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cottoncandypink) wrote2016-09-25 07:34 pm
cottoncandypink) wrote2016-09-25 07:34 pm
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oom: so the mechanical childrens' animatronics don't forcibly stuff you into an exoskeleton
Wilford could feel the crew getting antsy. He was pissed off and already getting sick of repeating himself, and they were picking up on it, which just made him even more pissed off
The sound system was re-wired, Phone Guy agreed to do the interview, and everything was exactly the same. So far, Wilford couldn't find a single thing that stood out as needing to be done differently. He thought he'd had it perfect. But maybe he had to go back to an old tactic. Maybe he'd changed too much last time.
"Well, uh, one would be in charge of viewing security cameras, and at one point would be in charge of using telekinetic powers to wind up a music box so the scary pop-up man doesn't go boo."
Wilford ignored the 'boo.' He didn't care about the 'boo,' because he knew there was something else. Something Phone Guy had said before, glossed over so quickly and heavily that nothing about it had stuck with Wilford, aside from the feeling that he had missed something important.
"Occasionally, you have to put on a mask so the mechanical childrens' animatronics don't forcibly stuff you into an exoskeleton, or jump out and go boo."
But as soon as Wilford pressed the issue, the power cut out again. Everyone stood around like idiots, waiting for the problem to solve itself why Phone Guy fell back into his chorus of "Hello?"
Wilford was positive this wasn't a random event. Someone was manipulating this.
"Well, don't all jump up at once!" Wilford shouted at his useless crew.
Since it was a given nobody was going to do a damn thing, Wilford took matters into his own hands again. He had a lighter in his pocket, and there were some candles on the set to make it look more homely or something, and that was all he needed. Light source sorted, Wilford trudged back to try to find the fuse box, and see what had blown (and maybe, what had caused it to), all the while trying to ignore the heavy creaks and clanks that suddenly filled the air. He grumbled to himself to drown it all out as he made his way down the narrow corridor, still having to feel his way along the wall, because candle light isn't worth shit when you need to actually see where you are going.
As the noises grew louder around him, Wilford began to realise that this was not what he was supposed to do either. He swore into the darkness as those two red eyes lit up the corridor. Only this time, he chose to run, rather than face the bear.
This time, the mechanical scream filled the area as Wilford was attacked from behind.
The sound system was re-wired, Phone Guy agreed to do the interview, and everything was exactly the same. So far, Wilford couldn't find a single thing that stood out as needing to be done differently. He thought he'd had it perfect. But maybe he had to go back to an old tactic. Maybe he'd changed too much last time.
"Well, uh, one would be in charge of viewing security cameras, and at one point would be in charge of using telekinetic powers to wind up a music box so the scary pop-up man doesn't go boo."
Wilford ignored the 'boo.' He didn't care about the 'boo,' because he knew there was something else. Something Phone Guy had said before, glossed over so quickly and heavily that nothing about it had stuck with Wilford, aside from the feeling that he had missed something important.
"Occasionally, you have to put on a mask so the mechanical childrens' animatronics don't forcibly stuff you into an exoskeleton, or jump out and go boo."
But as soon as Wilford pressed the issue, the power cut out again. Everyone stood around like idiots, waiting for the problem to solve itself why Phone Guy fell back into his chorus of "Hello?"
Wilford was positive this wasn't a random event. Someone was manipulating this.
"Well, don't all jump up at once!" Wilford shouted at his useless crew.
Since it was a given nobody was going to do a damn thing, Wilford took matters into his own hands again. He had a lighter in his pocket, and there were some candles on the set to make it look more homely or something, and that was all he needed. Light source sorted, Wilford trudged back to try to find the fuse box, and see what had blown (and maybe, what had caused it to), all the while trying to ignore the heavy creaks and clanks that suddenly filled the air. He grumbled to himself to drown it all out as he made his way down the narrow corridor, still having to feel his way along the wall, because candle light isn't worth shit when you need to actually see where you are going.
As the noises grew louder around him, Wilford began to realise that this was not what he was supposed to do either. He swore into the darkness as those two red eyes lit up the corridor. Only this time, he chose to run, rather than face the bear.
This time, the mechanical scream filled the area as Wilford was attacked from behind.