Missed Opportunity To Have Pigment Phasing Through The Jail.

Give the children crossbows.

Maybe later

shoutout to my friend gelato

If Six little nightmare, then y she bby?

These two things are not mutually exclusive :D

Rats are friends, not food

N O M

Mono is just a lil guy. A tiny teeny one. Just little bitty.

Correct

Greggy and Cassie hold hands? (:

Yes :D

They're Just Children - Dance Of The Damned - Is Finished!

Roxanne delved back into the MoNode as she waited for a verdict on the new Mazercise plan from Freddy, he'd been trying to contact the DJ at the time and the girls were already accounted for so it was just a waiting game. Six was crawling over the top of the Candy Shop's chrome counters, there were all sorts of bubbling pots and scattered utensils that clicked and clanged as they rushed through the cooking machines from steamers to large boiler-like tubs. The cabinets above were covered in residues like old caramelized sugar and moldy fruit syrups. Warmers and coolers with empty notches for trays of treats were beneath every counter and beside every oven.

One wall in the corner had some clunky towers of gears for applying wrapping paper to more complexly packaged treats and another had a window out to the expansive city of heavily pouring rain. Other than the end of a sopping wet overhang, she couldn't see anything interesting on the other side through Mono's eyes (which was probably a good thing, knowing what little they did about the kids). Cassie didn't end up here, did she? The loud bubbling of many pots covered the small slaps of their footsteps.

There was a tall stand with multiple cups holding a variety of utensils for them to hide behind as the shop owner followed them into the back room. He looked around with a blank, eyeless face and stomped through the aisles like he'd forgotten he'd been chasing them. Mono and Six ducked behind the towers of equipment as he pulled open drawers and warmers. He set things like sucker sticks, sugar paper, and candy strings around his work space and turned up the heat on some of the vats of molten sugar while Freddy's kids got as good of a look at the kitchen as they could from their cramped kiding spot. They kept elbowing and headbutting each other in the rush to find an escape route without leaning just one fatal inch (from their perspective) that would catch the Cady Man's attention.

In a turn of luck, he appeared pretty hyper-focused on his work.

In a turn of bad luck, the Broadcaster craned his neck in an uncomfortable way that let him see what was being prepared.

Swap Peggle with Warhammer, Little Nightmares, or FNAF lore and theories and you've got my average writing experience.

I want that executive function. where is the executive function

Small update

The next They're Just Children isn't going to be ready for this Friday, just one more week without a new chapter between other WIPs on other accounts and tax season lol