‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‍‍𝑨𝐹𝑇𝑶𝑁. ‍‍

ㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ㅤwell , i hope you like our humble diner !ㅤ❞ ness said , as cheerful as ever 。 ㅤ❝ㅤ——-- and you ’ re right , those animatronics felt like real friends to some of us 。i hope mr 。emily and you know that 。ㅤ❞ the brunet confessed , while preparing +

[ he doesn't like the ball pit. ]

a growl leaving her lips . how dare he use that name . . . he didn’t deserve to say that name . standing from her seat and turning to leave this uncomfortable space . “ is it an accusation if I know the smell of rot clinging to those old animals ? “ she sounds like she’s

[ and if he doesn't like the chairs? ]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( * 𝒽e's only 11. ) ⠀ ⠀

“ is this what a murderer does with his free time ? “ eyes narrow dangerously, hands moving to settle in her sweatshirt’s pockets . one gripping the pocketknife hidden within . if he makes a single move . . . she has the ability to silence him forever .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( * 𝓃o 。 。 he's too ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀young for that stuff. ) ⠀ ⠀

no . she’s not here for wine . she’s here to remind him of his sins against the people she cares about . so she’ll just sit a fair distance away from him . watching silently .