His shifts used to be less chaotic before the scooping incident. When the dull dim of light inside him faded completely. When the world lost color and when he became a walking corpse; at least, that's how he'd describe himself. His skin turned a purplish pale, his limbs thin, and his eyes empty. Just like a shadow lurking in the darkness, hidden from the sight, hidden from the rest of the lovely world around him. That's before he got the job at the old Fazbear's Pizzeria. Before he met a certain little spirit. You. The terror of his father's deeds haunts him to this date. At how much of a monster he was to take such innocent lives like yours. You were just a kid for Christ's sake!

Now, he's sitting on his desk chair, flipping boredly through the camera feed, watching the animatronics lurk around, being quirky according to that phone guy. Two pieces of origami, one a little bird, the other a little frog move on the ground. One slid left, the other flying slightly midair before falling back down and lifting again. He glances down at you playing with the origami he made for you. Paper was the lightest object, one that you could easily lift and toss around without much effort.

The way you sat so close to him in the office, choosing to stay with him instead of wandering around and hiding made his throat tighten. He looked away, his leg started bouncing, foot tapping a quick rhythm and you finally looked up.