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might mess more with aurora and mabel tonight. this is going to be a semi-active account, you'll be able to find me at those two or xminimoon more often than this one. i might set up pages tonight too, who knows

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            She looks to his hook again.              The gears in her work to dispose of what she's              ingested, it's gotten rid of bodies and worse--               she can handle a couple slices of pizza. She's              displeased that he would ask her to help with              his rusted hook, though she supposes she's the              one  with  the   most   knowledge  of  cleaning,              however limited it might be. The remaining              bits of food are abandoned on the counter as              she turns away to see what he could use. 

                                ❝ Soap ? Vinegar ? ❞

                  Might as well help the poor thing, he's                   neglected enough as it is and it's unlikely                   that maintenance might bother cleaning                   the hook of an unused pirate.

              Casually does she glance back toward the food               left on the counter, unashamed of the cravings               that none of the others seem to share.

              lone brow raises when she actually pauses               in her activity to look at him, to actually form               a response. he had been so sure that she               would simply i g n o r e him, just continue to               scarf down the revolting grease that workers               here had the gall to call food.

              a whir of machinery from the contraption               humans might call a neck leaves him; the               parody of a breath, of a sigh. what a riot she               was. it makes her feel WHOLE? what does               that even mean? only thing that slop does is               screw up the circuitry and gears and other               mess of shit that is the sole reason she               can  s t i l l  move and talk.

              he knew he should not have asked in the               first place. then again, he had expected               something more than what he was given.               something actually INTERESTING. oh well.

                                “right. & you wouldn’t happen to                                   k͖̬͜n̟͙̭o̼̯̦w̗̞̭ how i could clean off my                                   hook, w̨̲͜o̯͎͜u̙̼̖l͖̫͎d̙͈ͅ ̳̠̤y̧̺͇o̳͙̹u̲͓ͅ?”

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                             now i am a man eater                               in more than just one way----

                                    he TASTES LIKE PIG                                         ( but that's okay )                                      i  eat  him  every  day

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   He won't listen. So be it.       She's never found as much enjoyment     in their screaming as the others have,     but there is something about human     flesh that just helps satisfy much more     than PIZZA. Perhaps after she eats this     one, she won't feel the need to snack      for the rest of the night.

           A silent dash towards the idiot. 

         A sigh left his lips, eyes rolling as it         sounded. A furrowed expression         soon followed. How did the person         in the suit know about where the         guard room was?                  ”Fool? Man, you gotta work                  on your insults. Come on now.                  Get out now. Trying to do my                  job here.”

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PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO FUCKING HELP ME

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                 ❝ How dreadful. ❞

       She can't find the effort to care too much, however.          Slowly  does that head turn to face him,  blonde            locks slowly slipping over her shoulder. Frown.  

                            ❝ And which do you prefer ? ❞

       His reply came seconds after the question had been asked. Perhaps thinking, perhaps deciding what to say. 

                            【 ❝єιтнєя ℓєανє υѕ тσ яσт

                                              σя тєαя υѕ αραят❞】

Neither favorable, but hey, he already had been left to the former. Didn’t bug him too much.  

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    ❝ No. No I don't, not when you play it           every time the little idiot in the office 

                        d̈̓ͫͭͪ̋e̓͋̏p͗̊̉̑r͗̈́i̒̈ͣve͛͆ͧ͊͐s̓̅ ̍ͭ̅͌̾̊h̊͛̿iͣͫm̏̑sͫ͒ͮ̽e̔̄ͪ̑̅ͪ̅l̾̔͑̒̔f̏͛ͪ͛̆ͧ ͧ̈́̂̅ͦo̾̽͒̀̎ͩ̽fͮ̑ ͬͮp͌̄̆ow̒͋e͊̿ͫṙ͋ͧ. ❞

He debated over doing it or not            That ş̣͔͔ͤ͑͛̋m͍̲͖͔̹̤̈́i̢̥̱̤͙̜ͥ̓̀ͪͅl̶͇̖̥̝͔̊ͩ̂͐̾̂ͯė̴̫ creeping into his               expression nonetheless. He was going to do it when she didn’t expect it.

