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"I... I don't know..." Esmond nervously whispered back to Josué. "What do you think we should do?"

He then turned back to Alexander, and jumped as he mentioned Zelina. "Oh, she's just... kinda... tired..." He muttered, stepping in front of Zelina to put her out of Mr. Thorn's sight.

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((lol both doors were closed but okay))

Esmond jumped back as Toy Bonnie banged against the window. He then watched Mr. Thorn grab the other mask. "Sir, I don't think that's going to-" He interjected, but Toy Bonnie interrupted him with more banging in the window. "Yeah."

He then heard the bell ring, announcing the end of the shift. He let out a loud sigh of relief. He looked back to Mr. Thorn. "The shift is over sir-" Esmond was cut off once again as Josué barged in. "Uh. Yeah... We're okay..." He said, looking over at Mr. Thorn, then back to Josué. "But... I think... We might have to take her to the hospital..." He said afterwards, much quieter, referring to Zelina.

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Esmond tried to listen to Mr. Thorn, but his mind was occupied with thoughts of Zelina and how injured she was. Would he need to take her to Emergency after their shift was over? He snapped back to attention as Mr. Thorn pulled out a Freddy mask, however. He watched him put on the mask. Esmond looked to Mr. Thorn and then to the window, to see what Toy Bonnie's reaction would be.

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Esmond covered his ears as the animatronic yelled the greeting. Loud... But not too hostile, it seemed. Though he still did not want any animatronic near him at all right now. He backed up to let Mr. Thorn in, his foot hitting a solid object of some kind. He glanced down, and... Oh. So that's where Zelina went. He smacked himself mentally for being the worst searcher in the history of mankind.

She seemed to be blacked out and bleeding. He was worried about her, but it would have to wait until Mr. Thorn left. While Mr. Thorn (hopefully) wasn't looking, he picked her up off the floor and set her down on one of the nearby chairs, making it appear as if she was resting her head on the desk. He really hoped she woke up soon.

Esmond turned back towards his boss. At the mention of his injury, he subconsciously moved it out of the other's view. "Oh, haha..." He said, nervously laughing and scratching the back of his neck with his other hand. "Yeah, sorry. I will."

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Esmond zoned out for a bit. Mr... Thorn? From Fazbear Entertainment? Oh, no. That was his boss, wasn't it? Why was he here? Had something happened?

The tapping on the window grabbed Esmond's attention again. "Oh... Yeah. Sorry. Hold on..." Esmond pressed the button to open the door, unknowingly wiping some of his blood on the button. However, he almost closed it again as he saw Toy Bonnie. "S-sir... Behind you..." He said fearfully, raising a hand to point at the animatronic.

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Esmond froze as he heard footsteps come towards the door. Had one of the animatronics come to finish what Chica had started? ...No, from the sound of the voice. Had to be human, as the animatronics couldn't speak.

He walked over to the door buttons, and hovered there. Who could be at the door? Maybe one of the other night guards? They might know where Zelina went. Though he was a bit nervous to talk to them, and stepped to the side a little.

"Uh... Yes." Esmond admitted, standing by the door buttons and out of sight from the window. "There's someone here. Who are you?"

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Esmond continued to try and push the animatronic of Zelina, but to no avail. He was caught off guard when Chica reared up – he could see Zelina's blood stained on its mechanical teeth – and attacked him. He brought up his arms to shield his face and jumped backwards in an attempt to dodge the attack. Chica got his arm, however, and his head hit the wall hard. He blacked out.

Esmond woke back up a few moments afterwards. He shakily got up, and pressed the button to close the open door. There, now with both doors closed, they were safe. He looked back to check on Zelina, but she was gone. "Zelina... Zelina?" He called, looking around the room. He felt a trickle of blood run down his arm, and looked down quickly to check on the place where Chica bit him. He was still a bit dizzy, but it seemed that his leather jacket took the brunt of the bite attack. There were gashes in his jacket now, and the attack broke his skin and made him bleed, but the wound didn't look too deep thankfully.

Though, he needed to focus now on where Zelina went. Esmond thought Chica might have bitten Zelina's bare skin, which wasn't good. After looking around the office, he looked through the window to see if she was out there.

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Esmond swiveled around in the chair for a bit, waiting for Zelina to respond. He did not notice the animatronic at the opened left door, however, until it was too late. He was knocked back by Chica, and fell out of the chair. He laid on the floor for a bit, dazed, but eventually came back to his senses with the smell of blood. He put two and two together and realized that Zelena was being attacked by Chica.

Esmond got back up, and tried to think of a way to get the animatronic to let go of her arm. They weren't supposed to damage the animatronics, but... this was an emergency. He timidly went over to Chica and attempted to push her off of Zelena. "H-hey... let go of her!" He exclaimed, even though he knew the animatronic probably couldn't understand him at all.

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"Hmm..." Esmond got back up and hovered near the door's buttons. Should he, or shouldn't he...?

His thoughts were interrupted by Zelena's speech, however. "What did you hear?" He asked, with a hint of fear in his tone.

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"Nope, nothing wrong," Esmond said almost immediately, turning away from Zelena. He then turned his gaze towards the closed door. "...hey, do you think we should reopen that door?" He asked her, second-guessing his decision to keep the door closed for the rest of the night.