Quick Gregory And Cassie Doodle!!

☆ Quick Gregory and Cassie doodle!! ☆

good morning ash just threatened to send the fnaf lore presentation to my program coordinator

The mutual friends.. Both have to put up with greg

“Greg always had a hard time adjusting when having new parents, every time he ran, they would never chase him to come back. But Vanessa did, and he realized at that moment that she really cared. And he now knows he doesn’t have to run to see if she loves him.”

This is related to my revisited nightmares fnaf AU, im sobbing at my own idea

❛ You’re okay. You’ve just been asleep for a few days. ❜

CATCHING FIRE (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — For lack of a better term, Gregory wakes up feeling like shit.

Every inch of his body aches. Limbs feel as if they're made out of lead, heavy and bearing him down into the cushion he's only vaguely aware he's laying on top of. Every breath is conscious, a battle against the weight pressing down on his chest. It's a monumental amount of effort just for him to lift his head, trying to look in the direction of Michael's voice. The movement makes his stomach churn.

Gregory whines in lieu of a real response. It sounds pitiful.

Saying he feels like he was hit by a bus might be an understatement. And not horribly far from the truth of the matter, considering the last thing he remembers — the soft clack of something hitting the dirt behind them, both of them turning and just as quickly Michael pushing him towards the ground and covering him with his own body before the grenade exploded.

The memory momentarily makes Gregory panic ; with some hassle ( the movement almost frantic ), he rolls to face the other direction ( towards where he assumes Michael is ), where he sees a familiar head of dark hair sitting just in front of him.

"What ... happened?"

Voice is scratchy from disuse, and he's squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Windows. He can barely see a flash of blue glancing at him in a mirror. The cushion underneath him. The soft rumble ringing in his ear, shaking his makeshift bed. This is a car .... how'd they get a car?

" ... where?"

They'd been so close — they shouldn't have needed a car. Gregory tries to sit up, rolling his knees up and under his torso, but a wave of nausea overtakes him and he presses his face into the seat with a groan instead. His mind is foggy, bits and pieces missing, faces of people talking to him but he just can't reach out and understand what they had been saying. He just remembers being scared.

....

.... not for himself. He'd been scared for Michael.

"The fireflies, they .... they were there."

( that's who had thrown the grenade. he remembers, the symbol on their uniform ).

"Where —— where're they? .... Where ar'we?"

He gives up on trying to sit up. Instead, flops back down onto the seat, lets himself roll into the corner. Stares at Michael as he drives, his own breathing heavy as he starts to fully come to.

" .... what'd'you mean a few days?"

the question is: