g e l a t o
" every dream has a dreamer "
Gelato let her cold, hazel-green gaze flicker from the stage to the left hallway. She was just sitting down on it, breathing consciously, even though she was an animatronic. She was hardly ever used anymore, only for performances, and she wasn't even visible. Gelato was the backstage keyboardist. Raising her metallic body up, Gelato clunked onto the carpeted floor of the party room. It looked so celebratory. But it was before 1987. Now, it was just a place full of trash, and janitorial pursuit. Flexing her leg servos, Gelato walked towards the left hallway, up to Pirate Cove, where Foxy would be. As she walked to the curtain, she put her brown head into it, and said, "Hey, Foxy. Oh, and hi, too, Bonnie."