Freddy’s movement seized at the voice of the small girl. He took a moment to process the question, though took even longer to convince himself that he had actually heard something. He was quite aware of the child’s distaste for him and her reluctance to even exchange subtle greetings let alone actually begin conversation. He couldn’t even recall a time in the past in which she had instigated a conversation with him.
“Whatever happens to him is your bidding,” the animatronic whispered in response, not wishing for their position to be compromised. He was quiet a moment before extrapolating, “So yes. I am certain that he will get his comeuppance.”
It was the bear’s intention to only return onto the man what he had done in his time serving the restaurant, however he was quite aware that Eliza had some more… creative… plans for him. He did not wish for her to grow upset at the lost opportunity to satisfy her needs, however he wasn’t all too thrilled about putting onto the man more than was completely necessary.
Eliza nodded her head, processing the bear’s response to her inquiry. The animatronic had seemed quite shocked when she had spoken to him, not that it was surprising to her.
After all, they didn’t talk too often.
Eliza wasn’t usually one to make conversation, and it seemed Freddy was not only well aware of that, but so used to it that should she decide to speak, he was actually a bit startled.
It wasn’t like it mattered now though.
The bear’s response carried truth to it however. Eliza had a plan, a plan which, by most, would be thought of as flawed or terribly conceived. It was not thought of in such a revolting manner because of how it was formulated or planned, but rather what exactly the two had in store for the man behind the slaughter.
Should everything go according to the plan, the killer was going to regret laying a f i n g e r on Eliza and her friends.
The mechanical bear and the child next to it rounded a corner, greeting them with another stretch of hallway, this one however was a dead end. Eliza could feel the murderer’s disgusting presence polluting the stale air.
“ He’s nearby, I can feel it. You can feel it too, can’t you. ”
The child uttered the words as a STATEMENT , rather than a question. She didn’t need to ask, she already knew she was right.