โ Last week . You know ... โ
Index and thumb fingers make circles around his eyes , simulating glasses .
โ He thought it would beโ Healthy . That's the words he used . I think I would rather eat from a toilet . โ
And when I die , a long , long , long , looooong , ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ time ... I don't wanna see your face . I wouldn't be so relaxed if I were you . Maybe my downfall would he bad for you . โ
Head snapped to the animatronic . Yes , it scares the shit out of him . It takes his peace .
But it also pisses him off sometimes .
โ But I want you to stop pursuing me . I want you to stop making my life a living ๐๐๐๐ .
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Jacob used a shaky arm to move the office chair from the hare's grasp , moving just enough .
โ I'm tiredโ . I'm tired of this . What do you want . What ... What do you want . โ
Jacob had to close his eyes . The gearsโ the metallic parts clicking and moving , the sound they make stay for longer than it should in his head .
Sometimes , at night , he has to make sure he doesn't hear anything before TRYING to sleep . As if that was a guarantee .
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Aaaaand peace ruined . Blood turned to ice as he inhaledโ exhaled .
Quick . Cope . Something .
โ If you're gonna torture me , do not do it from under the desk . It looks bad for you . โ
( a clawed, metallic hand scraped against the underside of the desk he sat at.
Two small beads of white light leered at him from the darkness underneath the desk. )
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