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.
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