It was the middle of the night, and Tori paused by the left door into the guard room. "Keep a close eye on the others," she growled. "They're vicious." The guard jumped a bit, but Tori had already left the hall.
Lithium turned around the corner into the hall and nearly walked into Tori, who jumped back, her fur on end and claws out. "You turned me into this!" she hissed ferociously. Lithium scrambled backwards, eyes wide. Tori snarled at her again and stalked past her into the back room, bolting the door behind her.
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Lithium was on edge now. It had been five weeks since the incident, three since they had tried to destroy Tori. Tori had taken to staying in the backstage room most of the time, but came out sometimes at night. Recently, her left eye, the side that Diesel had bitten, had started to glow a violent bloody red at all times.
Lithium had started to fear that Tori would get back at them one night, and glanced back fearfully at the backstage door. Tori usually only came out once a night, every second night or so, but it was always startling to find the door creaking slowly open.
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Ellanore saw Lithium leap back from the corner, and heard what Tori had said, and seen Lithium's reaction and her glance at the door. She in turn turned her gaze to the door, and struck with a desire to keep everyone safe during the day and the night, she quietly got off the stage and retrieved an iron pipe from the supply closet, passing a worried looking Lithium on her way back.
Coming to a halt beside the backstage door, Ellanore quietly slipped the pipe through the two handles on the door and wall. As silently and quickly as she could, she bent the ends in on the pipe and wound them around each other. With any luck the door could only be opened from the outside now.
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The next day, Tori lay with her eye closed and ears twitching as she listened to the sounds coming from outside the door. It was still odd for her to not be a part of that. Slowly the sounds began to quiet and wind down as people left, then the lights were shut off with a click.
It would still be two hours before the night watch arrived, and Tori disliked going out before then because she felt almost vulnerable. She stood up and paced a bit, her claws clicking on the concrete floor as she watched the camera. Though it was destroyed, it tended to spark and twitch at about midnight.
Tori heard the front door open with a quiet click and she listened to the footsteps of the guard as he moved through the dining area to the guard room. She stepped over to the door and unbolted it before pulling on the handle. The door didn't move. Stepping back, she cocked her head at the door. Grasping the handle in her teeth, she pulled back as hard as she could, but it still refused to budge.
Tori knew she had unbolted the door, but she couldn't think of a reason the door would be doing this unless someone had locked it from the outside. She stepped up to the crack between the door and the wall and peered through it. Clear as day there was a pipe holding the door shut. Pulling away and growling viciously, Tori began to pace again, her tail whipping through the air and her ears flattened.
Why was she always locked in the back room, she wondered bitterly.
Nothing from Diesel's point of view because reasons I guess.
Tori's referring to the time she was under repairs after having the door closed on her and the second version of the pizzeria back in 1987 when the toy models of herself and her friends also locked her in the parts and service room.


