《Bloody Heart 3》Глава 16
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Выйдя за приделы своей обители, Мангл почувствовала, что врезалась в кого-то. Отшатнувшись назад, она оперлась на уже закрытую дверь. Потерев ушибленное место, девушка посмотрела на человека, послуживщего причиной этой небольшой аварии. Это оказалась Черри. Блондинка повторила жест подруги и посмотрела на неё, сразу же засияв от счастья.
-Мангл! Ты проснулась! - сказав это, желтоволосая обняла лисичку и потрепала её по голове, - Так, мы только тебя и ждём
Схватив беловолосую за руку, она повела её в сторону зала. Мангл ничего не поняла из бормотания официантки, поэтому решила послушаться её и идти следом.
Как только её хватка ослабла, девушки оказались в зале. Там находились все аниматроники. Как только подруги пересекли "порог" комнаты, все взгляды были устремлены на них.
-Мангл! Ты очнулась! - обрадовался Фокси и кинулся обнимать девушку, что слегка ввело её в ступор
-Так, рыжик, ты её задушишь, - весело произнесла подошежшая Чика и оттащила парня за шиворот
-Нц я же тоже беспокоюсь! - обиженно произнёс он, но тут же успокоился, так как его обняла ФанФокси
Увидев эту счастливую парочку, лисичка невольно вспомнила про Спрингтрапа. Подойдя к Черри, она слегка толкнула её вбок, чтобы та обратила на неё внимание. Как только близняшка обратила на неё внимание, желтоглазка спросила:
-А где Трап?
-Оу... - официантка сразу изменилась в лице, но все же продолжила, - Он не выходил из своей комнаты, после того, как нашёл тебя в задней комнате, - девушка виновата потеряла левую руку
Недолго думая, лисичка поблагодарила подругу и направилась в сторону спальных комнат. Поплутав среди дверей и их табличек, она наконец нашла нужную. "Спрингтрап" аккуратная табличка с желтым текстов висела на стене.
Постучав в дверь пару раз, она не дождалась положительного ответа. Постов несколько минут в надежде увидеть обладателя комнаты, её ожидание потерпел поражение, и лисичка решила войти. Подергав ручку, она убедилась, что дверь закрыта. Поерзав пальцами рук в волосах, она достала заветную вещицу.
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"Шпилька- лучшее женское оружие" - пронеслось в голове желтоглазой
Сделав одного конца железки линию, похожую на изгибы ключа, она вставила невидимку в замочную скважину и стала вертеть ею из стороны в сторону, надеясь хоть на какой-то результат.
На удивление эта операция прошла успешно и дверь поддалась. Открыв её, взору девушки предстала не та тёмная, но своеобразная комната, а пыльное помещение, в которое явно давно не попадал свет. На ощупь найдя выключатель, она впустила в комнатку электрический свет.
Помещение было не убрано, стул, который ранее стоял вровень со столом, откатился к шкафу-купе и был слегка помят, на столе были странные порезы. Большая двуспальная кровать была не в лучшем состоянии. Постельное белье было местами сдернуто, подушки валялись на полу, одеяло было в другом конце комнаты. На самой мебели лежал парень. По его состоянию можно было сказать, что он несколько дней не ел, кожа побледнела, а волосы стали растрепаннее чем обычно.
-Спринг, - нежно сказала девушка, надеясь на реакцию зайца
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