��� Oh fine. You w̭̯̫̳̻̹ͥ̔͘i͖ͪ̎ͬn͆̋́͌ͯ̆ this time, C͓̙̮͇̯̒͜h̨̘̯͇͎̋ͯ̆i͈͓̟͙̼ͫ͂͂͌ͅc̤̄͋ͣ̒̓ä͔͎͖̬̽ͧ͞. ❞

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Of course she sees him when he enters,  there are NONE who might sneak their way into the kitchen  without her notice. Especially when she is eating. She might  have stopped when he entered if she had cared, but he sat  there quietly instead, and observed-- and she simply resumed  her midnight activities, biting down, and biting down, and--

                  why does she eat so much ? 

        She gulps down the bite and then sets the rest of         the slice onto the table, gently, looking toward the         other directly for the first time that night. Pale hues         make their way down to his hook- rusted- as her         mind of nuts and bolts ponders. 

                              ❝ It makes... It makes me feel... W̵͆̈́̇̃HO͐͂Lͬ̂ͯ͡Ĕͭ̈́ͭ́.̈͑̇ ❞

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She trembles ever so slightly behind him,  not from fear, but from anticipation, from teeth-gritting   ANGER. Has the security guard become so useless that  he cannot check anywhere other than Pirate Cove for  trouble ? Have the other performers strayed so far from  the RULES that they have ceased worrying about any   intruders  when there's a guard to play with ?  Behind  him she creeps, closer, closer, closer, as close as she  can get without alerting him of her presence---- 

                 ❝ y͐͐̉͝oͭ͌͌̌̿͛̉u̶ ̾̓̈́́̈́̾͝s͊̎ͩ͂͐ǎ́id̄̅ͪ͠ ͤ̇̃͞y̒̏oͦuͧ͑̾͡ ͂̒wo̸ͦų͒̓̇̓ͥͩ̚l̒̐d͏ ̛͒ͫ̇̑͒̆ĺ̉̓̄ͮe̓ͧͥ͏av́̎̓̈̉͊̌e͑̃.̓̊̓̍͢ ❞

  Fingertips roll over the walls,   eyes studying every single detail.   There’s a strange feeling that overcomes him   when he reaches the end of the hall.   He’ll become dead in his tracks,   listening closely to the eerie sounds from the vents.   Nothing.   Hence,   he strolls over to the main room with no hesitation.

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Has this been done?? I think this has been done. Pyro would be the perfect employee <3 Hang in there Chica! Pyro’s shift ends in an hour D:

Bonus: KEEP THE DOOR SHUT *Do the Dirty Pizza playing softly in distance*

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            Suit. He thought she wore a suit.               How delightfully naive of the little idiot. Her mouth opens,               WIDE, and she proudly displays both sets of her lovely teeth              before the last slice slips down into the gears within her. 

                         ❝ I'm giving you a chance, fool.                               Go back to your guard closet,                               play a little bit with my friends.

                                                           And l̔e̵̿a͆ͯ͆̋̌vͭ̐̒̋̂͘e̓ͥͣ ͮ̍ͭm̅̃͞e͂̍̿͏ ͑ͣ̋͑̽͂̊b̂ͭ̑eͧ.́ͬͪ̑͢ ❞

        Looks like some crazed homeless person had         found one of the suits. Hadn’t the manager         said something about them being robots?                                Oh well.           “Work here, yeah. Pretty sure you’re not           supposed to be doing that. Gonna have           to ask you to leave the suit behind and           get out of here.”

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locked outside your apartment in your underwear and have to ask your cute neighbor for help au.

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      She watches him leave the room,        the pesky thing, and then FOLLOWS him. her steps         silent against the tiles of the restaurant. She's spent         years creeping upon unsuspecting security guards,        following him out of the kitchen is child's play.         She  slips  the  slice  of  pizza  into  her  mouth, not        bothering to   properly   eat  it  when  she needs to        ensure that this stranger doesn't stay where he         DOESN'T BELONG. There's little enjoyment in the        food when she has him to worry about. 

  God, her expression is making him uneasy.   It’s as if he’s hallucinating all of this.   He probably is,   that’s what he likes to assume.   An awkward cackle comes out, head shaking.

    “It’s okay,      I’ll just leave now.”

  Well, he doesn’t mean exit the whole place.   Now he just needs to be a bit quieter.   Randall wandered out cautiously,   tiptoeing over to another area.

