The last five minutes seemed to be the longest in my life. Even meeting Fluttershy in the vent was easily capped by needing to run like a man possessed from Chica and the rest of the animatronics gang.
It’s only now that I realize how much the quick climb and jumping out of the air duct has taken its toll on me. My likely-broken left arm is now throbbing in pain, the hole that Mangle bit through in my right hand is oxidizing like mad and stings, and I’m exhausted.
I find a nearby chair and flop into it.
And all the pain in the world is nothing compared to seeing Toy Chica approach Fluttershy as a smile that gets impossibly wide without being creepy to the shy pegasus form on her mouth.
“Are you really real, like for reals real?”
“Umm… yes.”
“You are so… awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“What’s your name?”
I swear it was just like it happened as I thought it would.
“I’m, umm… fluttershy…”
“What… oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you nervous. I’ll… step back a little.”
“It’s okay, I… no, I am a strong and confident pony. My name is Fluttershy. What’s yours?”
“I’m Chica, although everybody calls me Toy Chica. I’ve got the best big sis in the world and the greatest friends here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria!”
Fluttershy lights up. “There’s a bear here? I have a bear friend back home.”
Well, while this cute-off is going down, I get a better look of the room.
Seems that Toy Chica was the only animatronic in here… that I can see.
“This is so much better than… my… I can’t even process how awesome this is! A real life true to word pony!”
“You’re also very pretty and sweet looking. My friends back home would really like you!”
Hugs are exchanged.
Great… now I’ll have to break your heart in a few minutes. I think I’ll hold off on that–besides, it would traumatize Fluttershy to see this new cute thing that’s doling affection all over her bloodily kill another.
Oh, hello pain. Yes, I forgot to make an appointment but I’m sure you’ve got an opening for me.
Both Chica and Fluttershy turn my way, concerned at the noise.
“Are you okay?”
Just peachy, Chica… I mean, your sister probably broke my arm and Mangle bit my hand, but I’m great!
Of course, if I had just said that, the environment in the room would have changed radically and not in a way that I would have liked for it to.
Is there anything like a first aid kit in here, Chica?
“There’s one in the break room. But, you’re not an employee so you can’t go in there.”
Right now not going anywhere is preferable. At least until I can poke my head out without it being removed from the rest of my body.
I look to Fluttershy. She’s the closest thing I can figure to a medic, given how she cares for animals. Then I see that she doesn’t have her saddlebags. Guess I’ll have to be in pain for a while, until it’s clear for anybody to go out without rising suspicion that something’s off.
Chica… let me ask you something, totally hypothetical. Suppose that… Mangle and your sis decided I wasn’t a good person and wanted to get Springtrap involved in…
My gaze shifts to the yellow pegasus. Have to choose my words carefully now…
Giving me a very close inspection of how Springtrap works.
“But… you’re not a bad person, you brought Fluttershy here! I should go and talk to Big Sis, she’ll underst–”
NO! I mean… not yet, we’re just playing pretend right now.
“Why don’t you want me to talk to Big Sis?”
“Hang on, Chica… Whimper’s scared and hurt.”
“But… Big Sis could help him.”
Were she not fixed on ripping me in two, I think she might be so inclined.
“I could go… see if I could find what Chica looks like.”
My heart melted. In a blind rage, with both Freddy and Bonnie awake and roaming, looking for me?
“I know you’re scared, Whimper… let me be brave and see if I can talk to them. Besides, I have the stare.”
I believe you, Fluttershy–even though this danger is likelier far greater than you’ve faced before.
“She’s just like me, Fluttershy, only a bit bigger. I should go with you to find her.”
I was in no shape to fight with either of them. One because she could paralyze me with a glance, the other because if pressed wrong she could end my life.
Just… be careful. And don’t tell Big Sis I’m in here if she seems upset.
“Alright, Whimper. We’ll be back. Come on, Fluttershy! Let’s go meet the family!”
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