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Pirouette

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

I had to sit down and let my eyes adjust.  Fluttershy was nuzzling me gently, with Pinkie next to the two Chicas.

Rarity?  She’d almost glomped Bellora the second she saw her.

Then Bellora opened her eyes.

I was scared what might happen.  Given how things in this universe normally unfold, I was expecting to be dead in a moment.  Given the reaction I got from Chica, I think she was just as shocked.

Her eyes were a ruby color, they sparkled as if there were pieces of the valuable gem in the construction of the animatronic ballerina.

“Madam, as much as I enjoy the attention, could you please let go of me?”

Rarity let go–reluctantly.  There was a bit of disappointment in the eyes of the fashionista, but it was short lived.  I looked at Bellora for a minute before opening my mouth to speak.

Usually this has ended poorly with this group of individuals that I’ve been around.  Normally there’s a threat to stuff me into a box or make me one with a springlock suit soon following.

Your eyes are pretty.

“Thank you.”

Chica groaned.  “Don’t you even try to … sheesh, Whimper, I can tell you right now she is not your type.”

What, attractive and imaginative?

“No. Intelligent, and the fact that she’s a robot kind of adds to the equation.”

“Sis!”

“What?  He’s an adult, he should have a girlfriend or something… I mean, come on, one of us with one of them?  Not happening.”

“Where are we?” 

Fluttershy’s question was answered quickly by Bellora.  Rarity’s distance from the ballerina had seemed to decrease; whether noticed by the animatronic was unclear.

“This is Circus Baby’s Pizzeria.  I am Bellora, one of the featured attractions here.  You are… curious, yellow pony with wings.  A unicorn, and a pink colored pony as well.  And a human.  You are from… Freddy Fazbear’s, correct?”

Chica nodded.

“How did you get here?”

“Emergency exit. Springtrap sort of decided to hold a mini revolution and created spring-lock versions of myself, Bonnie, Foxy and Freddy who are now lokiing for us.”

“Who is Springtrap?”

“A long story that I don’t want to get into right now.  Suffice to say, bad news.”

“I see.  Could you close the door, please, there’s something unpleasant coming from the room over.”

Huh?

OH DEAR GOD.

It took my brain a moment or two to realize that dark feeling was the fastest moving animatronic in the whole place. And she still had my phone.

“Have you met with your maker today?  Get over here, Whimper!”

I forgot about Mangle.

Looks like Rarity’s chance to glomp Bellora was going to need to wait.

“RUN!”

Fluttershy’s call to action seemed so far away.

And Mangle was getting close.

Previous Guarantees Do Not Apply

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

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.

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.

Whispers In The Wall

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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.

Second First Impressions

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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!”

An Escape In Yellow

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Fluttershy blinked at me.

I blinked back.

Nothing about any of this now makes any manner of sense.  So, I say the thing that comes first to mind.

I’m really glad you’re not Springtrap.

“Really glad I’m not who?”

Guess that answers my question; she doesn’t know what she’s doing here either.  Although, I think she doesn’t even know how she got here.

So… not to put too fine of a point on it, but what are you doing here?

“Umm, well… I don’t know, I was just walking over to Twilight’s house and ended up in this… metal thing.  Is there a way out?”

There probably is, Fluttershy, but I wouldn’t advise it.  There are some… machines down there that are looking to kill me.

“Oh, my.”

That’s the understatement of the year.  We need to get moving, try to find a safe place to hide for a while until they give up the hunt.

“Why are they… hunting you?”

They’re malfunctioning, I think… or they just don’t like me.

As if to emphasize the point, I hear Chica punch through a wall… right below us.

Move, Fluttershy, and do it quickly.

“What was that?”

A very angry chicken.  I’ll explain later, but for now, we need to move and quickly and quietly.

“Where are you, Whimper?  I’ll rip your face off before I throw you to Springtrap!”

And, yep, she’s still pissed.

“What’s your name?”

As much as I hate it, Mangle was pretty spot on.  Call me Whimper, Fluttershy, because I’m scared and I want to leave this place and I don’t know how to get out.

“Okay, Whimper.  That’s a funny name.”

