&&. The Joy Of Creation
Her eyes were gorged out. He limbs, her body…
It wasn’t even that long ago, but oh god, it felt like forever. She heard her dearest friend die before her, somehow… They could only save her.
Patricia was rescued by some people. They said they were “going to help her.” What was going to happen? An elder man’s voice told informed her to call him “Dr. Avian.” Was her whole life going to… Darkness? No. No, no, no please.
So there she laid, in some metal bed with a quite nice comfortable pillow. Or whatever they made her head rest on. It was late, for sure, Patty was for sure. She was tired herself and began dozing off. Something snapped at her back into reality. Heavy footsteps were loud, in which coming to her.
❝ Dr. Avian?….I-…Is that you? ❞
creation was truly a wonderful thing ,
especially when it began with a simple
mortal being with no more power than
a pathetic pile of dust. as the heavy
footsteps that were fredbear’s metal
feet inched towards the girl , a dark
chuckle could be heard echoing from
the shadows , shaking & rattling within
the mind of anyone who heard it. in
this case , his the sound metal claws
scraping against a nearby table of the
same , steely material signaled the
mechanical beast grabbing something
— a rope , perhaps — & approaching
the helpless girl’s side.
“ i don’t think you’ll be seeing dr.
avian anytime soon. for now ,
you’ll have to get used to me. “
he spoke roughly , as if the voice did
not belong to him , but rather the child’s
mind , as it once truly had. red optics
scanned the being before them , noting
its clear helplessness. with that , he
roughly strapped the rope around her
body , looping it around the table &
tying it around the bottom.