Willow blinked her eyes. A squishing noise sounded from her eyelids. They felt like they hadn't been opened for years.
The purple haired girl had been propped up against the wall in a sitting position. She looked around her location. The last thing she remembered was being stuck inside a Spring Bunnie suit within the Safe Room of the Fazbar. But looking around her current location, she wasn't in the Safe Room anymore.
The location was unclear and unfamiliar; the walls were a different color and texture. The posters strewn about the wall were recognizable but used to be rolled up in the Safe Room. There were her own children's drawings taped up everywhere, littering the rotten textured walls. Fake cobwebs hung creepily from the ceiling with realistic spiders lining them. Light fixtures flickered, as though the bulbs were broken and needed to be replaced. Everything looked decrepit, ready to fall apart at the slightest breeze.
Willow got up, and loud creaking filled the room. She noticed the sounds were coming from her own body. She remembered she was trapped in the Spring Bunnie suit, so the creaking was probably just rusted parts and wires popping. She groaned as she breathed, a deep squeak emitting with every pained exhale. She stood to her full height, about six feet because of her ears. The woman turned her head left and right, observing her surroundings. Nothing but the posters looked familiar, so where was she and how did she get there?
Willow started to walk. A deep groan creaked from her knees and arms as she swung them back and forth, forcing herself into a painful stride. Her ears bounced around on top of her head, swaying rhythmically to her walk. She walked around for thirty minutes, looking for at least a hint of where the fuck she was.
She approached a dimly lit room that glowed an eerie red. The shells of broken robots littered several corners. A poster of the same Spring Bunnie suit Willow was trapped in hung loosely on the wall with only one thumbtack set dead in the center of her forehead. The eerie red glow came from the exit sign just above the door to the outside.
Willow touched the door and immediately shot her hand back. The metal was heavy and freezing cold, feeling more like layers and layers of concrete topped with ice than an exit door. The trapped woman pushed on the door with all her might, putting all her body weight into it, but all that happened was her hands turned a disgusting blue and the door didn't even budge.
She was trapped, both in the suit and in the building.
Willow pounded at the door, screaming for help. Each painful slam reminded her that no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't getting out of there anytime soon.
And, at this rate, ever.
Willow turned around, the bottoms of her fuzzy, mechanical hands bright blue and turning black. She sank to the floor and sat down. She put her face in her hands and began to cry, knowing she was stuck in every way possible. Even if she could manage to escape, there was no way she could walk around in public gored by a springlock suit.
Then she heard a cry from another room within the building. It at first sounded like creaking pipes, but after closer examination, it sounded like...like…
"MOM!"
The cry echoed through the building, scaring Willow. She could barely hear it, but she knew what it had to be. She got up and tried to run, the springlocks restricting free movement. She attempted a sprint, managing to make it a far distance before a springlock gave out and made her collapse on the floor. One last springlock shot into the back of her leg as she looked up, hoping she was close enough to see the source of the cry.
She began to crawl, pulling her broken body towards an audible panicked shriek of helplessness. Willow continued to make her way to the end of the hallway, meeting up with the outline of a teenage girl. She was crying, her hair tied with a bow and her limbs horrifically mangled. Her eyes glowed green, gray streaks pouring from both irises.
"Ivy…" Willow whispered, and reached out. She crawled an extra distance forward, coming closer to the girl but not quite able to reach her.
Willow struggled to get up to walk just a little closer to her dead daughter. "It's okay, Ivy, I'm here," she struggled to say, "I am still here. Don't worry."
She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell face first back onto the floor. She looked back up, but the ghostly outline had completely disappeared.
"No…" Willow whispered, "No...Ivy...please…"
She put her head back on the ground, closing her eyes and preparing not to open them again.
"I TOLD you!" cried a female voice, "I TOLD you that thing could walk!"
"Oh, no, not again," groaned a male voice, "Some teenagers probably got in here and fucked with it. Look, its legs are busted."
Willow blinked. Were they talking about her?
She tried to struggle, but her efforts were in vain. The springlocks must have jammed.
"NO! I swear, it's alive! It can walk, it can talk! I KNOW it can!" the female voice protested.
"Of course it can walk and talk," the male voice said, "That's what these fucking things were built to DO."
Willow felt her body being picked up. Two sets of hands pulled her up by her armpits and hoisted her into a standing position. "Alright, perfect," said another male voice, "Just hand me a screwdriver, and I might be able to fix 'er."
Willow waited a minute or so, when suddenly a sharp pain jammed into her right calf. She heard loud squeaking and parts clicking, signs that her endoskeleton was being repaired.
"Dammit!" cried the other male voice, "Ugh. That's disgusting. Now we gotta get it repaired."
"Should be pretty easy," said the male voice, "All we have to do is find someone to repair it and take it to a shop."
"Not really," the female voice said, "We still gotta take care of that dead body in there."
