Hey, all! Just got back from my second convention in two weeks, and getting back to writing soon.
I just wanted to wish everyone a very SAFE and happy All Hallow’s Eve.
BY THE WAY, y’all should go and check my friend, Cocho388’s, blog.
Well, I have to give some context to friend.
See, she… kinda killed me today.
But we’re still cool.
Heya followers!
Well, it’s the end of October, and it is time for me to head into my little shell and recharge my batteries at two cons back to back. This weekend (well, in about 7 hours) I‘m flying out to Dallas for Nightmare Nights and the next weekend to Ponyville Ciderfest to round out the month.
I’ll continue with regular updates for the story when I get back in November!
I finish off the cupcake right as the door opens.
Chica looks at me and grins. I can see the malice in her eyes.
Her sister looks at her and clears her throat, motioning to Fluttershy.
“Spoilsport.”
“Sis, you promised.”
Chica still fixes me with her gaze. She says what she can’t with her eyes.
“There you are, Fluttershy! We were worried about you.”
Fluttershy smiles. I melt a bit. Or is that the throbbing in my arm?
Toy Chica and her sister blink.
“Well, crap. Now there’s three of them? I tell you one thing, sis; if you start trying to doll-ify me, I’m out of here.”
Yes, because that would be the worst thing that could happen to you, right Chica?
I forgot how fast she moved. And… boy, does her breath stink.
“The worst thing… that could happen to me… is to be forced to… entertain you, Whimper.”
No, it’s fine, Chica.
Fluttershy gives me a gentle nibble on the shoulder and then looks at me.
“Now, let’s not antagonize the nice tall chicken, Whimper.”
Following Fluttershy’s advice seems very wise. I take it as she opens the first aid kit. Toy Chica sits in front of me.
“Big Sis told me the story. You’re… just a tourist, a stranger that happened to wander by and wondered what it was inside of here.”
I hang my head, looking down at the tile of the party room.
I… I was curious. I’d just heard what it was all about and wanted to see first hand, do something that I might normally not be brave enough to do. I… didn’t know that it would be so serious and cause such problems.
“It seems that in his desire to learn, he found danger beyond his ability to know, and as such wishes to forget that which he now understands. What is easier, though: to pour sand back up through the hourglass, or to add the rain back to the cloud?”
I looked over at the puppet in the box that… seemed to appear out of nowhere. I question why it’s there, and then I remember that Rarity and Pinkie Pie are here.
My question loses its validity before I ask it.
Look, Chica… Big Chica, too… I know what happens to the Night Guard. I know what happens in here. It… it was as Mangle said to me; bravery that got confused with stupidity.
“You’re just lucky that Springtrap didn’t come out.”
“Who’s Springtrap?”
Pinkie wasn’t bouncing, and her partying demeanor seemed to have turned off a bit as she looked around to the assemblage of animatronics and ponies, and this one stupid human.
Chica gave Pinkie the “are you stupid” look. I’m starting to think she gives that look to everybody, even her sister.
“Springtrap is a jerk-face like Whimper that got stuck in a spring-lock suit and is now a homicidal green stinky rabbit.”
The speaker system crackled to life.
“Oh, thinking about little old me? I’m touched. I didn’t know you cared, Cheeky.”
“That’s Chica, you molting rotten pile of stench.”
“Don’t forget the blood and murder, Cheeky. So, hello Whimper, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and… Rarity, is it? Heh. Well, I want to welcome all of you to Springtrap’s Pizzeria and Mausoleum! Specials of the day are Sausage and Onion for 8.99 and a decapitation at no added cost!”
I looked to Toy Chica, who was now hiding next to her big sister.
Okay, if these guys are freaked out by him, he’s got to be some level of crazy evil.
“Now, I’m sure you thought that I would want to make things interesting, so I won’t fail to disappoint! I’ve got a few Nightmares stuck in storage that I’ve been tinkering on that I need to give a test run. And it looks like they’re ready for their test! Allow me to introduce Spring Freddy, Spring Foxy, Spring Bonnie and Spring Chica!”
