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The air in the laundry tunnels was thick with the smell of industrial detergent and stagnant dampness. Gregory’s breath came in ragged, shallow hitches, sounding like thunder in the cramped space behind the plastic bins. He pressed his back against the cold concrete wall, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.

"Caught you," she said softly, reaching out a gloved hand. "Now, let's go. We have a lot to talk about… and not much time before the lights go out for good." Sweet_Darling_Vanessa-catches-you---FNAF-SB.mp4

"I’m getting tired of playing hide and seek, Gregory," she whispered, and this time, the "sweetness" was gone. The flashlight beam suddenly snapped directly onto his hiding spot. The air in the laundry tunnels was thick

"Gregory… I know you’re here," a voice called out. It wasn't the mechanical, screeching tone of Roxy or the glitchy franticness of Chica. It was calm. Level. Almost sweet. "It’s past closing time. You’re going to get us both in a lot of trouble." "Caught you," she said softly, reaching out a gloved hand

As she led him toward the elevators, Gregory looked up at her face. For a split second, the flickering neon lights overhead made her eyes flash a brilliant, unnatural purple—and he realized that the "Sweet Vanessa" he was walking with wasn't the only person hiding behind that smile.