She's coming.
Thumping footsteps rocked the floor as Brendon dove under the table, skidding on the cold, slick tile. Two piercing pink lights broke the darkness, scanning the checkered floor like a spotlight on a stage.
"I know you're in here somewhere..." the creature whispered raspily as it slowly approached him. "You know you can't hide for long, hun..!"
The scratches of the mechanical monster's feet grew closer and closer, and only now Brendon could barely make out its features. As he cautiously peeked through the legs of the cheap plastic chairs, he saw the grotesque build of the mech. Its sharp feathers were strewn about, pointing in awkward angles. Twisted limbs hung near-separated from its bulky body, only held together by stripes of flesh and wires. The awful, metallic stench of blood and mucus began to fill the room.
Brendon whipped his head back in disgust, briefly forgetting he was under a table. His head bonked a chair, uncovering his hiding spot as the scars and stitches across his forehead began to ache. The monster halted in its tracks as its head twisted and popped beyond it's normal range to face him. It stalled for barely a second, it's cracked beak and faux teeth glinting despite the feeble light.
"There you are..!" the grotesque creature croaked, her plastic beak snapping open and shut. The bird giggled, but it all seemed like a faux emotion to Brendon.
"Do-on't be shy, Brendon!" she cackled, uncaring if she was heard.
Brendon scooted back under the table trembling with fear. The robot's joints whirred and clicked as she bent down to Brendon's level, her wing thrusting under the table as its knife-like feathers sliced the tablecloth with ease. After the cloth was shredded into thousands of threads, he closed his eyes and whispered, just as the bloodstained feathers of Chica the Chicken soared straight at him.
"Dad.. what did you do to them..?"