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        And she pauses when the door opens,           and the new guard stops in the doorway, his words slipping          past her. Savagely does she rip the slice of pizza from her          mouth, swallowing whatever's left between her rows of teeth          as they stare at one another. What an idiot, to not even heed          the warnings so cleverly left behind by his predecessor ! 

                        Doesn't he know what danger he's in ? 

              Chica may have less interest in people than the others,               but she's certainly not merciful. Especially when her                SNACKING has been interrupted---- 

                                       ❝ Y̾ͪǭͬ̃̓ͭ̉ͮu̕'͑̊̒͗̚͠re͛͂̆̉̀ ̾͂́̽n͑͊ͥ̄̐̄̀oͦţ͐̿ ̐ͥsͭ͊̋ͭu͌ͮ̅́ṕ̐p̨̎͋̉ͨ̋̂̓o̒̅͊̆̓̚͢š̓́eͩ̂̌̈ͤ̒͋d̑͏ ́t̒̆͂ͯͬͯo͑ͮ ̓̈́be͗̋̔ ͥ̍̋ḧ́͛̑̏̔e̚r̈͂͆̉eͫ̄͂̉ͦ. ❞

                                 Wonderful.             Clearly there was some type of animal             that had gotten in. Who in their right             mind would break into a place like this             anyway? Money wasn’t a thing they had             by the looks of it.                          The place was a mess.             He walked from the room, humming to             himself as he made his way to the kitchen.             The computer was good for tha-                           “What the hell, yeah?”                                      What was that…thing?

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There's the sounds of pots and pans from the kitchen as the fabricated woman searches about for some scraps of food that look well enough  to eat. Her acquaintances are likely giving the guard on his first night an easy enough time---- despite how  strict they have to be about enforcing the rules, they also enjoy toying about with the new help.

  You can't get a new guard every other day, after all.

Mm, a slice, relatively untouched-- and being what she is,  looking out for germs and whatever else doesn't matter to her. Desperately does she wolf down the little triangle, relishing what little of it she can taste and feel---- 

                        and then begins to search for more.

        How long had the manager said?                      Five nights?         Five nights of being a “guard” to         make some extra cash. Kane sighed         to himself, walking down the hallway         to the main stage room. Screw the         cameras. What could possibly happen         at a kid’s party place?

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 She can just barely taste the food   upon her tongue, the only source of comfort in this    awful pizza place. Inaudibly do the gears within her   shred each bite into tiny pieces she'll inevitably have   to clean out. But for a moment, the void within her is    FILLED. And then he continues speaking. 

               ❝ I'm part of the a̽̓ͬͣ͡u̷t̓h̊̍ͯ̈́͑ͦ͜ỏ͂̍́͝rͫ̽̒̂ḯ͒̚͜ť̡̓̈̿̃y̛ͮ̏ͤ̏ͫ here.                 Are we going to have a problem ? ❞

      The crust between her fingers falls to the counter       as she reaches for another piece, honestly not quite        concerned with pursuing the intruder just yet. 

  Might as well leave then if somebody’s watching.   However, something strikes him when he sees the clock.   It’s already past midnight,   who the would be up this late   without a hint of being tired?   Charcoal orbs flick back over to her.

    “Are you the police?      Do you have a badge?”

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      ❝ Not after years of the ś̷̃̐ͬ̄a̓̓̉͒̇͏m̓͐̏͐͜e ́d̂͛̃ͩ͋am̛ͯͦ̋̋n͠ ̡̒͗̇ͦ̓s̊ͥ̓͜o̓̔͆ͧn̒ͫ̽͛͋̍̅ģͫͨ.̍̅ͬ̂́ͩ͌͠ ❞

❝ Don’t à̻̖̗̞̉̚p̜̘͕͓̘͖p̵̥͈̮̭͕͚͉͐̒͑r͎̰̠͓͈̮̄̔̅̔ͦ̋̚͝ͅe̯̙͖̺̭̊̐̔̒̓ͫͪ́c̭͖͒̊͂i̫̙͇̪̟̊͗̈́ͮ͗ͤa̧̩̯̯̺̰̗̳̓ť͈̟̣͑̆̐̑̕e̟̤̫̮͕͒̓̇̊̊ my taste in m͇̖͕̘̄u͔͛̿̾s͔͝i̢ͥͩ̍ͪͮ̀c͖̳̺̻̤͉͙͊ͣͥ they gave me?~ ❞