AWarriorcat wrote:Pam flinched as he heard a growl and scrambled onto all fours, as quietly as possible, he slipped behind a table, hopping the animatronic wouldn't find him, his ears pinned back in fear.
Sprinkles glanced up a the roof, the motion making his tongue fall back into his mouth, "I like kids though, they liked me, for the most part. Use to be a little girl that said I was here favorite, she use to order food just to play with me" He chuckled at the thought.
Foxy saw a table wobbled and stalked up to it, his metal feet clunking and scraping the floor as he moved. He looked around, standing in front of the table, but couldn't see what made the noise. His shoulders drooped sadly, and he turned back to the table he was sitting on. Seeing the mark his hook had made, he started trembling slightly, covering his hook with his good hand.
why do I always make such a mess? he thought sadly.
Wanda smiled, confused. "Kids?" She asked. She hadn't heard that term before.