After the events of last night, it is safe to say that Claudette has no appetite. Or so she thinks, she is fairly certain that the growl of her stomach is just another trick of the mind that the Entity has conjured up, along with the memories of the night before, and of her current surroundings.
It's why she walks through the forest, searching for an old tree or a trail of shrubbery, some kind of landmark to bring her back to the campfire, to her friends. Hell, she'll even take Mr. Springtrap at this point and his creepy security rooms. In the end, she doesn't find the comforting warmth of a bonfire, but rather a spooky lake and what appears to be a functioning ferry, not like a certain decrepit boat in a certain bayou.
There's a man that sits close by, and she assumes he is the ferryman. Naturally. No one else is around... She approaches him cautiously, lest the ferry leaves without her because she cut this poor man's break short.
"Hi. Sorry to disturb you on while you're, um, on your break? Do you know what time you'll be leaving, approximately, and –" Claudette gestures at that mirror thing looming in the distance. "What is that?"
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It's why she walks through the forest, searching for an old tree or a trail of shrubbery, some kind of landmark to bring her back to the campfire, to her friends. Hell, she'll even take Mr. Springtrap at this point and his creepy security rooms. In the end, she doesn't find the comforting warmth of a bonfire, but rather a spooky lake and what appears to be a functioning ferry, not like a certain decrepit boat in a certain bayou.
There's a man that sits close by, and she assumes he is the ferryman. Naturally. No one else is around... She approaches him cautiously, lest the ferry leaves without her because she cut this poor man's break short.
"Hi. Sorry to disturb you on while you're, um, on your break? Do you know what time you'll be leaving, approximately, and –" Claudette gestures at that mirror thing looming in the distance. "What is that?"