#//greg being too nice as always is like I DONT WANNA HURT IT 😾

[grimsmuses]

@rockingroxy​ || xxx.

watching the jester just stand there and cackle like a deranged hyena was terrifying enough without being hurtled towards said deranged hyena at high speeds. he doesn’t even know how to drive, and he’s about to have his first head on collision. 

roxy’s telling him to go, but the thing looks relatively innocent; it’s just laughing, after all (even if it sounds like nightmare fuel). and greg was supposed to just plow into it? what if it got hurt?

they’re seconds away from impact now, and greggory has to make a choice. roxy’s telling him to floor it but everything in him screams to stop--

so he stops.

he slams his foot onto the brake and the car spins out tail first with the abrupt stop and imbalance; it swings to a stop right at sunny’s feet.

“well hello-hello-hello!” getting caught on the word like a scratched record player, the animatronic repeats it in a glitched, cheery autotune like tune before continuing. “roxanne, you’ve delivered me a little boy! how exci-exciting!”

this thing was creepy.

greggory’s looking at roxy with wide eyes, even though he knows it was his choice to stop the car, and, maybe the wrong choice. he looks back at sunny, who is now standing on the hood of the race car with his arms splayed in a grand gesture. “why don’t we all go play in sunny’s playset? the lights are on bright-bright in there!”

that’s the opposite of what they need: light, stripped of the cover of shadows. and speaking of what they need--

“can you please be quiet?” greggory breathes, whispering aggressively loudly; the sort of child whisper where you can’t say they aren’t whispering, but it’s practically the same as regular talking volume, so what exactly is the point? “we’re being chased--”

“by who?” the animatronic leans down close to greggory’s face, and the boy flattens himself against roxanne with wide eyes. “i don’t see a chaser!” he leans forward again, pressing a hand to his forehead like someone looking into the horizon. “what’s got you in a twist, kiddo? you got a guard dog-dog-dog and everything!” he gives a wink to roxanne. “this isn’t your show, is it, wags? you must be real lost! i don’t envy you!” another wild cackle. greggory wants to cry again just from how creepy this all is.

sunny isn’t helping anything, and now greggory is afraid to start the car, and they’re being arguably louder than they ever have been. vanny’s gotta have a pinpoint on their location. monty might at this rate too--and freddy. they might as well have a neon sign that’s flashing and says “GREGGORY IS HERE!!!” at this rate. that might be more discreet than this.