@"Paradox"
Snow smiled on her own mechanical way, hoping that Sky wouldn’t think of her differently if he managed to put all the pieces on their respective places, she would feel terrible to lose a friend…but then…maybe he would be safer that way… “I would love to he-e-ear your story, Sky†She moved her ears in a cute way as she talked, a small trick that she had to make kids laugh a bit.
She closed her eyes, trying to gather the enough courage to start telling her story, the story of how she…died, the only memory that she still had of when she was alive “I was a-a-a night guard in the pizzeria several years ago-o, when the place only had two animatronics a-a-and was a lot smaller. I was chilling-ing on my office while eating a slice o-o-of my favorite pizza. I still remember that I was abo-out to fall asleep when the alarm of my clock went off at 12 AM, startling me a bit.
I gra-a-abbed the monitor to che-e-eck the cameras, and then I saw it, a shady figure entering i-i-in the pizzeria. Being a night guard on duty-ty, I did the only logical thing; Place do-o-own the monitor, grab my flashlight and-nd go to check who this mysterious figure was. At that time-e-e the monetary-y-y income of the pizzeria was so low that they o-o-only could give me a small amount of power during the night-ght, and if I didn’t want it to run out in a blink of an eye I co-o-ouldn’t turn on the lights at all.
I started chasing the-e-e figure around, and for several ho-hours we had this odd game-e-e of the cat and mouse until he entered in the ba-ba-backroom, allowing me to corner him. I grabbed the gun-un I always carried with me as protection-ion before entering, but when I went in I sa-a-aw nobody in there. Then it was when I fe-e-elt a hard hit on the back of my head, not enough to-o-o knock me out, but strong enough to make-ke me fall to the ground, dropping my flashlight a-a-and gun.
I still remember the burning pa-pa-pain of the knife that he used to stab me before I-I-I could get up again. I’m not sure if he-e-e missed his target or if he wasn’t trying to kill me right a-a-away, but I really wished that he had just finished me o-o-off right then and there. Instead of that, he dragged me a-a-and stuffed me inside the snow leopard suit-it after taking out the endoskeleton. I can’t remember-er-er exactly how he did it, I was way too dizzy tha-a-anks to blood loss and about to pass out, and that probably was good, since-e-e it didn’t allowed me to feel the pain of the wires-res and mechanisms of the-e-e suit.
The last thing I re-e-emember before I died was the a-a-alarm of the clock of the pizzeria going off at 6 AM. Since that day my so-o-oul has been stuck inside this suit, e-e-even after the employees found out wha-a-at happened, took my body away from it and even cleaned it. I…I really do-o-on’t know why I’m still he-e-ere at all, I have some theories, but I-I-I can’t help but feel…lostâ€.
Snow smiled on her own mechanical way, hoping that Sky wouldn’t think of her differently if he managed to put all the pieces on their respective places, she would feel terrible to lose a friend…but then…maybe he would be safer that way… “I would love to he-e-ear your story, Sky†She moved her ears in a cute way as she talked, a small trick that she had to make kids laugh a bit.
She closed her eyes, trying to gather the enough courage to start telling her story, the story of how she…died, the only memory that she still had of when she was alive “I was a-a-a night guard in the pizzeria several years ago-o, when the place only had two animatronics a-a-and was a lot smaller. I was chilling-ing on my office while eating a slice o-o-of my favorite pizza. I still remember that I was abo-out to fall asleep when the alarm of my clock went off at 12 AM, startling me a bit.
I gra-a-abbed the monitor to che-e-eck the cameras, and then I saw it, a shady figure entering i-i-in the pizzeria. Being a night guard on duty-ty, I did the only logical thing; Place do-o-own the monitor, grab my flashlight and-nd go to check who this mysterious figure was. At that time-e-e the monetary-y-y income of the pizzeria was so low that they o-o-only could give me a small amount of power during the night-ght, and if I didn’t want it to run out in a blink of an eye I co-o-ouldn’t turn on the lights at all.
I started chasing the-e-e figure around, and for several ho-hours we had this odd game-e-e of the cat and mouse until he entered in the ba-ba-backroom, allowing me to corner him. I grabbed the gun-un I always carried with me as protection-ion before entering, but when I went in I sa-a-aw nobody in there. Then it was when I fe-e-elt a hard hit on the back of my head, not enough to-o-o knock me out, but strong enough to make-ke me fall to the ground, dropping my flashlight a-a-and gun.
I still remember the burning pa-pa-pain of the knife that he used to stab me before I-I-I could get up again. I’m not sure if he-e-e missed his target or if he wasn’t trying to kill me right a-a-away, but I really wished that he had just finished me o-o-off right then and there. Instead of that, he dragged me a-a-and stuffed me inside the snow leopard suit-it after taking out the endoskeleton. I can’t remember-er-er exactly how he did it, I was way too dizzy tha-a-anks to blood loss and about to pass out, and that probably was good, since-e-e it didn’t allowed me to feel the pain of the wires-res and mechanisms of the-e-e suit.
The last thing I re-e-emember before I died was the a-a-alarm of the clock of the pizzeria going off at 6 AM. Since that day my so-o-oul has been stuck inside this suit, e-e-even after the employees found out wha-a-at happened, took my body away from it and even cleaned it. I…I really do-o-on’t know why I’m still he-e-ere at all, I have some theories, but I-I-I can’t help but feel…lostâ€.