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[WillowLuman]

"Uh, m... ...I hate to interrupt, but someone should check the North hall."

"Press the button, then. Jeez, I don't see why you keep waiting on each other for that, it's only a life-or-death situation and you all have hands."

Drugged up Iton attempt to turniquet the tail and [17] flawlessly tightens the short onto the wound and stops the bleeding and it is minimally painful.

HugoLuman grits his teeth, more from the weirdness of the situation than the pain. He was somewhat relieved as he slowly began to lose feeling in the stump: on one hand, it felt like a good chunk of his spine was missing, but on the other hand the sensation of having it has been weirding him out considerably since the curse took hold.

((Hopefully there aren't any cameras that allow the bots to stare directly at the viewer from two feet away.))

SB somehow figures out the panel and checks the north hall.

[Power 5/5]
Turning the cameras back on, which shows the error screen on the monitor, he presses the button for the North Hall and brings up the camera feed. He barely catches the Safetybot walking out of frame into the arcade, past something else: the Giraffe is craning its neck around the corner into the hallway, staring directly into the camera. Presumably this was who the safety bot was greeting.

The accordion song coming from across the building is growing yet more out of tune.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Put the camera on the raccoon before it flips out. My friends talked nonstop about that five nights at Freddy's and there was one that didn't move as long as the camera looked at it enough, not too much but when it didn't get enough or got to much camera time it filled out and murdered the player

[SOLDIER First]

"FUCKING.
Okay, um. Bad news, the giraffe is saying hi.
Worse news, he's doing it from around a corner. That is creepy as shit, Melman, stop.
Yeah, I'll switch over to ol' Sly."

He does.

[technicallyAdventurer]

"So, you think Rocco— The raccoon, is like Foxy?"

((SB, stop nicknaming them. I'm getting the urge to give them cute little pet names now.

[SOLDIER First]

"Foxy what?"

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Foxy from the game. And it might be considering that when we looked at it it began playing it's a ordain thingy then we looked away and it starts playing out of tune progressively. Maybe it's getting mad.

[SOLDIER First]

"Wait, that Five Nights at whatever the hell was a game..?
Oh, right, time travel bullfuckery. Of course."

[WillowLuman]

As the racoon comes up on screen again, it becomes apparent that the bad notes were caused by the character randomly spasming while playing, but as soon as the camera returns to it, the jitters stop and it begins playing in-tune again.

HugoLuman resettles with the tourniquet, remaining curled up in the slightly cramped footwell of the desk, and looks up at Tech. "Boss says you should try petting the cats, says they're doing wonders for his psyche."
Exaggerating a bit, but they do help a surprising amount.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

The brain dead cat begins stumbling towards Iton who is sitting/leaning against the wall

[technicallyAdventurer]

"Foxy was practically an instant game over, once he left his place. He rushed you, and it was terrifying if you were fast enough to catch him running down the hall. Of course, it was kind of hard to, seeing as he would be from Pirate's Cove to your door in two seconds flat." She explained, a small smile on her lips; she raised her head to look at SB, opening her mouth to speak. "You make so many jokes about 'fucking the fox', and..." She continued, her smile fading. "Used to make, that is. Will make. Time shenanigans."

HugoLuman resettles with the tourniquet, remaining curled up in the slightly cramped footwell of the desk, and looks up at Tech. "Boss says you should try petting the cats, says they're doing wonders for his psyche."
Exaggerating a bit, but they do help a surprising amount.

Tech shakes her head, visibly disheartened as her gaze falls back to the room's flooring.

[SOLDIER First]

"There we go. Conquered that stupid--"

SB turns to look at Tech, then at everyone else.

"Hugo, is there any more room under that desk?"

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman looks a bit cramped under there, though that's partly because of his size. There might be room enough for someone as small as SB to squeeze in.

The racoon, still staring into the camera as it plays, seems to come to the end of its song, and does a bow before returning to standing motionless.

There comes the sound of a disturbance nearby, a metallic scraping noise, though it's hard to tell from where exactly by the sound of it. Could be the North hallway again (as Crematio sees nothing in the South one but the Knight still standing there), or perhaps the Climate Control room.

[SOLDIER First]

SB squeezes underneath the desk, giving Hugo as much room as possible under the circumstances.

_{"I'm hiding under here because my alternate-universe-future/current self is embarrassing me and he doesn't exist yet, technically."}

[WillowLuman]

(The remaining cat would be displaced by this.)

HugoLuman is uncomfortable with this on a number of levels, being further squished not the least of which, but given the circumstances, he figures SB might also be scared of killer robots, and so is willing to put up with it.

The clanking and banging continues from nearby.

[technicallyAdventurer]

Tech reluctantly approaches the panel, staring at the raccoon for a moment or two. She tentatively presses a few buttons, and after several failed attempts, she manages to get the North hallway onto the screen.

The kitten mewls in response to getting pushed from under the table, getting up, and curling up in SB's lap.