Sorry Gregory's A Bit Of A Hyper Independent Brat - Tumblr Posts

★ — Corners of his lips tug upwards in a small, half - hearted smile ; one Gregory doesn't bother to try and bite down, whether it be for lack of realizing he's smiling at all or for being too tired to try and keep himself from showing too much.

A breath that might be a laugh pushes past his lips, and he nods in agreement. He's not exactly sure where this junkyard is ( or if they'll be able to slip inside without technically trespassing ), but surely the rabbit's internal map wouldn't be wrong.

It's nice, having Bonnie around. Not that Freddy isn't great, because he is — but Freddy can also feel overbearing, like he's scrutinizing Gregory, looking for any little sign that the younger boy might not be as okay as he pretends to be. Bonnie, he's slowly realizing, won't dig the way Freddy seems to barely hold himself back from.

Surprised blink as the animatronic kneels down — hesitating a bit. A flash of independence in his eyes.

"M'not some little kid you've gotta keep an eye on — I can look after myself. And s'not like we're doing anything super dangerous. I'm fine."

continued from here // @braveburned .

'really?', is all gregory says at first, causing bonnie to chuckle, as he leans on the doorway with crossed arms, " now, would i lie ta' ya', little buddy? c'mon, what'cha say? " 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ it'd been a little while since he'd been found in the depths of bonnie -bowl, not quite dead, not quite alive. unable to even claw at inside of his makeshift coffin, knocking, to say: i'm still here! a silent scream, no one else could hear. that is, until he was finally found, pulled out of the ruble, and eventually fixed up, life breathed into him and begun anew. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ while he didn't see everything that gregory saw that night, he could definitely understand not having the words to describe such things. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ i mean, hell, bonnie himself didn't know how to express his own phantom pains, the ghosts that haunted him, how in the world could he expect a child too? so, for now, they'll express it a different way, (maybe this isn't an entirely unselfish act, it'd probably do himself some good, as well.) 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 'yeah, okay, let's go smash stuff.', bonnie gives a gesture: hand-horns, and, " r, r, rock on! sounds like'a plan to me. " a snort, he pushes off the doorframe, hands settling his hips, " there's a little 'ol junkyard near here, according ta' my mapping system, and all. why don't we go look there? " 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ a beat, a sudden realization, " ...h, h, here, you can ride on my shoulders, if ya' want. don't wanna lose ya'. " he says, kneeling down carefully, giving the child a nod and smile. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