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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. 

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!”

Proposing Peace, Softly

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Toy Chica and Fluttershy left the room, the door closing behind the pair.  The light ended right after crossing the threshold into the hallway.

Fluttershy eeped as her eyes fought to adjust to the darkness.  Chica activated her eye-lights and illuminated the hallway in front of her.

“Stay close, Fluttershy… if what Whimper said is true, then Big Sis might not be as open to speaking with you right away.”

“O-okay.”

The beams of light that Toy Chica aimed down revealed the nature of the hallway; covered with the decorative accents of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

“So… Chica, who are the other members of your family aside from your sister?”

“Well, I kind of think of everybody here as one big family. There’s Mangle, Balloon Boy, Bonnie, and Freddy.  They’re the best family I could ask for!”

“I have a brother… he has his moments.”

“What’s he like?”

“Well… he was a little “flighty” growing up, couldn’t really stick with anything for very long.  It took my friend Rainbow Dash to help get some sense into him, and he finally finished something and turned into a hairdresser.  What about yours?”

“Well, Mangle is playful and likes to pull off pranks from time to time.  Balloon Boy is so sweet and playful, although that Shadow he hangs out with from time to time gives me the creeps…””

“What are you doing out here?”

Fluttershy turned as Toy Chica focused on the direction of the sound, her eye lights shining onto the form of her Big Sis.

“Ohh… well, I wanted to show you my new friend!”

Fluttershy gave a polite bow to Chica, flapping a wing toward the animatronic chicken.

“What… the hell… is… Sis, I’m all for a good joke but now is not the time.”

“I know it seems weird… but I am real.  I’m Fluttershy.”

Chica blinked a couple of times.  “Sis, it just… talked.”

“Yes.  She’s real!  We’re best friends!”

The elder chicken groaned.  “Well, that’s wonderful.  Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s, now… I’m looking for a certain human… named Whimper.  Have you seen him?”

Fluttershy looked to Toy Chica, hoping to impart the non-verbal message of keeping Whimper’s location a secret.

“I have… but I think you’re wrong about him, sis.”

“He’s a tourist, sis.  Not the Night Guard, not a maintenance worker; just some random idiot who walked into here and decided to mess around with Mangle!  And we need to deal with him.  You know the rules!”

“Sis, please…”

Fluttershy stepped forward.  “Uhh, Miss Chica?  Whimper, he’s hurt… and–”

“Good!  That’ll make it easier to find him!”

“What precisely did he do wrong, Miss Chica?” 

The larger animatronic chicken stopped to look at Fluttershy like she was stupid.

“You… really aren’t from here, are you?”

“No.  I’m from… a different land.”

“I see.”

“I… we wanted to get the First Aid kit for Whimper, so we could help fix him.”

Chica scoffed.  “You do understand what I’m going to do to him once I find him?”

“Yes, and I… don’t want you to do that.  Maybe you could… talk to him?”

One of Chica’s leg servos gave out a resigned whine.

“I guess we could try it… so, you need the First Aid Kit?  Follow me.”

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.

Running, Just Running

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Chica was legitimately the scariest thing I’ve seen since getting in here.  Mangle?  She was sorta threatening, but more teasing.

My arm’s hurt, likely broken.  I don’t need it to run, and that’s what I’m doing now.

Curse my lack of knowledge of this place!  I wish I had just had more than one night of experience in here…

“Get back here, Whimper! I’m going to snap every bone in your body and then stuff you inside a suit!”

No.  Not going to happen.  I need to hide, hide somewhere.  Check the doors… can’t read it, going to just have to open this one up… bingo!

I shuffle around the corner and press myself against the wall, and do the best I can to completely calm down my breathing.

There’s the sound of a wall being smashed in, and then an unearthly sound of a malfunctioning animatronic chicken screeching in frustration.

“Rotten stinking Night Guard wannabes… coming in here and raising all this ruckus.  It’s bad enough that I’ve sworn that I’m going to keep that psycho rabbit in the back stowed away until tomorrow…”

She’s… right outside… the door.

“You can come out already.  We’re going to find you eventually.  And you aren’t going to like it when we do…”

I hold my breath, trying not to make a sound.

“I know this place like the back of my wing.  There’s only so many places to hide in here.  After so long, they’re going to run out.”

I can hear her take a step, moving away from me.  I can’t imagine what her hearing is like, so much as a whimper or an exhale and she’ll find me.

“I wasn’t made to be fooled, Whimper.  Now do yourself a favor and come out already.”

Dammit, my name isn’t Whimper.

“Whimper… what an annoying name.  Maybe Mangle pegged you right to be a whimpering, annoying flesh-lump that needs a spine adjustment–permanently.”

It’s getting hard to hold my breath… she’s still really close.  I then hear the sound of plaster and cracking from a nearby wall… but it’s still far enough away.  Too late to take a breath, but… I have to.

*inhale*

“What… was that…?”

*exhale*

“I… heard… something.”

Oh, crap.

“Sounded like… a Whimper.”

Oh no, no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…

“Right.  In.  HERE!”

Her arm smashed in through the wall to my right.  I jump away from the wall and head to the far end of the room, now scrambling to find a way out… 

There’s a vent.  I kick it open as Chica stumbles into the room, nipping at my heels.  Then I realize the utter stupidity of this plan.  Even if I can dive into this quickly, all she needs to do is reach in and pull me back by my ankles… unless…

“Party time is OVER!”

I fling the vent cover right at her.  It hits her with a loud metallic *CLANG* and fazes her for a second.  She lets out an ear-piercing screech as I clamber and crawl through the vent, getting away from her as fast as I can.

“YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER, WHIMPER! WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU ARE DEAD!”

I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve… and maybe, just maybe, I can steal your home field advantage.

Day 3: Talks With A Chicken

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Her laugh was brief as Mangle waddled off somewhere.

I looked up.  And up.  I no longer felt very tall.

A feather on the side of her right wing went “ker-sproing”.  I fought the urge to chuckle.

“So, what horrifying thing did you do to earn the nickname “Whimper” from Mangle?”

Told her my real name.

“I think it has more to do with the fact that you should be a Night Guard and you’re just some random guy that happened to stumble into here.  So…”

Okay, looking like this is going really south really quick.  The ceiling didn’t seem that far away before.

“Maybe I should twist you into a pretzel and have you as a snack.”

How do I reason with this?  Do I reason with this thing?

“Bonnie’ll love you.”

Wait, please…

“What, are you going to start begging now?”

I don’t want to die, please…

“Wrong place for that, Whimper!”

Her mouth opened.  All… those… teeth.  And those gears…

“I should just finish you off right now!”

STOP!  Let’s… talk, okay?

“All right.  I’ll start!”

She shoved… and the wall gave way.

“You should leave and not come back.  Unless you have a death wish!” 

My friend told me to come here.

“Well, they’re probably dead too!  And now you should be shown why you don’t give Chica lip!”

I heard my left arm crack.  I landed on the ground with a thump.  Okay, talking to this one isn’t working; time to run.

“Come back here, Whimper!”

Might have had a lot to do with the pizza.