Chapter 3
We walked through, trying to find any more injured. Whether Staff Bots or our friends, we needed to find them if they were hurt. She was my voice and I was her eyes.
“Hello?” Roxanne echoed out into the main atrium. Nothing. The second floor. No. The third floor. Not a sound. “Shit..” She said, knowing we couldn’t find anyone. I tried talking again, also nothing. “Hey, don’t strain yourself pumpkin.” She pulled me a bit closer. I felt like crying, curling up until I loose battery.
“How about we check Monty Golf, Fazer Blast then move onto Rockstar Row?” She said gentler than i’ve ever heard her talk. I tapped on her shoulder twice. Our system was once for no and twice for yes. “Alright.”
I helped her up, supporting myself with an arm over her shoulder.
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Gregory and I left Parts and Service, I don’t know where he wanted to go but I didn’t question it. He took the lead and I just had to follow. “Where are we going Gregory?” I asked. “Killing the next half an hour of time.”
We sped off, he had the control of where to go right now. But I stopped him, I refused to move. “Freddy, what the heck, why aren’t you moving!”
“Gregory, you have to tell me what’s going on. Where are my friends, where did you get these parts?”
“Freddy, you wouldn’t understand.”
“What did you do?” I asked, scared. “Oh, nothing that bad I promise. I just… ran around until they lost battery. So, nothing bad really. They’ll be fine. And the parts I found in parts and service.. You know extra parts.” I felt a bit of relief knowing your friends are somewhat fine and will just be groggy when they get charged.
“Okay, I trust you Gregory.” He started us moving forward again.
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We walked into Monty Golf “Hello?” I yelled out. I couldn’t really hear anyone but Staff Bots. Chica kept us moving. I didn’t know where we were in the golf course but Chica did, and I trusted her with all my being.
We walked for a little bit more, she stopped. She shrieked and sped up, bringing me with. “What is it?!” She let go and all the sound that came out was more glitched sounds. “Uh— Freddy?” Nothing from her. “Monty?” I felt two taps on my shoulder. Shit.
I heard the sound of jumbled metal being picked up. And I felt what seemed like the upper endoskeleton of who I’m assuming Monty handed over to me. She grabbed my arm and rushed us out of there.