Random Scenarios from the darkest parts of my head { 2021 - 2022 }

{ 12 - Chica meeting the pooPet be like }

It was obvious she didn't trust this new presence this abruptly, so ... those words didn't exactly work, and only forced her to flinch a little more. New place, getting cornered by a new animatronic you know nothing about already, this was surely not the way the chicken had wanted this to turn out.

Not receiving the satisfaction the slender ... well, it wouldn't be wrong if we just call it a female now, as ... that was exactly what she was ... Anyway, the satisfaction of trust she'd expected from the old animatronic not being earned, she didn't show signs of frustration, and simply eyed the other, then the poster behind her, before politely speaking up again. ❝I'm not one of them,❞

❝What non-onsense ...❞ Spat the yellow mascot, fiNally, her tone, though derisive, yet still held a mild tremor ... Bird was terrified, oKay- How would you react if some random hobO decided to show up without your knowledge? ❝You're not on-one of the-them. We've neve-ver seen you. Then, ar-are you a—❞ She scoffed quietly, there being no change in her stance— ❝Ghost?❞

❝No,❞ was the reply, the other not at all affected by her distress, at least not in a bad way. Her ... hanD was reached out again, as it managed to remain upon the chicken's shoulder this time. Chica, despite having attempted at flinching away again, felt like, she couldn't ... heh ... intimidation, without knowledge.

Something ... something was peculiar about that contact ...

Really, for a few seconds, she just stared to the latter with utter fright. However, that sense then, seemed to gradually dissipate ... Was it a good sign, or a bad one¿ She couldn't process that, as her more, panicked systems were just ... Suddenly forced to a calm, making her terrified stare flicker to a ... dumbfounded one.

The slender animatronic only had her permanent smile plastered across her face during that time, but, her white pinpricks had "safe" written all over them, and ... she was unable to tell why.

Some questions, are left unanswered, no matter how many times we try to find an explanation ... She eventually grew the courage to question the other, tilting her head a little just before that. ❝Ho-how did you do that?❞

The same stare was the response. A completely indirect verbal reply coming, ❝I'm the Marionette. Would you like to introduce yourself now?❞

Huh ... Guess she didn't want to talk about her ... abilities ...

A blink-significant flicker emitted from her eyes, she moved her jaws to repeat her question instead, only for Marionette to interrupt her right that moment. ❝Chica, is it?❞

That caused her to drop her query, as another piled up upon it ...

How'd she know her name¿

I mean, it would be obvious with her minor similarity towards her replacement, but still, was it that easy to figure? I can only say ... yes.

❝How-w, do you know?❞

A soft chuckle in reply, the other just gave a, ❝Wouldn't you expect someone who's seen you from the start to know?❞

Un-processable ... She just stupidly stared at the mascot. She'd never seen her in her entire life, even at their previous establishment. How was the other able to see her then?

Possibly making things up there, aren't we, Marionette?

The thin-black female, instead of replying verbally, motioned for her to follow, in a manner only the chicken and the rest of the band knew. That elevated the confusion. How would a new mascot know all of tHis¿

Well, before we go too deep into the bird's mental crisis of processing whY, let's just continue on to what happened next-

More out of a curious feeling, the decommissioned female followed after this strange animatronic, just merely pausing when she noticed the latter hover off towards the Main Hall, though that stop was ephemeral, and right the next second, she'd set off after her again.

On their way, she avoided any sort of glance towards the newer animatronics on stage, the rising feeling of envy and spite yet still just, making her want to hold back her restraint, and outright tear each and every of those apart. That, however, died down once she was led to a room beside the stage.

Only just adjusting to the darker surround, it took a swift turn of her arm to cover her optics once the lights to the room were switched on. When she'd shifted that again, she found herself exposed to ... old boxes, and posters of that place. However ... that wasn't the entirety of that room, as ... in one corner, lied the boxes from their location ... How'd she know? The glimpse of the small posters tucked behind them seemed to plainly prove that point. It took her to a ride of memory, as she simply went over to those, placed her wrist atop one box. There was familiarism within those boxes. The whole of her, could feel it.

Before that trance-like state prompted her to open that box, she was pulled out of it by the Marionette's voice.

❝Come here ...❞ ...

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