[As he steps into Roxy Raceway his eyes brighten, memories that had been closed off being accessed once more. The memory is there, of the path he'd been led down, the way she had gotten him past all of the barriers without leaving record of them being opened. He followed his old tracks, like he could see his footprints on the floor until he found the elevator, and set it to lower.
The path was still cleared, memories of his own work to clear it flooding back for a moment. He remembered when he uncovered the first scraps of cables... cables that now amassed into a giant form. He paused a moment to stare into the white and pink face of another Freddy, wondering if he and the other were alike, or completely different. Further down, deep down, he went, activating generators as he came across them, until he reached it... an old building, the once bright and neon sign that proclaimed it a pizzaria drawing his attention.]
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Date: 2022-02-04 12:16 am (UTC)The path was still cleared, memories of his own work to clear it flooding back for a moment. He remembered when he uncovered the first scraps of cables... cables that now amassed into a giant form. He paused a moment to stare into the white and pink face of another Freddy, wondering if he and the other were alike, or completely different. Further down, deep down, he went, activating generators as he came across them, until he reached it... an old building, the once bright and neon sign that proclaimed it a pizzaria drawing his attention.]
You are down here? In this buried pizzaria?