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.
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