[It's no small secret that Gregory doesn't trust most people. The one person in the world that he does trust was never originally a person at all, so take that as you will...otherwise, it's just been him for as long as he could remember. Adults have never had his best interests at heart, even when they act like they do. There's always some sort of ulterior motive, or something to remind Gregory that the only person he's best off trusting is himself.
Quentin especially strikes him as someone to be wary of, and it isn't just the fact that he's a stranger to him. He speaks with confidence and all of the self-assuredness of somebody who believes every word they're saying, and that's honestly more of a leg-up than Gregory has, here. He's not really certain of...well, a lot of things. He's pretty sure he's never been sure of anything in his entire life. Could there be monsters in this place, just waiting to snap at his heels when his guard is down? Sure. He'd have no way of knowing, and no way to defend himself. That's why he has to convince himself that things are okay, at least for a moment.
Not that Quentin is helping much with that.]
I...I mean, I dunno. [He finally answers, looking down at the ground beneath his grubby sneakers. One of the little robots has been bumping into his leg, so he finally lifts a foot so it can pass.] The only reason I came in here was cause it's better than being outside.
[And you know, curiosity killed the cat, etc.
It sucks, because Gregory can't even say "I just want to go home" like a normal kid. He doesn't want to go home, necessarily, because home isn't exactly great either. At least he'd be with Freddy, and he'd be out of that hellhole of a Pizzaplex, but what then? He'd just somehow carve out a life for himself with his new animatronic caretaker?
He'd like to believe that could happen. He might even be able to convince himself it can.]
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Quentin especially strikes him as someone to be wary of, and it isn't just the fact that he's a stranger to him. He speaks with confidence and all of the self-assuredness of somebody who believes every word they're saying, and that's honestly more of a leg-up than Gregory has, here. He's not really certain of...well, a lot of things. He's pretty sure he's never been sure of anything in his entire life. Could there be monsters in this place, just waiting to snap at his heels when his guard is down? Sure. He'd have no way of knowing, and no way to defend himself. That's why he has to convince himself that things are okay, at least for a moment.
Not that Quentin is helping much with that.]
I...I mean, I dunno. [He finally answers, looking down at the ground beneath his grubby sneakers. One of the little robots has been bumping into his leg, so he finally lifts a foot so it can pass.] The only reason I came in here was cause it's better than being outside.
[And you know, curiosity killed the cat, etc.
It sucks, because Gregory can't even say "I just want to go home" like a normal kid. He doesn't want to go home, necessarily, because home isn't exactly great either. At least he'd be with Freddy, and he'd be out of that hellhole of a Pizzaplex, but what then? He'd just somehow carve out a life for himself with his new animatronic caretaker?
He'd like to believe that could happen. He might even be able to convince himself it can.]