Hello people of Earth, reading my story! Theresnoconsistency here with Chapter 2 of Scrapped. I don't really have much I want to say; just a few things I forgot to tell you about what lie ahead.
*Chapter 1 is probably the shortest chapter. The rest seem to be double-triple the length. No guarantees [I'm not quite done writing yet].
*Things may seem a little boring and uneventful now, but they get better. Eventually…
*There are a few swear words here and there, so BE WARNED; BE WARBED.
*Death occurs.
*Enjoy!
Scrapped- Chapter 2 - Junked
We hardly move for the rest of the truck ride, save for a shift of position every once in a while. After maybe an hour, the truck stops. I hear the cab doors open and close, then voice talking, moving towards the truck door, which suddenly rolls up, and light once again fills the space. Our owner, the stranger, and a new man in dirty clothing all enter the truck.
"Do ya have sum thin' te get 'em out o' here with?" asks the dirty man. Our owner looks to the stranger from the restaurant.
"Shit! I left the dollies at the restaurant!" he exclaims. Our owner mutters something and kicks the side of the truck with his toe.
"Why don' we jes' push 'em out?" suggests the grubby man.
"Worth a shot!" the stranger says.
"Fine," grumbles our owner. They all three pick Vixen up and throw her out of the truck. I'm too far from the opening to see what the ground looks like, but judging by the crunch of metal and plastic I hear when she hits it, it probably isn't soft. Our owner reaches for Marion, but the grubby man stops him and knocks on Marion's chest.
"Jest as I thought- this thing's solid plastic."
"So?" asks the owner.
"So, I'm not gonna get any money off scrap plastic."
"Then where should I take it?"
"I don' care; jes' not here" says the grubby man, ending the argument. The three continue to toss each of us out of the truck. Eventually, I am lifted up by my arm, dragged to the opening, and shoved out roughly. I hit hard, and hear a crunching sound as my muzzle cracks. Bonbon lands on top of me, and I see the top of one of his ears tumble a few feet away. All of us are lying in a heap on the ground. I look back into the truck.
The stranger is closing the roll door, and doesn't notice as Marion mouths one final "Goodbye," to us all. And the door slams shut; with Marion inside.
"He's gone… and I might never see him again," I whisper to myself, as the reality sinks in. The grubby man gives some money to the stranger and our owner. The two then get in the truck, which drives away. The grubby man, who seems to have bought us, walks over and pulls us out of our pile, writing something on each of our foreheads (or in Bonnie's case, remaining arm) as he picks us out, the walks away, leaving us sprawled on the ground. When we're sure he's gone, we stand up.
I get a good look at our surrounds. The ground is hard, compacted dirt, while almost the entire area is fenced off. A sign stands tall in the direction that the truck drove off to, saying "Pikey's Metal Salvage Yard." I assume Pikey is the grubby man who just bought us.
"Guys, look!" I hear BB say. He is pointing to a beat up white car. "It's a car!" BB dashes over and looks inside. "There's no people in this one," he says glumly, walking back towards us.
"Hey, everybody, shush. There's people coming," says Bonnie. Two teenage boys approach us.
"Woah, what are these?" asks one.
"Creepy," says the other.
"Dude, I wonder what would happen if we put one of these through the crusher. You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I don't know. Aren't they supposed to be here for ninety days before we crush them?" He points to Chica's forehead. "Says here they just got here today."
"Bluh, bluh, bluh; who cares? C'mon!" interrupts the first one as he runs off.
"Uncle Pikey's gonna get mad!" calls the other, chasing the first. Once again, our group is alone.
"Teddy, what does that mean?" asks BB.
"What does what mean?" I ask.
"Crushed," he says nervously. Before I get the chance to answer, I am interrupted by CC.
"Guys, remember we're still a family," she says.
"Right," responds Chica.
"Everyone, shh!" Fred says. A forklift glides over, one of the boys from before riding inside, and the other riding on the outside. They hop off and walk to Foxy, who happened to be closest to the forklift, lie him down on the spears, then drive away. As soon as they leave, Vixen marches foreword.
"We need to save him," she says, determined, hardly looking back at us. Fred shakes his head.
"No," he says. Vixen stops and turns around. "You can't. There's nothing we can do."
"Can't we at least try?" argues Vixen.
"No. I'm sorry," says Fred, even though he doesn't sound sorry.
"Who made you leader?" pipes up CC.
"I'm Freddy Fazbear. I'm always leader," he says.
"Well, I'm Freddy Fazbear, too," I say.
"Woah, step down off your pedestal there, mister." Fred sneers. "I'm the original Freddy Fazbear; which means I'm stronger, smarter, and a better leader."
"That's enough, Fred," says Chica.
"Well, I don't care what you say." Vixen says. "I'm going to go help Foxy. Who else is coming?" Nobody moves. Vixen looks at me, desperately. "I'm sorry," I say quietly. If it were up to me, I would have gone to help Foxy, but Fred is not someone to disobey.
"Fine. I'll go by myself." she goes again to leave.
"You may go, but if you do, you cannot come back to us. Am I clear?" Fred says calmly. I can tell Vixen is debating never seeing Foxy again, or never seeing the rest of us again. She returns to the group. "Good. Now, if we want to avoid Foxy's fate, then-"
"His fate?! Does that mean he's…" speaks up BB.
"I'm afraid so," says Bonbon.
"May I finish? Thank you." says Fred gruffly. "If we want to avoid his untimely departure, then we need to get out of here tonight."
"So now you're ready to act?!" Vixen yells.
"There is a difference between moving around at night with no people around, and moving around in broad daylight where any human can see us! And I will thank you not to interrupt me." I'm about to point out that that's what we're doing right now, but think against it.
"What's so bad about humans?" interrupts Bonbon, quickly realizing his mistake.
"What's so bad? What's so BAD?! I'll tell you what's so bad. When humans see us moving around by ourselves, they think we're glitching. And do you remember why we're in this mess in the first place? Because humans thought we were glitching! So unless you want a faster ticket to this infamous 'crusher', I suggest only moving at night. Honestly….See this is why I'm the leader here. Because you newbies are too stupid, too idiotic, to know the simplest of things!" he barks.
"Back off, Fred," I say defensively, protecting Bonbon. Fred glares at me.
"Guys, stop fighting," says Chica. "It's not going to get us anywhere. Fred, you said you have a plan to get out of here. So, what is it?"
"Thank you, Chica. At least someone around here doesn't have their head two feet deep up their ass," the angry bear says, looking at me, Bonbon, CC, BB, and Vixen. He continues. "Now, tonight…"
That's all for Chapter 2. Hope to update again soon. Good-bye-bye!
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