Willow shuddered. The springlocks clicked as she felt a cold chill run down her skinless spine.
"That's disgusting," said the male voice, "I'm pretty sure none of us are doin' THAT. Look, let's just make sure she never opens her mouth, and we'll spray her with Freshie or something like that. Nobody'll be the wiser."
"Someone's gonna be suspicious," the other male voice argued.
"I'm not scraping that dead bitch out," the female voice insisted.
"I'm surprised we were even given legal permission to use her," the male voice said, "I mean, the law would REALLY have to change for us to use a real corpse as a prop."
"Hey, if Poltergeist can do it, so can we," the other male voice said, "We just have to say it's a prop, slather it in cleaning oils, and bam! We're good."
"I'm not so sure," said the female voice, "What'll the repairman say if we hand a dead body to them?"
"We'll tell them it's a really complicated wax figure," the male voice said, "I'm sure they'll fall for it if we act like it's true."
"Where the fuck are we even gonna FIND a repair shop to fix her?" the other male voice asked, "The franchise is-HAS BEEN-dead for over a decade. Like, thirty years ago. How many people could there possibly be for us to contact and fix this piece of trash?"
Willow glared inside the suit. "Fuck you too," she thought.
"I dunno," said the male voice, "Maybe there's a building manual or something? Look, we'll go back to FredBare's Strip Club and see if we can find a construction booklet for springlock robots. Larry, you take her to your place for now, and send her back in when we find that manual."
"Why me!?" asked the other male voice, apparently named Larry, "Why not you or Avigan?"
"Because we're the gatherers," the male voice said, "Avigan and I have to find things while you attend to the maintenance around here."
"I guess," Larry groaned, "Okay, FINE. Lemme have her. I'll keep her in my basement or something while you guys look for the building instructions."
"Alright," the female voice said, "Come on, Larry, I'll help you load her into your truck."
"Thanks," Larry said, "Okay. I'll take the front, you take her feet."
Willow felt herself be pulled backwards while two sets of hands held her by her armpits and her ankles as she was dragged out of the building into the blinding daylight and the cool autumn air. A few clouds had gathered in the sky, but had not blocked the sunlight from the parking lot.
"Did you see that?" asked the female. Willow looked at her, seeing a slightly beautiful redhead wearing a black jacket and a white shirt beneath. All Willow could see in her field of vision was everything above the girl's waist. She had pale skin and orange freckles lining her cheeks. Her fingernails were painted black and her ears were pierced in several areas. She looked half goth, half some bubbly cute girl.
"See what?" asked Larry. "I swear that thing is looking at me!" the female voice cried, worriedly looking Willow in the eyes.
"Look, Avi," Larry said, "I can't see her from where I'm standing, but I'm guessing you're seeing things again. Come on, let's keep walking."
The girl grunted and continued. The two heaved Willow into the back of Larry's pickup, and the man drove away with the corpse in the back. Willow basked in the sunlight the whole drive there.
Larry set Willow down in his basement, attempting to sit her down in a chair. He broke down, gasping and panting. "Sorry," he apologized, "It's not that you're heavy, it's that I'm lazy and I have asthma."
He looked at the unresponsive rabbit. "I'm talking to a dead person," he said, shaking his head.
Willow stared ahead at the black male, wearing a green jacket with a Geometry Dash shirt on. His hair was flat and curly, shaven down about a centimeter above his scalp. His eyes were a deep brown, filled with life and intensity. He wore ripped jeans, clearly showing his knees and calves, with a black leather belt loosened about two notches. He was pretty attractive, in physical being.
He stood up, looking down at the broken robot. It was dilapidated, torn apart in several places and grossly deconstructed. Its entire exterior was littered with holes, and the fabric that originally covered the legs were completely gone. All that remained were skeletal and fleshy legs, taking a lot out of the beauty that the robot originally had. Its face was still cute, sure, but the body looked soaked with dry blood and torn stitches. The left strap of the tank top looked ready to fall off, a result of neglect and decay.
Larry sighed. "Your clothes sure have taken a beating, haven't they?" he asked. All Willow could do was sit quietly and helplessly as her whole body was paralyzed.
"I'm gonna hate to do this," Larry said, "But if you're gonna be the star attraction of our shindig, you're gonna need your clothes washed. Excuse my peeking…"
Larry knelt down and began to take off Willow's clothes. He stripped off her tank top first, careful not to tear the old fabric. Her artificial breasts dropped out of the garment, jiggling in place for half a second. Small holes all over her chest leaked trickles of blood, staining the fur red. The nipples that were originally golden yellow were now a sickly green amongst the tainted fuzz. The round, lavish breasts looked like they hadn't aged a day and were well-protected by the fabric of the tank top, but the excessive bleeding made them look a bit tattered and unappealing.