There was a chorus of mechanical whines, followed by dark chuckles in the background.
“And because I believe on a perfectly fair playing field, lights are out! Good luck, everybody!”
The speaker clicked off, and the lights in the Party Room went out, as well as the rest of the lights in the remainder of the pizzeria.
Well, this sucks.
Sorry, guys; between some RL stuff, watching Cocho’s stream, and then having to do something I didn’t think I was going to need to be responsible for this year, I don’t have the time to write an update post tonight.
I’ll get something out tomorrow.
I just might. Especially for the FNAF draw meme; I feel like it’d be fun to stream that. I’m already working on one doodle that I’ll post soon. It could also be a live ask thing, too!
What do you guys think?
Being abused can seriously affect your ability to distinguish between “not obviously pleased” and “obviously displeased” because abusers go from Neutral to Hostile for absolutely no discernible reason, and eventually you start worrying that everyone is going to be like that and you start feeling this urge to make absolutely sure that the people you actually care about aren’t mad or upset, because to you, “there’s no evidence that they’re not angry” is the same as “there’s evidence that they are angry”
!!! this thing! this thing right here!
This.
This.
THIS.
Oh, this.
How many a relationship/friendship have I made weird/unstable because of this… can’t count and not sure if I could I’d like the answer.
If you’re my friend… I am sorry. I know it comes across as clingy and seeking approval could really present a poor image of how I really am.
Please just try to bear with me.
Getting past abuse takes a long time.
Hell, even the one person I’m going to tag… so that they can see, hopefully–right now I don’t think they follow my blog.
It’s been about fifteen minutes since the two of them left.
The pain in my arm has ebbed to a dull ache.
Being in here is both relaxing and causing me anxiety. Truthfully, I’d rather the room be poorly lit and hear the sounds of scraping metal of one of the animatronics searching for me than sitting here in this moderately well-lit room that was used for a birthday party.
Just wish they would have left some cake. I’m hungry, and one slice of pizza just isn’t gonna cut it. Wonder if I dare head for the kitchen… no, Mangle’ll be there and I’m sure she’d take more than just a chomp from my hand this time. I’m hungry but not that hungry.
*thump*
Okay… no need to totally freak out, just… it’s fine, it’ll be fine. It’s not the Puppet. I mean… he’s nowhere near the party rooms.
Unless Chica got everybody up.
And I do mean everybody.
Fuck.
*THUMP*
I look around. There’s nothing to defend myself with in here.
Welp, this is it. I’m dead.
*THUD*
I heard a bang, then the pop of… confetti?
“Ewwww ewww ewww ewww ewww… this wall was disgusting! Pinkie Pie, why did you need to bring your Party Cannon with?”
“Oh it was fun, Rarity! You just didn’t remember to giggle at the ghosties! And that’s because I had the eye twitch, ear flop, shaky knee and twitchy tail combo. Means that a friend of mine would need some cheering up!”
… it’s Rarity and Pinkie Pie. BECAUSE WHY NOT. This day has erased every definition of “insane” I’ve ever thought I knew. Also normal. And weird.
“Oh HEY there friend! You look like you’re having a tough day! Well, don’t worry, because…”
I put my hand over her muzzle and squeezed gently to get her to stop talking. Not really fair, but… wait, this is Pinkie Pie I’m thinking about here; she redefines the laws of physics at a whim, what the hell can these animatronics do to her?
Just… try to keep it a little quieter for a bit.
“Sure. So… this is that game that I’ve heard about.”
Of course she would have heard about it. Heck, I read about this on Equestria Daily.
Which means she knows about that game.
And I forgot all about Rarity.
Who proceeds to shriek in outrage.
If Chica and company didn’t know where I was before, they sure do now.
I’m… really not sure what to do here. I can hear Rarity protesting in some sort of moral rage about the horrible choice in décor and coming up with plans to fix it. I feel Pinkie Pie tug at my side.
“Cupcake?”
I have to fight the overwhelming desire to kick them out of her hoof and run screaming toward Mangle. Timing, Pinkie Pie. Timing.
