˚ ༘₊· FNaF 2 minigames (1) ˚ ༘₊
So, like, my brain was working all of a sudden, and I decided to write ... this.
There will be more; next starring Foxy.
I'm sure you're aware of how this minigame goes. I tried my best for the whole mention of taking cake to children and all, but since this is a story, it might not be fuLly like one would expect.
EnjoY-
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… ❝What's that?❞
❝They call it, cake.❞
❝I was talking to him, but … fine.❞
❝Quit talking. They're around. Don't you know?❞
Silence ensued for a few seconds, the two deep-red eyes silently staring at the one in front, then slowly, and quietly, as to not come to his notice, the mascot had leaned to the side where the third member of the trio stood, whispering a, ❝What's he gonna do with cAke?❞
❝Would make a good decoration for your face.❞ That being muttered back, he snorted quietly and shifted back to a straight posture. Just then, his more lowered ear perked upon a few dayshift guards mumbling about in the distance. By the slow increase in volume, it seemed they were approaching the stage, so after that presumption, the male moved no more, staying in his typical position. He did hear them more clearly when they'd stood in front of the stage, talking about … testing the "free-roam" mechanic for … well, obviously them. It wasn't that they couldn't walk about before, just … not during performance hours, seeing as … they didn't want malfunctions anytime soon.
But, since the place was running low on budget, they had to bring in something new to keep the visitors entertained, and that … that was this built-in ability to walk, that they were only now permitted to use, after nearly wasting a whole year of the Establishment. Great technicians they had, back then.
❝So, the middle one first?❞
❝That's what I said ...❞
Aaand, the rest wasn't really much important info, so best not bother to focus upon that. They eventually walked off to take care of other errands before the pizzeria's opening, whilst the three mascots were again, left to themselves. Now, at that time, was when the ursine cast him an eye. ❝Now you get what the cake's for?❞
The rabbit's free-er hand shifting to rest beneath his jaw, he hummed while narrowing his gaze in thought. ❝So, that'll be used for decorating their faces?❞
The latter's baffled, ❝What?❞ was buried underneath the arising laughter of the female, but I think his expressions were enough for anyone to understand that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard … Well, I'd say Foxy says all the stupidest tHings, so this was kind of close to the stuPidest.
Before the other male could really reply, the chicken, having somewhat contained the laughs to just mere chuckles, snorted. ❝I think all it will be doing, is sweeping the floor when it's dropped.❞
❝Yours will, when you go on free-roam, definitely …❞ with that retort, the brown animatronic simply turned his attention to the front again, while any response from her had been … well, soundless.
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Ah, the magic of being able to walk around among humans, with only one smaLl trouble … This wasn't exactly "free-roam", as the latter was under control of a few button presses from not too far, which were basically restricting him from moving anywhere other than the desired place, that was a part of the Main Room itself, in between a line of … families, well … children from those families, each being offered a slice of cake the moment he'd reach them. Pretty bland, I know, but a machine really can't do anything other than follow the input, right?
The other two, in the meanwhile, were on the stage, only plainly keeping with their usual performance, with occasional peeks taken at the area of … experiment, truly. The next day, it'd possibly be them doing something similar to that.
During midday, when the guards went off for a break, the latter had figured himself being out of their control, so he began making his way towards a table; however, when the restriction area was only crossed by a step, his legs stopped listening to him and he was brought back into the circle, where more children had arrived for moRe cake. Well … this was the sixth cake he held on the plate, and, he was back on duty.
Mid-afternoon was their break-time, when they all were powered down to prevent any chance of overheating. They weren't switched on after, until it was evening.
Then, the same as it had been in the morning, continued, with the guards having shifting to the ones intended for this time. Everything went about in a robotic fashion, with no other change whatsoever.
Eventually, amid serving a rather temperamental kid, he'd paused upon spotting a girl ...
She was behind a window that showed the view of an ... alley of some sort. She was in distress, with black hair sticking to her face due to it raining outside. Even if his attention had paused there, his figure hadn't — due to that darned control — so just after a split second, his gaze averted, him slightly leaning to lend another piece out to the … somewhat angered kid, who was grumbling all about him being broken and whatnot.
He'd afterward looked towards that window again, getting no sign of that girl … well, perhaps he was seeing things ... Nothing to worry about ...
L̷i̷t̷t̷l̷e̷ d̷i̷d̷ h̷e̷ k̷n̷o̷w̷, t̷h̷a̷t̷ w̷a̷s̷ t̷h̷e̷ l̷a̷s̷t̷ h̷e̷'d̷ e̷v̷e̷r̷ s̷e̷e̷ h̷e̷r̷ ...
W̷o̷u̷l̷d̷n̷'t̷ y̷o̷u̷ w̷o̷n̷d̷e̷r̷ w̷h̷o̷ t̷h̷a̷t̷ c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ b̷e̷?
Just then, another input was given, this one … was more of an outside thought inserted. Obliged to follow, he simply raised his hand with the microphone in the air, and with a, ❝Make way, for the arcade,❞ uttered for any child who'd wanted to spend a few coins to move joysticks here and there — well, kind ofF — he set off towards the direction of the arcade, with the other two's eyes staring after until the latter went out of sight …
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... A̶t̶ c̶l̶o̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶i̶—
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... Once silence ensued, Bonnie instantly shifted from his position to stand in front of the bear, with not even giving him a second to fully power on, and sLamming a question into his face. ❝So, how was the experience?❞
Hardly having opened his eyes, had he been bombarded with that. The ursine shifted back nearly a few steps and so, before then speaking up, ❝That could've waited for a few minutes.❞
❝No, it couldn't have,❞ he … was impatient, very much. He stepped over to him again, his head reaching to the point their foreheads briefly brushed, all as he deEpened his voice to utter a, ❝… Tell. me!❞
❝Bonnie,❞ the latter spoke in return, shifting a hand to his shoulder, using that to push him away. ❝Calm down. I didn't say I won't tell.❞
With a scoff from the blue/purple male, he folded his arms over his chest, staring to the other then. ❝Alright, so noW, tell me-❞
❝It's not the most fun thing like you'd expect ...❞ aaaand, with that, the ursine just gave a brief explanation of all the pain of the so-called free-roam, with most of the parts not explained as well, as … the rabbit had been there, he could've seen a few bits of that, right?
Anyway … once that was over, there were a few more exchanges of words, before, well … the group took their leaves from the stage to go about their night …
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… I̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶e̶a̶n̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶, h̶i̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶h̶a̶d̶o̶w̶s̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶, a̶ r̶a̶b̶b̶i̶t̶ f̶i̶g̶u̶r̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶o̶d̶. G̶o̶l̶d̶e̶n̶, w̶i̶t̶h̶ a̶ s̶h̶a̶d̶e̶ o̶f̶ f̶r̶e̶s̶h̶, d̶a̶r̶k̶ c̶r̶i̶m̶s̶o̶n̶ o̶v̶e̶r̶ i̶t̶s̶ f̶u̶r̶ ...
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Will continue in Foxy, Go, Go, Go ...
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