★FNAF Aftershow ★

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Your performance was perfect tonight! ...Thank you. Your hair is beautiful. Your tail is beautiful. Everyone was watching you. Everyone loves you. Everyone wants to be you. You are the best! Thank you. I am the best. I am the best.

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You are NOTHING!

*erm improve lines pls, im like rlly slow rn*

Get ready for a surpriiiiiiiiise!

Knock knock, anybody home?!

Well, hello again! HAHA-HAHA! Are you ready for round two?!

Showtimes are on the hour, not a moment before and not a moment later!

I'm sorry, but there was never enough room on this stage for both of us!

A performance was demanded of me, and now I have delivered! Encore!

I don’t recognize you. You are new. I remember this... scenario, however. It’s a strange thing to want to do, to come here. I’m curious what events would lead a person to want to spend their nights in a place like this... willingly. Maybe curiosity? Maybe ignorance. There is a space under the desk. Someone before you crafted it into a hiding place, and it worked for him. I recommend that you hurry though. You will be safe there, just try not to make eye contact. It will be over soon; they will lose interest.

When your guide comes back online, he is going to tell you that he was unsuccessful– that you must restart the system manually. He will then tell you to crawl through Ballora Gallery as fast as you can to reach the breaker room. If you follow his instructions, you will die. Ballora will not return to her stage anymore—she will catch you. The power will be restored shortly. When you crawl through Ballora Gallery, go slowly. She cannot see you, and can only listen for your movement. When you hear her music become louder, she is growing near, listening for you. Wait, and be still.

Did you know that I was on stage once? It wasn’t for very long, only one day. What a wonderful day though. I was in a small room with balloons and a few tables. No one sat at the tables, though. But children would run in and out. Some were afraid of me; others enjoyed my songs. Music was always coming from somewhere else, down the hall. I would always count the children– I’m not sure why. I was always acutely aware of how many there were in the room with me. Two, then three, then two, then three, then four, then two, then none. They usually played together in groups of two or three. "I was covered in glitter. I smelled like birthday cake. There were two, then three, then five, then four. I can do something special, did you know that? I can make ice cream! Although I only did it once. There were four, then three, then two... then one. Something happened when there was one. "A little girl, standing by herself. I was no longer... myself, and I stopped singing. My stomach opened, and there was ice cream. I couldn’t move—at least, not until she stepped closer. There was screaming for a moment, but only for a moment. Then other children rushed in again, but they couldn’t hear her over the sounds of their own excitement. I still hear her sometimes.

I can hear someone creeping through my room.

Is someone there?

All I do is dance alone, But now I hear your flesh and bone. I roam these halls alone all day, But now you're here, friend and prey.

*improv*

*improv*

*Say something you think would fit*