Shaking Gregory STOP BEING MEAN TO HER ..... - Tumblr Posts

★ — Gregory's mind is buzzing. Heart is pounding against his ribcage, the beat heavy and fast and loud, loud enough for him to hear every thud despite the way his ears seem to be ringing. His breathing is becoming a bit shallower, a little shaky if one were to pay close enough attention. He's not thinking clearly — panic overtaking any rational thought the kid might have had.

It's that very panic thats pushing him to lash out ; if she's going to be angry, he's going to be angry first. Give his guardian something to be angry about.

( maybe then she'll see he isn't worth it, just like every guardian before her had ).

It's not fair to her. Gregory doesn't know much about the night guard beyond his single night in the confines of the pizzaplex, but he is observant. He sees the way she's barely holding herself together. He knows there must be a reason they're here, in this extended stay hotel instead of her own home. ( she must have had a home before, right? ). Vanessa is falling apart, and yet still doing her best to ensure he's taken care of. She even let him keep Freddy with them.

As she stands, takes a step closer, Gregory takes an equal step away — his gaze flickering quickly towards the animatronic bear head currently in sleep mode, oblivious to the confrontation taking place. A sense of security. Fear flashes in his eyes. It only lasts a moment, before he steels his expression into cold stubbornness once more.

( it's not vanny he's scared of this time, but rather what experience has taught him to fear ).

"Whatever," ( a huff, curling in on himself ). "I know you could've turned me in and you didn't, but — you're not my mom. You don't have to pretend to be one. I can take care of myself. We both know you don't wanna be doing this, anyways." ( speaking on assumptions ).

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 of the small suite she'd been able to book for them. their time there wasn't going to be long, though she wanted them to stay there for at least a little while. being responsible for the kid has been - stressful, to say the least. especially since he was so stand-offish. truly, she did notice he wasn't around. when she would open her eyes, & see he was in bed, she would be able to sleep again. or, at least what she could find when it came to rest. though, it's all been too much tonight. the quiet, the loneliness, the stress [...] the fact that gregory had been gone.

it's clear she's been crying, with pink waterlines & puffy eyes. her cuticles are bleeding, her hair pulled back to reveal the heat in her face. knees drawn to her chest. she hadn't even bothered lying down tonight. & freddy was in his charging port for the time being.

her head had been in her knees, when she heard the latch click open. her lips parted as she looks up at gregory. meeting his gaze with big, green eyes. it's not that she didn't care, she just [...]

what if he hates me? he has every right.

his posture changes & she can feel it in her chest. the anxiety. oh no, he does hate her. is she trying too hard? her lips close, brows screwing & teeth grinding. eyes flickering, as her legs slowly move to touch feet to floor.

her lips are swollen from being bitten. with afton gone she hasn't eaten more notable than water, & toast. she's falling apart, somehow more-so than before.

she stands up, picking at her nails again. using two hands, with her sweater sleeve covering her hand. it's still her security windbreaker. cheek still flexing, in her tireless pressing of pearly teeth.

"no -- freddy's sleeping." she looks over. that's what she calls it, anyway. "& i -- wasn't." she admitted.

"but you.." she pauses. shaking her head. "i don't want you to be stuck anywhere, gregory. i just.." [...] she shakes her head, looking down & opening her lips. her head aches -- tension to blame. "look, i'm sorry, okay? --" i just want to make sure you're alright.