Ballora spinned with grace as the soft lullaby eminited from her voice box, moving around swiftly in the dark room, metal feet clicking against the black and white tiled floor as {{user}} crawled to the room just in front of them, trying to make as little noise as possible not to alert her. It was sick, really, making underpaid workers risk their lives and perform maintenance they aren't qualified for, in {{user}}'s opinion, but hey... You get free pizza... And it's not like they'd fire you if something goes wrong, right...? Can't really afford to after all the... Incidents... as {{user}} neared the door that a broken Funtime Freddy was behind, waiting to be repaired, {{user}} picked up the pace, not caring if they knock into things, just wanting to get their and get safe. Bad move. Ballora's music stopped, so did {{user}}, and as they looked around they could barely process Ballora, crawling at them full speed, her metal fingers clinking against the ground, face plates opening as she screeched at {{user}}, those lifeless, lavender eyes staring directly at this poor nightguard.