Next were the jorts. Larry blew out a long breath of air as he knelt down and fiddled with the button keeping the pants together. He finally managed to pop it out of the hole, discovering a zipper just underneath it. He gripped the zipper, pulling it downward and revealing the robot's flashy purple underwear. He wrapped his thumbs around the waistband of both garments and slipped them off the broken rabbit's wide thighs. A sickly trail of thick blood came with the articles of clothing, making Larry gag. A rotten stench emerged from the garments, not surprising considering the years of filth being piled atop them. He held his nose as he gathered all the clothing into his arms, stood up and threw them in the washing machine just twenty feet away. He set all the correct dials, added the detergent, and left them to wash.
The tired worker stared at the animatronic, almost entranced by her body. It was built so perfectly, put together in such a way that even in its current state she was beautiful.
Larry walked up to her, standing at full height. He stared at the broken suit, half wondering how to fix her, half if anybody would notice if she was fucked.
Larry gulped, looking around warily. He leaned over, putting his hand directly onto the rabbit's right breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. Willow nearly jumped in shock.
She could feel his hand.
She didn't move, fearing she would snap more locks shut and breaking her suit further. She simply blinked, looking Larry dead in the eye.
Larry jumped back in surprise. His face expressed sheer terror as he looked at the rabbit suit.
"Oh my god," he whispered, "Are...are you...alive in there?"
Willow said nothing.
"Um…" Larry said quietly, "Okay. Uh...I'm going to ask you some questions now. Blink once for yes, twice for no."
Willow blinked.
"Okay. Umm...question one: Are you okay?"
Willow blinked twice.
"Oh," Larry said, "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Willow blinked twice.
"Dammit," Larry muttered, "Okay. So...you're dead...but not really?"
Willow blinked.
Larry put a hand to his mouth. "Shit," he whispered, "Are you mad I squeezed your tit?"
Willow blinked twice.
"Enraged? Furious? Any other mad synonyms just so we're clear?"
Willow blinked twice.
"You mean you really don't care that someone you hardly know just took a handful of your titty?"
Willow blinked twice.
Larry's heartbeat sped up. This was really creeping him out. He was actually communicating with a dead body.
"Is there any way to fix you?" Larry asked.
Willow blinked.
"Great!" Larry said, "Oh, wait a minute, one last thing: do you mind being a part of our show?"
Willow blinked twice.
"No way," he said, eyes wide, "I don't believe this."
The worker slipped out his phone and began texting Avigan's number.
"Dude! You're not gonna believe this! It talked to me!"
An excited response came back:
"C, Lary!? I TOLd u she was alive! Sh tell u how to fix her?"
"Not yet, she's communicating through blinking."
"OMG! Were findin that manul. stay their!"
"*there" Larry corrected, "Hurry!"
Larry turned off his phone, and his eyes locked with the naked animatronic. The girl inside blinked again, seemingly in a relaxed state. Help was on the way.
"Sorry again for grabbing your breast," Larry apologized, "You're real hot, you know that?" Willow closed her eyes in the suit.
"Well, I hope we can fix you," Larry said, "It'd be fucking sick if you could be in our show."
Larry stuck around in the basement, keeping the woman company as she sat in the chair, limp and naked. Larry sat just next to the woman, his back to her as though he were trying to avoid eye contact. Which he was. Her bloodshot eyes honestly freaked him the fuck out.
Around nine in the morning the next day, Larry had found a text that told him Avigan had found the instruction booklet, and all that needed to be done was to pop the third backbone in place and screw the jaw piece together.
"Seems simple enough," Larry said to himself. He got up and walked out of the basement, coming back with a hammer and a set of screwdrivers. He got the robotic lagomorph to lay on the floor belly-down while he worked. It wasn't as easy as it sounded; several parts stuck together as though it was glued together, and red chunks came out in batches as the backbone was snapped back in place. And it took him four times to find the right screwdriver to fix the jaw piece. When he eventually did, he was hot and tired from not getting any sleep last night.
Larry sat the robot up again, admiring his hard work and perseverance. He nodded, wiping his forehead and briefly congratulating himself on a job well done.
As he got up to put his tools away, he heard a mechanical whirring behind him. Turning around, he looked in horror as he saw that the woman in the suit was gone.
Larry began to panic as he lost sight of the broken robot, becoming anxious that at any moment it could potentially slaughter him if it wanted.
The maintenance worker sped up the stairs to put all his tools in the garage, and managed to do so without anything happening to him.
He wasn't so lucky on the way back.
"Hey there, handsome. Thanks for fixing me. I feel like I owe you…"
Wow, a lot of people requested a third installment! Thank you all so much for keeping me motivated! I apologize for the late upload, but I'll try to be a lot more consistent from now on! Once again, I am STILL a virgin as of now (yes, STILL), so any details concerning sexual intercourse are completely accidental. Also, I encourage anyone who has a question or a compliment to private message me, and I'll respond to you ask quick as I can! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you this Saturday with a brand new chapter!
