Sooooo, Just A Heads Up…

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I love Starlight Glimmer.

Let me rephrase that.

I LOVE GlimGlam.

Like, I don’t really know why I have such an affinity for the character.  It could be the voice actress, Kelly Sheridan, but… I don’t think so.  I’m not to the point where I’m going to get a plushie of her commissioned and then marry the thing (someone I used to know did that and it’s just… WEIRD to even think about that), but I just really can’t get enough of the wayward socially inept unicorn mare.

Maybe it’s because she reminds me so much of me; stumbling through friendships and only having one good friend that I hang out with when I get the chance.

ANYWAY, if ever you meet me at a convention (I do go to a fair number of them), I’m avidly interested in any GlimGlam stuff you might have.

I’m still looking for a good GlimGlam case for my phone; all of the ones I’ve seen on RedBubble come close but just ain’t what I’m looking for.

Hoping someone draws something that will meet my insanely high standards.

… Notes and Glim would make a good couple.

TIME TO SHIP!!!

https://imgur.com/Z21jWhp

Previous Guarantees Do Not Apply

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The puppet had been gone for about three minutes, the huddled mass of me, Toy Chica and her older sister, and the three ponies sitting in the relative silence, each tiny sound from the halls being analyzed and listened to intently by those who were able to tell us the most useful information and leave out the rest.

We had–through sheer force of will–convinced Chica to stay put rather than rushing headlong into what would likely be a trap or end up getting one or more of us captured.  Earned me a jab to the side, but I’d rather deal with a bit more pain than losing one of our own.

Fluttershy had gone over to Chica to try and forge some sort of peace, which earned her a derisive snort from the animatronic who then closed her eyes and did the best she could to render herself immune to the meek yellow pegasus’ Stare.  Pinkie was oddly quiet, mostly from Rarity’s wishes as well as the attention she was getting from Toy Chica.

That left me to think.  Springtrap was the scariest thing I knew existed in this realm; even my short exposure to some trailers of the Sister Location game had rendered Baby tame in comparison.  It’s not saying that I should consider her any less lethal and dangerous as Springtrap–her methods were far more methodical and playful.

And if the way he had basically started this game was any indication as to his unpredictability, we were in a lot of trouble.  I remember watching my friend’s video of a spring lock suit in the game… the thought of being in one was altogether unpleasant and terrifying.

The knowledge that it would be either Chica or Springtrap putting me in one eventually was one that I tried to banish from my thoughts as soon as it entered my mind.

When the door creaked open, none of us knew what to expect.  I was prepared to have my existence come to a rather painful conclusion.  I now was wondering what my body wound undergo as I was stuffed inside one of the suits, how it would push at my body and perforate limbs, organs, my very soul potentially.

Hell, if it means I could be a force for good to rally against Springtrap, I’d accept that death with as little problem as one could.

The puppet came back in, no light in his wake as he slowly came out of his box.

His face looked as if he’d been put through a blender; scratches and marks from where something had worked at it, almost down to his exoskeleton.

“They… are hungry.  They are all hungry.  If we are to survive, we will need to find another way around.”

“NOW can we try my way, Whimper?”

I shook my head in the dark, admitting that I was at a loss for what to do next and that the ones that knew the place better were likely the best choice for the direction forward.

Yes, Chica… let’s go with your plan.

“Good.  Sis, Fluffball, you two, follow me.  Access door shouldn’t be that hard to find, and right now I really feel like punching something.”

I quickly surmised that had the desire to stuff me in a suit not been overwhelming, the large chicken would have taken great pleasure in using my face as a punching bag.

There was a small hiss as the doorway opened into the access hallway.  It was, similar to the everywhere else in the pizzeria, dark with not so much as a trace of light.  Chica herself had to feel around the inside of the walls to make sure it was where she remembered it to be.

“Well, this is the right room.  Everybody follow me, and stay close and quiet.  Mari, you need to stay behind and watch for the others.  I’ll come back for you when we’re safe.”

“That means you won’t be back at all, Chica.  There is no safe place here anymore, not now.”

“Shut up you damn pessimist.”

”I am merely being accurate about out current situation.”

Chica didn’t respond to Mari, only continuing ahead.  Toy Chica was the next to go, and the ponies and I brought up the rear.

We walked for what seemed like five minutes in the black-as-death corridor, claustrophobia playing a tune on me like an awkward friend who’d overstayed their welcome.

A door greeted us at the other end, as well as something odd; light.

Uhh, Chica, is that…?

“Probably a trap?  Maybe.  Could also be a way out to getting the ponies to safety.  Let’s see what’s behind Door Number 1!”

Another mechanical whine, and our world became a blinding flash as we had adapted to the lack of light.

The where we ended up made me confused for a second before I realized the who.

The accent in which the ballerina spoke confirmed my thoughts.

“Who are you?”

