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Alana, just like the others, was in a complete resting position whilst standing in the shadows. Her mind may have been completely brainwashed, but she still had a sense of wonder in her. What were they doing? Why were they going inside here? The female let out a sigh, it was an inaudible sigh that meant nothing, because her mind was clouded and there was honestly nothing she could properly think about at the moment. Whatever it was, they needed to make sure they did not get into the lab, or better, she hoped they'd be able to get them out of here as soon as possible.
We need to get to the toy cellar. The boy's words echoed through the entire hallway, or perhaps through the entire building even. No, they were not. All Alana could feel right now was worry as she watched the shadows of two figures in the hallway close to the show stage room. She wanted to speak with the other animatronics, they needed to come up with a plan of action, but unfortunately none of them were able to understand each other in this state. Alana moved her head slightly, hoping the squeaking sound wasn't too loud to look at the other animatronics that were in the room, all in their resting position. Her suit showed no emotion, but the female was panicking deep inside. They could not let this boy be heartbroken by the truth. [/fancypost]
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