Chapter 8||Well?||

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Dusks POV

The animatronic stood there seems to be taken in everything that just happened.

"Go to hell" he said with a slight hesitation in his voicebox.

"Nope I can't Satan has a restraining order against me" I rolled my eyes lazily checking the Cam's.

I hummed a song yawning in between time to time. His overgrown foot faded down the hallway.

I spun in my chair. I grabbed the piece of paper that was once in my breast and looked over it.

The note reminded me of Mr.Noah, I sighed in frustration, I just hope he's alright, but I mean of course he is but still, I hope He's getting better, he is a kind man even though we just met not even more than a day.

But whatever he's in helping hands so he should be jolly.

I might make a renewed book of this because I'm not feeling the pic of this cover nor the book and I hope you like this and let me know what you think about this book and if I should start this book over with a new book😁

🎶Ohhhh I wanna dance with some bodaye!🎶

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