~~ Chapter 40 ~~

Previously...

"However, I fear I don't have complete control over him yet. Him and I need more of a connection for this to completely work. And for that, I don't want to discuss much until I know he is in my hands. I trust you both, as you've done everything I've asked, and have been in my hands for a while. And you're adults. You know how children are. Always rebelling, and fighting back. We can't have that. It will only make it harder."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, swear on it."

"Um... I don't know, call me (N/o/c)."

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Gregory POV

I plug my nose as I push past the large open doors. Out of all the places in the Pizzaplex, why was I assigned the worst one. I could already smell it halfway down the stairs to the weird sticky note room. My feet thump against the concrete floor as I make my way past all the security bots with weird face paint and glowing eyes. Why do robots need teeth, also? Let alone sharp ones. They're like triangles. But are they actually real? No....I'm getting off topic.

Ignoring the rest of my thoughts, I stop walking as the planks I walked across with Y/n stare back at me. Um. I really don't want to walk on those again. They definitely don't look safe, and uh... I turn my head to peak at the drop. It's not far, but it looks painful. Who am I kidding, everything is either mentally or physically painful in this place. It's Freddy Fazbear's, obviously.

I let out an audible groan before I wipe my hands off on my pants and lift my left foot to place it on the wooden plank. Here goes nothing. Actually. Wait. If this wobbles, I'm falling to my doom. I'd rather just jump off the platform... Hold on. No. I can do this!...No I can't. I take my foot off and turn around before stopping.

Glitchtrap would get mad though. What would he do if he did? Kill me? Why would he kill me if I help him out, though? Whatever. UGhhhhhhh.... I once again make a sound of annoyance. Why am I being such a wimp right now? IT'S A WOODEN PLANK!... That I can break my neck falling off of.

I breathe in through my nose and step through it. Well, on it. Through my anxiety, though. Is it valid to call it anxiety? GREGORY. Sorry. Hold on- my thoughts are cut off as the plank wobbles and I find myself letting out a scream that's unnaturally high. "...Embaaaaarrassing." I mutter to myself, looking around quickly as if someone's down here with me.

I continue to balance on the plank until I reach the other side, and continue on. My eyes glance around the area. Why would they even throw robot parts down here, anyways? I'll just do a quick sweep, then go back up and call it quits. I'm not digging my hands into the trash, nooo way.

I hum a soft tune as I continue to walk, looking around but not paying much attention unless there's bots present or I hear stomping of a possible robot. Which doesn't really happen. I mean, Chica isn't down here anymore, so why would it unless it's a security bot? My eyes close while I walk past the large piles of trash that litter the way to the mine shaft looking area before my foot makes contact with something, and I go stumbling forward.

I yelp in surprise as my body flings forward, followed by my arms. Thank God I'm wearing long sleeves, or  my arms wouldn't have survived. I mean, obviously they would have, but I mean from scrapes. I grunt on impact and once I realize what actually happened, I sit myself up and look down at myself.

Once I'm done doing whatever it was I was doing, I twist my body to see what it was that I tripped over. My eyebrows furrow together and I stand up to walk toward what I think looks like an arm? "What the? What is that??" I ask myself. I bend down to pick it up until I stop and straighten up again. "Hold on, no. I don't trust this." I speak to myself, like someone else is listening. "What if I pick it up and, I dunno, there's a spider?"

"But that's stupid..." I chew on my lower lip till I decide to kick it out with my foot. So respectful of me, right? Once it's out, I realize I was right. It is an arm. A blue arm. Weird, but okay. It looks like it was scrapped real good. It's decolored slightly, and it has places where the paint was scraped away. "Poor guy... Or girl. I don't know. I need to stop talking to myself." I sigh before looking around.

After doing a sweep, I pick it up, and start to whistle as I continue to walk. I shove the hand that's not holding the robotic arm over my shoulder into my pocket and speed up my legs to finish quicker and get out of this shit-smelling joint. That is until I hear an unfamiliar voice.

"Wait, kid! Taking what's not yours is called stealing!"

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