"Well, wherever it was, it's gone now. Out of sight, out of mind," Esmond said, shrugging. He really didn't want to think about it anymore, and tried to push the cupcake out of mind.
He sat back down on the chair, and looked at Zelena.
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Sorry for the double post. Ignore this.
Yes, the left one is still open...
Esmond was puzzled. "What are you talking about? It's right in my-" He cut off when he noticed that the cupcake in his hand was indeed gone. Did an animatronic come in and...? No, the door was closed. But the other one was open, and one of them could have slipped in and taken the-
Nope. Killing that train of thought right here.
"...What cupcake?" He said firmly, denying the existence of the toy cupcake that was in his hand only moments ago. "There was never any cupcake here."
Nope. Killing that train of thought right here.
"...What cupcake?" He said firmly, denying the existence of the toy cupcake that was in his hand only moments ago. "There was never any cupcake here."
In the old room, the right door is currently closed.
Esmond flinched at the sudden voice, but calmed down a bit after he realized that it was just Zelina.
"Yeah... I think so." He said in response. He knelt down and grabbed the plastic cupcake off the floor. "You want it?" He asked.
"Yeah... I think so." He said in response. He knelt down and grabbed the plastic cupcake off the floor. "You want it?" He asked.
Ahahahah, the door's been closed for a while now. Maybe 5-8 minutes for them? Esmond's a timid little thing, he's just draining the power now.
Bang. Bang. Bang Bang Bang.
After that really close encounter, Esmond fell down from sheer shock. That was too close. Too close to be comfortable. Please go away soon, he silently willed the animatronic while he covered his ears to protect them from all the noise it was creating.
After the banging on the door had stopped, he apprehensively got back up.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech.
Esmond jumped back, punting the pink toy cupcake across the room while doing so. It hit the chair and rebounded back to Esmond, smacking him in the foot. He squeaked and jumped up again. This whole situation and the one before had really set him on edge. He was going to leave that door closed as long as he could now.
After that really close encounter, Esmond fell down from sheer shock. That was too close. Too close to be comfortable. Please go away soon, he silently willed the animatronic while he covered his ears to protect them from all the noise it was creating.
After the banging on the door had stopped, he apprehensively got back up.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech.
Esmond jumped back, punting the pink toy cupcake across the room while doing so. It hit the chair and rebounded back to Esmond, smacking him in the foot. He squeaked and jumped up again. This whole situation and the one before had really set him on edge. He was going to leave that door closed as long as he could now.
"Huh...?" Esmond felt something gently nudge his foot. He looked down to see a plastic pink cupcake at his feet. Curious and a bit confused, he looked back up to check for something, like a shelf maybe, that the toy could've fallen off of. He only saw a glimpse of matted red fur and the shine of a metal hook heading straight for him before slamming the red button to close the door again.
After a few minutes of staring blankly into space, Esmond decided to go check on the door again, even though he really didn't want to. He timidly approached the door buttons again, and pushed on the light button. He checked the small and now-lit hallway for any more animatronics – and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw none. Thank god the chicken's finally gone, he thought. That thing was really freaking creepy.
He checked around a little more to really make sure there were no more anamatronics. Esmond then removed his hand from the white button, and subsequently pressed the red button to reopen the door.
He checked around a little more to really make sure there were no more anamatronics. Esmond then removed his hand from the white button, and subsequently pressed the red button to reopen the door.
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