They're Just Children (FNAF: SB X Little Nightmares)

Hate To Let You Down

"Hello? Can you hear me?" A distorted voice asked from his Foxy Fazwatch. 

Gregory sat alone in Foxy's private room, trying to sleep as he listened to the fox playing with all the youngest visitors to the Mega Pizzaplex. It'd only been two days since Bonnie's disappearance and neither of them were holding up great. The last talk I had with him was about how I stole from people. He'd taken a raincheck on many of the activities he normally would've been happy to engage in. Playing pirates, crushing his peers' high scores, catching up on the Staff's gossip from the vents, going on rides, everything but stalking unattended food lost some of its spark knowing the rabbit still hadn't turned up. Foxy was still in high hopes, 'Tha slugger's gonna punch his way back ta us soon enough, laddie!' he'd say every chance he got. Since the boy was always tired, hungry, and didn't feel like doing anything recently, the captain would often leave to check on Freddy. The hacker thought feeling so 'blah' about everything might at least render him empty enough to sleep, but every little squeak of metal, shriek of an especially annoying toddler, or muffled conversation behind Foxy's private room door would make his eyes snap open. 

And now there was what sounded like some random tween guy trying to talk to him through the Fazwatch the Puppet gave him. 

"How the hell did you find this watch?" He asked, finding his ruby watch's screen was coated in purple glitches. 

"Not important right now, I don't have much time. You can't trust them. Bonnie didn't vanish for no reason, you aren't any safer with Foxy!" The boy warned. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gregory groggily pressed. 

"Have you ever talked to the other animatronics? Have you ever gone near them at all? Have you ever been given a reason to believe they were after you? Because I don't think you have. You need to get away from him! Just ask him about what's under the Pizzaplex! If someone finds my body, they did it!" 

The voice cut out, a surge of sickly emerald static covering the screen with the Prize Puppet's smiling face. He'd never truly liked that creepy thing, she only sat in her little box, tucked back in the corner of the Prize Counter, and always... thinking... preoccupied... dead to the world around her until Foxy dragged her out of the store. The one and only time she visited Gregory in the Daycare was a night or two after he broke in. She'd walked in on wobbly, tentacle-like legs that were never meant to operate away from her strings, gifted him his Foxy Fazwatch, had a small chat, and returned to the Atrium. He swore up and down to the fox that she looked different on the cameras than she did when he met her, but the rogue constantly and awkwardly dodged the entire topic. What could she be doing in that dark crate? It seemed likely it was something to do with the Main Systems, but his only basis for that was the fact all computers in the building were connected to that network. Whatever her deal was, he usually tried to keep his distance until their mutual friend inevitably placed them together again. The one thing they never failed to agree on was to play some simple, short game or two until the pirate or bunny returned and tell them they had a good time. 

Maybe she had something to do with what happened to Bonnie? But why? Weren't they friends? What was different about all the other animatronics? At first he thought it might be Safe Mode, as the Daycare Attendant was pre-programmed to always favor that system to Stage Mode or standard guest interactions, but if that were the case, why was Bonnie so nice to him? Sure, the robots were supposed to interact with kids, but they were also parts of the Nightguard's toolkit for throwing out people that weren't meant to be there after hours. Why was he the exception? What made him so special? Nothing did, he was just another nobody in a sea of forgotten kids, even undesirable to the other rats. He was nobody. He was nothing. I'm nobody. I'm nothing. But that's fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. So why did Foxy bother with him? What was under the Pizzaplex? He should've seen this coming; everyone had an agenda, everyone just wanted to use everyone else for whatever goal they had this week, even Cassie had art school and potential robotics aspirations. A part of him thought the animatronics would be different, purely programmed to put on a show, but this call couldn't have come from nowhere.