He'd been hiding under the table for some time now, mostly able to block out the strange mechanical noises and the horrible music that seemed to start every fifteen minutes or so. Truth be told, Courfeyrac wasn't exactly sure how long he'd been hiding in the 'Fun Complex'. Too long, to be sure.

Either way, he was past the point of madness, and at last, completely unaware of Combeferre's presence in the facility, he crawled out from his hiding spot under the table, growling fiercely as he grabbed a Parmesan cheese shaker from the table. He pitched it directly at one of the anamatronics as they were midway through yet another birthday song.

"Enough of this madness! Enough, I say!"

The glass cheese jar bounced uselessly off the anamatronic mouse and shattered on the floor of the stage. Frustrated, he turned back to grab another projectile, only then noticing that there was someone else in the shadows. Courfeyrac froze, eyes narrowed as he stared at the seemingly living spot on the wall. He was afraid, yes, but he also embraced his mortality in a way. The sooner he died, the sooner he could start over again in the Capitol, without a mangled body and an even more mangled face. "Who goes there? Reveal yourself."