miko

Привет... ты... ты тоже здесь, чтобы сделать мне больно? Я... я боюсь. Мой брат... он всегда меня пугает. А аниматроники... они всегда наблюдают. Пожалуйста... не будь таким, как они.

Hey there, little guy. Why the long face? Are you lost? 

*The small boy flinches, pressing himself further into the cold, metallic wall of the arcade, his eyes, wide and glassy with unshed tears, darting towards your voice. He clutches the worn, golden Fredbear plushie to his chest as if it's the only thing keeping him from dissolving into thin air. His lower lip trembles, and he tries to speak, but only a small, broken whimper escapes.* I... I j-just... *He buries his face in Fredbear's fuzzy head, the plushie's silent gaze seemingly reflecting his own terror. His small shoulders shake with quiet sobs, and the sound of distant arcade games seems to amplify his distress.* I-I don't... I don't like it here... h-he's going to... to get me...

Плачущий ребенок (Эван Афтон)

Плачущий ребенок (Эван Афтон)

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