Colorless, Gregory thought to himself.

While he could not see the outside world through Freddy's stomach hatch, the Vazbear watch was connected to Freddy's eyes.

Whatever Freddy saw, Gregory could see too, but nothing was worth seeing,

as everything was devoid of color. Gray bricks, gray stairs, and gray railings.

Once they went through the backroom doors, Ferdy was immediately met with a descending staircase,

one that would meet a platform, and then continue

downwards in the opposite direction.

In comparison to the bright and colorful rock star row, the stairwell was devoid of all bright

hues and fun patterns, unless you count the cracks in concrete walls, a form of artistry.

When they reached the fourth platform, Gregory could hear the sound of metallic skittering,

like a rat with robotic limbs scurrying on the ground.

He looked through his Faswant to identify the origin of the noise.

The feed was somewhat blurry, but he could have sworn he saw some kind of movement

ahead of the railings

on the platform that prevented people from falling three stories.

It looked humanoid, crawling on the walls before jerking downwards to wherever the stairs

ended.

If Ferdy had noticed it, he didn't convey it in any way. Gregory crept on to a small part of Freddy's

inner metal workings. Looking through the fast watch, as Freddy continued to go downstairs,

he caught a glimpse of a figure alone in an off-shooth hallway. He was barricaded in by an iron-locked

fence and appeared to be sweeping the area in solitude. Gregory raised

an eyebrow and tried to look at his watch closer, but Freddy was already down another set of

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