Oh, Fluttershy… only in the face of mortal danger can you laugh at something like that.  As much as I don’t understand why you’re here, I’m glad for it.  But now my problems are two-fold: I need to escape from this cursed place and get her back to Ponyville.  First thing, I think I can pull off.  Second?  Haven’t the first idea.

The next two minutes are the most harrowing of this entire time here; don’t know who it was, but one of them got into the vent system further back from where we were and started banging back and forth on the walls.  I’d factor Mangle for it given her flexibility and size.  The noise was unbearable, both me and Fluttershy whining with each painful metallic CLANG from the animatronic looking to end me and stuff me in a metal suit,  Or maybe they wouldn’t even do that now… maybe Chica would just break me in half.

Fluttershy comes up short as she looks down through a grate where there appears to be a lot of light. 

“I think I found an exit.”

Nowhere in this place should be this well lit.  Something’s wrong.  Fluttershy, walk over it, I need to see where we’re going into.

“Okay.”

I look down through the air vent’s grate, spotting what looks like a larger room.  Could be one of the party rooms.  We need to get out of this vent.

“Alright.  Be careful, Whimper.”

That’s the first time this name has been used in any manner of care or concern.  This is going to make noise no matter what I do…

The grate clatters onto the floor and I look down and around.  The doors are closed and I exhale a huge sigh of relief.

“What are you doing in there?”

Well, they’re not… leaping on me to attack and kill me, so it’s a good start.

“What do you see?”

I think… it’s the not angry chicken, I answer Fluttershy.

“I should go get my big sis; you don’t belong up…”

No, Chica… please, just… we need to get down.  And we need to talk.

“We?”

Oh… I have a friend.  It’s not Night Guard, it’s… a pony.

“A pony?  Up in there?” Her eyes swivel to the ceiling as I lower myself into the room, landing with a thud.  Fluttershy pokes her head out a second later.

“Umm, hello.”

“Oh.  My.  *GOSH!*”

One crisis solved.  Another one created.

Adapting To Darkness

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The vent shook as Chica slammed into it.  I really made her mad.  Scampering around with this… hell, I’m no doctor, but it really hurts… arm of mine in this vent isn’t precisely quiet, or subtle.

God, it really stinks in here.  They haven’t cleaned in here in a while.  I should write the BBB about them and possibly the CDC.  Who the hell knows what’s up in here.

Okay, assess the situation: I’ve got no phone, no flashlight, and no real idea where I’m going.  I can barely see more than 3 feet in front of me.

What is the hardest to admit is that Chica is right: I won’t be able to hide forever.  I’ll need to get some water, use the bathroom, and, I dunno, get the hell out of this damn place?

Just… gotta move, crawl if I need to.  This duct needs to have some sort of exhaust port.

“Freddy! Bonnie!  Get up.  It’s hunting time!”

Well, fuck.

“What’s going on, Chica?”

“We’ve got a tourist.  And he’s a smart-ass.”

“Don’t pull my paw, Chica… I was in the middle of a delightful nap.”

She really has a thing for punching walls.  Funny that I think if she put her skills to good use, she could get a job working for a construction company doing demolition.

“You’re serious.”

“No, Freddy, I’m just joking around with you.  What do you think?”

“That’s enough, Chica.  What’s going on, you’re not acting normally–even for when the Night Guard is milling about.”

“I want to mount his head on a wall, or in a suit.  Maybe we could wake up Mister Stinky and send him out on the prowl.”

“Dammit, Chica… where did you see him last?”

“The fucker climbed into a vent.  He’s probably still hiding in there!”

Not sure which one it was, but I heard a loud gasp.

“Then, I guess… it’s time to walk around and see if we can find him.  But, and I mean this, Chica: we do not involve Springtrap!”

“Bonnie, I want to hurt him.  A LOT.”

How did my life get to this point?  Seriously!  I’m in an air vent in a spooky pizzeria with some unusual lore, now being chased by these things.  And they want to kill me.

What kind of job pays you enough to put up with this place and stay sane?  If this place doesn’t drop at least $18 an hour,  you couldn’t get me to work here in a million years.

“Oh.  Hello.  What are you doing here?”

Please don’t be the rabbit please don’t be the rabbit please don’t be the rabbit

No.  Freaking.  Way.

Okay… this just went from creepy to Level 8 “What-The-Fuck.”

Why is Fluttershy in the air duct?