LORD SHAXX
IM THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN
sd floated in hovering above the guard just staring with his deep white void eyes
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*Toy Bonnie powers on, his large green led eyes flickering on. He turns his head slowly, a small wirring sound can be heard with each movement.* "wh....where am i.... wh...what happened...? " *he asks the seemingly empty room with a slight glitch in his voice. He notices a blinking red light (camera) in the corner and stares at it, still unable to move more than his head just yet *
(Thats it for now i gotta get ready for work)
*chika starts to moce down the hallway from the closet she was in previously. She stops at the doorway of the room easton is in and fixes him in her glare* "n....nnnnn" *she tries to say again but to no avail*Easton looked around at all the animatronics in the room. "If you wouldn't mind, take it easy on me. I don't want to be in the hospital tonight..... Or the morgue..." He said. There was a loud squeal, and a door opening. Well, guess there's more animatronics.
*chica turns stiffly and looks at trisha, her voicebox emitting more sparks as she does. She stares at trisha and starts to reply but it merely comes out in a jumble of mishapen phrases.* "help...party... purple... night...." *clearly damaged, chica starts towads easton, violently shaking, her beak wide open so as if to eat him*Trisha takes a step back to give him some room, and to survey the area. The older ones were waking, and we're in worse shape than she was. She moved towards a yellow chicken animatronic. Metal. One of the original crew she guessed. "Hello?"
*chica seems to trip over her own oversized feet and crashes face first into the floor, she struggles to get back up but finds that she cannot.* "k....k....killed..... m.....mmmm....meeeeee......" *she says lowly, haltingly. The voice is accompanied by an inhuman screech*Easton backed away, bringing out his flashlight as if he were going to start hitting the chicken with it if he got caught. "Well shoot." He huffed. This one seemed old, surely it could catch him if he ran...
*chica stares at trisha uncomprehendingly* ch...ch...child.... purple... r..r...rrr....uu.....n...... *chica tries to get up to push trisha towards the exit. Her processors are malfunctioning so she doesnt see that trisha is an animatronic... nor much at all.*Grabbing a dolly from the corner, Trisha takes it over to Chica, in an attempt to lift her up, knowing she wouldn't he able to do it with out it.