Not sure if this is bad to worse.  I’m still deciding.

So, This Happened…

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It was just one of those things where had anybody told me it would have happened to me, I would have said that they were crazy.

I was finishing up a pickup at a location, getting ready to finish out my day that was wonderfully light.  I took the packages that I got from the client and put them into the van, and then closed the door.

Just one tiny problem.

My right hand wasn’t really aware of where it was.

The next thing I know I’m in blinding pain, totally confused as to what happened.

I managed to close my fingernail on my pointer finger in the gap between the doors where the brand-plate would normally go.

Needless to say, this has put a damper on my ability to type.

My aunt has just recommended a solution that I might have my mom help me with in the morning.

So, sadly, no update tonight.

Shadows Aren’t Useful in the Dark

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The remnant of the cupcake on my tongue turned slightly bitter as I swallowed.  Why him, and why now?  It seemed like this place simply hated me, and now there were three innocents that happened to have fallen through… some stranger inter-dimensional gap or some shit… hell with it, I’m done trying to figure out how this what is going on, because all I’m succeeding in doing is getting a headache.

Rarity’s horn glimmers in the darkness, allowing for a bit of illumination to light up the room for a moment.  She then let out a whimper of pain.

“What in Equestria? My… my magic’s being pulled away from me!  Sorry, darlings, but I won’t be able to provide any illumination.”

It didn’t take more than two seconds for her magic to fizzle and spark out, dropping the room into renewed darkness.

Wait…. where’s Mangle?

“Why do you want her now, Whimper?”

Because she has my phone.  And it has a flashlight on it.  Which would come in very handy at the moment.

“You have a phone that you take with you?  What good is that; you couldn’t make any calls with it.”

Oh.  That’s right.  Mangle seems to get it, but they don’t understand about the technological developments that we’ve done in the last thirty years.  Which… isn’t really a bad thing, because then they’d all be lost trying to get it from her.

I’ll… explain later.  Toy Chica seems to be satisfied with this response and looks around, trying to turn on her eye lights…

… which turn off the second she goes to turn them on.

“Uhh, sis?  Is this normal?”

I look in the direction of where I last remember seeing Chica and hear her voice.

“Normal for when that stinky bastard does his crap.  But… this feels different.  Almost…”

Pinkie, you just…

“Magical!”

We all jump slightly as the party pony exclaims her observation.

“It all makes sense now!  I knew I was getting some pretty weird feelings with my Pinkie sense before we fell through the door.  And there’s some pretty creepy magic going on in here… wheee!  Let’s go find it!”

“Uhh, let’s not, you hyperactive fluffball.  If I heard Stinky correctly, there’s four new animatronics wandering the halls of this place that want to put good old Whimper there into a spring-lock suit.  Also, I think that they wouldn’t mind pulling pieces off of us in case they needed anything.”

I hear the whine and cadance of the larger Chica’s servos make their way toward me.

“And just so we’re clear Whimper… I still want to stuff you into one of those.  The only reason why I’m not going and fetching them is that I want to be the one to do the honors.”

I feel one of her metal arms brush against my cheek.  It is the most unnerving feeling, the cold, slightly rusted surface touching me.  Her words come breathlessly into my ear, each one a silent dagger heard by nobody but the two of us.

“Do we have an understanding?”

Y-y-yes, C-Chica.

“Good. Now, I think we shouldn’t stay here long because if I were a spring-lock version of myself…”

This would be one of the first places you’d look?

“Well, we can’t stay here, sis.  Let’s start walking around and trying to find the exit.  We can at least get Whimper outside and his pony friends.”

“Do you think he would make it that easy, Toy Chica?  Springtrap is… hungry for the innocent and blameless.  These new equines that have come into the pizzeria are like the flame for the moth.  Getting to safety will be a challenging endeavor, if nigh impossible.  I will go and scout the hallways before any of you leave.”

I can’t really argue with the puppet’s logic; even in his demented talk, he’s got a good point.

“But, Mari… we can’t…”

“You can, and you will, let me do this. If we are to have any chance, somebody must test the waters, and I will be highly harder to spot if I go back into my box.  Now stay here until I tell you to go.”

There was the sound of grinding metal against the floor as he went for the exit, opening to the equally dark hallway.  A moment later, he was gone.

The silence was deafening as we craned our respective ears against the wall, seeing what we could make out of what was going on.

In the pitch black, our eyes tried to adjust to see anything we could; I could imagine the animatronics were having better luck by their general knowledge of the place.  My pony friends and I were having no luck, needing to huddle together and discuss a plan.

“Ugh, I’m tired of this waiting crap.  There’s an access door hidden in the wall behind us.  Lights might be out but the power’s still on.”

“They’re not going to try and… *gulp* scrap us, are they sis?”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

I sure hope you’re right.

Happy Halloween

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

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.

Unhinged

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

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.