal wave, obscuring the animatronics
An unnatural shape, neon-bright, slithered out of the wall and wriggled past her.
From his chin to his forehead, the left half of Freddy’s face had been ripped away, revealing metal plates and gnarled wires. His left eye glowed red amid the exposed machinery, while his right eye was completely dark.
The floor was spotted with patches of mushrooms, their caps glowing an intense neon blue under the black light.
“Things have changed since you died,” Charlie said, surprised by the calm disdain in her voice. “For one thing, I’ve been doing sit-ups!”
“Things have changed since you died,” Charlie said, surprised by the calm disdain in her voice. “For one thing, I’ve been doing sit-ups!” i hate this sooooo much
“It’s not the fake cave that’s collapsing!” she shouted to the rest. “It’s the whole building!”
“It’s not the fake cave that’s collapsing!” she shouted to the rest. “It’s the whole building!” pete's sake matpat
“John, this is my dad’s house. It’s the room we found.”
It was the walls. The whitewashed concrete was blinking in and out of existence, shivering like a dying bulb.
