![]() ![]() I felt a cold hand rub against my back before I could register what was happening. “This is so fucked up,” I thought to myself as I turned on my heels and ran. My heart rate was through the roof, stuck in this grand stand off between the animatronic and my very easily harmed human body. He towered over me, probably seven feet tall, and just stood there, watching me. I found myself face to face with Funtime Foxy, originally a pile of shit and wires I had just so kindly assembled. I didn’t consider, though, the walk there. I was relying on the assumption that whatever was lurking around here was sticking away from the grimy restrooms where it might find itself getting wet. I walked in the general direction of the bathroom, losing Michael to myself. I was creeped out and there were animatronics on the loose. I’m sure I’ll be okay,” I replied with a halfhearted smile. “I can come with you, if you want,” Michael offered, although I was sure he wasn’t too excited to keep watch over the women’s restroom. Half way through the night, I left Michael’s side claiming I had to go to the bathroom. My coworker, Michael, was the only thing that kept me going, but even he seemed to have some sort of strange agenda. I was on my fifth day working at Circus Baby’s, and I’d felt even more spent than usual. It came as a big surprise that it would be the sister location that brought me to my downfall. I was a miracle worker with the time I’d stayed alive. I’d lasted through enough fucked up shit to last a lifetime and I’d seen others come and go. ![]() Hanging from the top of the school flagpole and wearing only tighty whities, knowing I won't be let down.I’d worked the night shift at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria for longer than anyone else.Hanging from the top of the school flagpole, hoping I get let down tomorrow.Spinning around as I hang from a tree branch.Hanging in the locker rooms cuz the janitor forgot to check.Wait for all the students to stop taking pictures of me as I continue to hang from the school flagpole.Struggle as the jocks hang me from a tree branch before they go home.Hang on my locker hook and wait for my briefs to rip.I can't even go to gym class because I've been hanging on the flagpole for the whole day.Get dragged outside, and then hung on a tree or the flagpole by my tighty whities.Get used as training weights, with me and my underwear attached to the weight lifting machine.Get stripped down to my underwear, then get hung on the coathook.Get wedgied numerous times before I get let go. ![]()
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