Quoted By:
You still have the metaphorical crap kicked out of you, but it's going to be a hot few hours before you'd be anything close to fully functional. Especially if the Rainbow Thing was being truthful about its 'Gift' lowering your durability.
You move to the Restroom, the blood sopping into what's left of your shoes to take a look in the Mirror. Some of the skin has regrown over your face, but otherwise some pretty massive patches are missing. Your uniform is almost entirely red and dripping.
>”Sir, you’re already a mess, you may not want to walk around in there?”
<statement>It’s a bit too late to worry about cleanliness.
>”Ha... I take offense to that.”
<statement>You’ve done amazing given what you had to work with. Damn thing was a blood balloon...
>”If it made sense biologically, Fazbear Corporate wouldn’t have set this location here-
Realizing she was inadvertently badmouthing her creators, she quickly added-
>”-if it didn’t have the capacity for public interest! They measured the risks...”
<statement>-And we’re sure it’s all in the mountains of paperwork we signed, hidden between the lines. Still scummy.
JJ is caught in the usual web of wanting to speak up, but various dampers prevent her from doing so. You aren’t sure if speaking out for her is doing good or bad, so you drop the subject.
<statement>This amount of mess is worrying enough to possibly prevent opening today. We’ll assist.
>”Are you sure? You’re still majorly damaged...”
<statement>The Pizzeria is an extension of ourselves, its success determines our success. Literally.
You gesture to the various holes and openings where the Wood creatures could climb inside.
JJ nods, understanding the point as you get another mop and bucket, and spend the last Hour filling the sink over and over with blood and bits of gore.
