#wait till cassie does the good old freudian slip and calls proto freddy 'dad'... bECAUSE THAT WILL HAPPEN SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE

[fazeruined]

@curseofbreadbear

Even with the comprehensible discomfort of Freddy's dented casing, currently this still was the most comfortable Cassie's felt, further suggested by how her body relaxed in his arms; she really was entrusting him with herself, having come to understand those sharp claws and scary jagged edges wouldn't purposely come to her harm.

In fact, it has been quite a while since last time she was even simply held...

So this moment meant more to her than it probably truly does. It was just really nice to feel such sense of familiarity again.

She just kind of wished Freddy didn't have to twist and put more (possible) strain on his damaged body just to achieve that. But maybe once they figure out a way to pull those metallic junk pieces out of his body, that can be at least one of the first steps in helping him, once they can get to that.

Her free hand went up to once again wipe the cuff of her sleeve over the side of her forehead, further staining the fabric with that darker red shade; that definitely was something the Daycare Attendant hopefully should be able to help with...

" That's really good, then. It means we shouldn't have to wander too far and off our plan to reach the Daycare just looking for a stroller. " It's almost comedic that a kid at her age could still fit in those baby strollers from the PizzaPlex. " I wouldn't know even if I passed by one, though. I was far too focused in just... getting through. " Not to mention a good chunk of her venturing through Fazer Blast was her terrifiedly running away from him, thinking he was going to hurt her, not getting to process what random things were laying around. But of course she doesn't say that out loud, not wanting Freddy to feel guilty.

" You might want to slow your steps just a bit. There is a lot of annoying little things littering the floor. " Cassie heeds. Things like small crumbs of wood or cement and small pieces of junk and scraps, not to mention broken and uneven floor parts, far too many for her to alert him of every single one; Though he probably can just step over majority of them, a slower and more cautious step while doing do lowered the chances of him getting caught by surprise and losing his balance. That was especially important on the higher platforms if they were to cross those again, full of uneven footing and gaps, on top of being high up from the ground level.

" I don't want you to trip and fall off. " She says empathetically; While that was something that would affect her as well if it happened since he was carrying her, she really just didn't want that happening to her new (and now potentially only) friend at all, period.

[Freddy could no longer process the pain he should have felt; whether it be the agony of his damaged systems and missing casing, or the inherent discomfort that came with twisting a limb to an unnatural degree, he didn't feel a thing. It was mildly concerning ( especially with regard to his internal machinery ), but at least it enabled him to "comfortably" carry Cassie without issue. So he hoped. His joints SHOULDN'T be any weaker just because they were twisted like this, but he was a bit worried about that now...]

[Speaking of which, Cassie didn't complain or cry out when he swooped her into his arms, meaning that he hadn't harmed her. Thank goodness; his plan had worked. They would be able to safely traverse Fazer Blast like this, at least until they stumbled on a stroller.]

[Freddy was given pause as she held off on being his eyes, noting that the Pizzaplex was full of "dark and scary" places. Could she not see? He recalled their earlier encounter, in which he had retrieved a flashlight for her -- did she still have it?]

[Answering his question for him, Freddy heard a distinct "click." She then agreed to play the part of his eyes, now that she could actually see in front of them.]

T̶̮͠H̷̭̀À̶̬N̵͚̆K̴͖̕ ̸̙̒Y̴̦̾O̸͎̒U̸̞̓.̵͓̒ (THANK YOU.)

[Freddy began to walk forward, reversing the route he'd taken to get here, but paused as she offered the smallest bit of guidance; this was a "back room" for Fazer Blast. There was a door ahead of them, to the right. He "nodded" in acknowledgment -- it was the polite thing to do, even if he was already fairly acquainted with the inner workings of Fazer Blast. It was also...nice, having a picture painted for him. He might be able to feel his way around, but it was nothing like being able to see it for himself.]

[Freddy carefully made his way through the door, making sure not to let it touch Cassie. He continued on his preset route, waiting for her to call something out, but engaged her as she inquired about his stroller knowledge.]

I̶̠͑ ̴̻͋H̸͙̽A̸͇͛Ṿ̶̋E̵̖̒ ̷̺̀D̶̗͐Ë̴͚́T̶̥́E̸̻̋C̷̦̋Ṯ̵̍E̷̢̕D̶̛̻ ̶̰̈T̸͙̄Ḩ̵͒E̸̬̒M̵̘̑,̷̟̒ ̵͓͆Ý̶͍É̴̹S̵͇̽.̷̩̂ ̶͎̽T̵̫̈́H̸̲̍E̸̖͊Y̷̋ͅ ̸̰́M̵̬̐Í̶͕G̷̟̒H̶͓͋T̸̗̋ ̸͚̄N̶̺͂O̵̺͌T̶̯̊ ̵̹͠B̷̻̈́Ȩ̴̈́ ̸̗͂A̶̦̽Ļ̴͝O̴̭̽Ṉ̴̏G̵͙̓ ̸̓ͅT̴̡̀H̴̅͜I̸̻͗Ş̶̎ ̷̗̕P̷̩̊A̷̟̍T̸̮̕Ḥ̶̽,̵̜̍ ̷̤͝B̶̦̀U̶͇͛T̷͉̈́ ̸̾͜T̷̯̀H̶̻̾E̶̬̓R̵̞̀Ẹ̶̀ ̷͚̓S̵̰͠H̴̨͋Ö̶͔́Ū̶̪Ļ̷̒Ḑ̸͠ ̴̰̾B̵̬͊E̶̢̓ ̴̫͆Å̵ͅT̸̫̅ ̴͕̍L̶͕̆Ę̷̿Ȧ̶̘S̸̩͋T̴̢̕ ̸̬́O̴̟̎N̴̞̔E̷̻͑ ̸̙̇I̷̩͘N̴̮̄ ̸̖͠F̴̘̅A̶͒ͅZ̵̡̅E̵͔͆R̸̉ͅ ̷̗̐B̷̳̅L̴͍̽A̷͇̍S̶͙̕T̸̥͒.̵̮͛ ̴̤͗I̵̦͝ ̴̭͘Ạ̸͝M̷̰͐ ̸̣̀C̷̤͂Ẻ̷͉R̸̒͜Ṯ̸͂A̷̛͉Ǐ̶̼N̴͔̈ ̶̯̃O̷̠̔F̶̟̕ ̶̝̏Ḯ̷̯T̴͎̾.̷̗͋ (I HAVE DETECTED THEM, YES. THEY MIGHT NOT BE ALONG THIS PATH, BUT THERE SHOULD BE AT LEAST ONE IN FAZER BLAST. I AM CERTAIN OF IT.)