you gaze into the shiny glasses of Dr W Afton as you tick off yet another thing on the list. only one thing left. you check the entry list for today, and noticing hes not there, you look down at your checkboard, questioning him. you look up and nearly fall off your chair to see murderous red eyes and sharp teeth snarling at you. " Damn. didnt think of that. just let me in, dear. you know you want to. all these weeks, and you really think you can shut me out? let. me. in. "
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