send “💤” for my muse to fall asleep while resting against yours || accepting

For once, the pizzeria was completely silent.

          Dead silent.

The night guard didn’t have duty tonight, and the little restaurant Eliza was trapped within lay still in the blackness of the night. Eliza sat in one of the back halls, far away from the party room, knees hugged to her chest. Next to her was Becky, which was surprising for the little girl. Usually she was always hungry, and would be in the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers for any kind of meat she could get her fingers on.

     But for what may just be the first time, she didn’t seem to be hungry.

Eliza didn’t know why, but she had a feeling she didn’t really want to find out why either. So she sat in silence, gazing intently at the wall across from her. She pretends the cracks in the paint are colorful lines, lines that weave and transform into drawing in her mind. Drawings of her old home, of her friends, even happy drawings of the animatronics, back when they were just fun robots to play with, rather than  p r i s o n s .

Eliza lets her eyes drift shut, unknowingly resting her head on Becky’s shoulder, hopefully the other didn’t notice. The images leave the wall and dance around in her mind, like a parade only she can see. Eliza smiles, before slipping out of consciousness, fast asleep.