Sure, Pinkie.
I take a cake from the plate she’s offering, and bite into it.
And then slowly slump to the floor as the stress gets to me on this… second, third night? I’ve lost track. Heck, I’m leaning toward that the laws that govern the universe have simply decided to stop working.
This is a good cupcake.
So, today… let’s see.
I made buttermilk pancakes for breakfast, then livetweeted the new episode. After that, I mowed the front yard, took a small break while trying to download today’s episode. I then went out with Mom to Home Depot and Cub Foods, came home and mowed the back yard, put summer furniture from the deck away, then put the new lights on the house to replace the ones we had up from last Christmas.
We then had dinner, Lasagna Soup from an October issue of Food Network Magazine which was pretty good.
Then, after washing dishes, I come downstairs and proceed to watch videos about abandoned malls of all things.
Now, from the Fallout Equestria universe, I could consider it research: heck, even in the Fallout universe itself, it’s conceivable that former shopping centers have been repurporsed to serve a different need.
Needless to say, my Saturday has been disjointed and really chaotic. It’s almost funny; I still have cards I traded with my friends last week that I haven’t touched or looked at since getting them. Really not like me to be honest.
I’m working on an update post and I’ll try to have it out before Midnight my time… although right now that’s not looking all that likely.
Toy Chica, “Old” Chica, and Fluttershy strolled through the hallways, heading toward the Break Room. Chica had “calmed down” and was now only brooding softly as she led the way through the halls.
“So, “Fluttershy”, where are you from again?”
“Ponyville. It’s a very nice place where all of my friends live.”
“Ooooh! Sis, can I go there with Fluttershy once we’ve finished the night shift?”
“Sure… there’s just the tiny problem that we’d need to explain why you’re not there in the morning. And management seems pretty keen on sending us back to Parts & Service in case we start acting weird.”
“Oh.”
“We’ve gotten to the break room. So, let’s get the first aid kit. Seriously, little sis… I don’t get why you’re so quick to defend this pathetic non-a-Night-Guard.”
“I’m… really not. I… well…” She pointed to Fluttershy.
Chica rolled her eyes. “And that’s your only reason? Wow. Didn’t take long for you to get soft. Next thing I know I’ll be seeing you bring the Night Guard something to drink!”
Toy Chica groaned and looked slightly annoyed with her sister.
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“Well, do you wanna do it, sis? I mean she is your friend… best she hear it from you.”
“Hear what from you, Toy Chica?” Fluttershy’s face grew odd with concern, her head canting to the side.
“Uhh… Fluttershy, I…”
“Whimper mentioned something about that others wanted to kill him…” Her ears drooped, tail going limp as she looked down toward the ground.
“But I’m not like that! We just… it’s how we’re programmed.”
Fluttershy sniffled.
“It’s… it’s okay. I’ve… been close to feeling like that before. But, we… that doesn’t happen in Ponyville.”
“Wait. Hold up. You… understand… murder, “Fluttershy”?”
“Can I try something to you? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Chica chuckled. “Yeah… don’t think you could do that if you tried. Go ahead. I can’t wait to see what something as timid as you could do to me.”
“All right. I just need you to look at me.”
“That’s… it. I could be going after the Ni–WHAT THE…?”
The Stare shot out. Chica felt her body tense up and freeze.
“WHAT IS THIS! SIS?!”
“Don’t look at me, I didn’t even know she could do this!”
Fluttershy gave out a soft chuckle. “I call it The Stare. Guaranteed to make anything freeze and lock up as long as I keep looking at them.”
“I CAN’T MOVE! WOULD YOU STOP IT ALREADY? THE NIGHT GUARD COULD BE GETTING IN PLACES HE DOESN’T BELONG!”
“If, and only if, you say please.”
“Please. Please, Fluttershy, stop…”
Fluttershy closed her eyes, and Chica felt her body loosen up.
“Whoa… that’s awesome.”
“I try. Now, can we get the first aid kit?”
“Of course!”
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