Had some writers block and other things but I'm back now
Getting things rolling now that Ive done some world building, now for the fun (and drama) and Yes the toy will be showing up soon (but wont be all sunshine and rainbows)
"I'm...just not fully sure how to help him out Jennifer." A woman sighed as she took a drink of tea. Jennifer copied the sigh and motion across the table. She had called Alice Harris,her therapist, earlier in the day about a friend that was in trouble and needed advice on just how to go about fixing him. During her sessions in the past, the her and the older woman had become pretty close friends and Jennifer found she could call her for anything, which made her feel uneasy about not contacting her during her relapse during her week at the diner, but she bit it down and focused on more important things. Jennifer invited her over for tea and coffee, during which she explained the problem with Bonnie. Although changing several things like his name...the fact that he died...and the fact he was possessing a robot body, she went into detail about his panic attack and how angry he had gotten towards her, again omitting the change in color and voice.
"There's nothing that can be done to help...Billy?" Jennifer asked almost pleading with the doctor.
"Not really. See all traumatic experiences are different; your rape is different than the next persons, Billy's near death incident is going to be different than say...John's. Not only that be each trigger is going to be different as well as each recovery method. For example...your method of befriending male coworkers and getting close to them to the point of you being comfortable enough to be somewhat flirty and open with them is helping you, but another rape victim might have a severe attack just looking at a guy. Helping a guy who almost died in a car crash and afraid of being in a car by having him slowly overcome by sitting by a car...then in passenger side...then sitting in the driver seat might help him...but just being in a kitchen seems to set this Billy off." Alice paused as she clutched her cup of tea and furrowed her brow. Jennifer sighed feeling defeated, until Alice spoke up again.
"Unless...OK listen. There is this theory going around about how to treat SOME events like this; Positive psychological relearning,... taking a severely contrasting positive event to overwrite the negative one."
"Huh?"
"OK think it as like a dog or a child. Usually, when during the learning phases, if something happens to cause pain...the brain records it to act accordingly in the future. Some brains though, react more...violently to severe events and the reaction in the future becomes much more drastic. Like why some dogs are fine around loud noises like guns and fireworks, while others shit on the floor and hide under beds, or some dogs learn instantly from one zap of a training collar, while some take forever, why some people can brush off a car wreck like no biggie...while others vomit just looking at a car."
"OK makes sense...but what does this...Positive relearning do?"
"So with a dog, you slowly try to introduce them to the loud noises, little at a time until a firework is ignored, it sometimes works...sometimes not, but its a start. With humans, takes a bit more to overcome the bad, which is why the theory is...well...just a theory."
"Ah, bummer thought you were going to give me an answer to it, "Jennifer chuckles, then a thought hit her, "Say...would something really special be positive?"
"How special?" Alice asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Well...say... just as a thought and not a plan,... but what about say...first kiss?"
"Jennifer," Her tone got low and serious, "That might work...but don't do that to yourself. If your not fully ready for intimacy with a guy...and try to force yourself to do something like that it might set you back."
"Oh right I didn't mean me...just as a general question." Jennifer blushed, being honest. She had NO intention of trying anything with Bonnie...unless...maybe it would help him and maybe her, "But...if I was ready...or at least thought I was..."
Alice sighed, "Jennifer...you've come a long way since that night...but...I don't know...maybe." She paused as she thought hard on it, "IF you start small and lead up to it until you feel uneasy then back off...maybe...but pace it out."
Jennifer nodded as she smiled softly, a small plan forming in her mind of how to proceed when Alice broke her from her planning, "So...how is working for that..place."
Jennifer thought it was odd the way she hesitated at the last word, "Not bad, night shift is pretty fun surprisingly. Kids seem to love it." She stopped at the odd look on her face and a thought hit Jennifer, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh uh no reason...just..."
Jennifer cut her off softly, "Not to pry or anything...but the murdered kids...did you...know any of them?"
Alice sighed hard...a tear forming, "Yea...a...little girl I fostered years ago...she...was a troubled kid...lost her parents young and was very unruly...but also very sweet. She..." Alice started to cry lightly, "She left to just go clear her head...it was the anniversary of the accident and she...never came home. I loved her...I really did. I haven't fostered since."
Jennifer walked around the table and hugged her doctor as she sobbed, not sure if she should say anything to her about Chica, "I'm sure she loved you just as much."
"Yea...I hope so."
"Yea...probably would've baked you a huge 'I love you' cake." Jennifer chuckled as she turned away from the table to refill her cup. When she turned back she noticed this shocked look on Alice's face, not sure what she let slip.
"How...how did you know that?"
"What?" Jennifer asked, getting nervous as the older woman stood from her chair staring Jennifer down.
"About the cake thing. She LOVED to bake all the time...it was the one thing we bonded over."
Jennifer took a step back into her counter, "I...I guessed... one of the gals at work loves to back too and mentioned she does it for her mom all the time."
"Don't lie to me Jennifer...I can tell when you do. Please...we've been friends for a while now. Tell me the truth." Alice glared softly as she took another step towards her. "Please."
Jennifer sighed, "I...Want to...so badly...but...you wont believe me. I barely believe it myself and I best friends with them."
"Try me."
"OK...One of my friends at the diner...she loves to bake...but I know NOTHING about her past."
"What is her name?" Alice asked softly.
Jennifer sighed almost wanting to laugh at how stupid this will sound, "I...Don't know her real name."
"What...how...why not?" Alice huffed.
"Because I only know her by her current name of Chica."
"Chica? As in...Spanish for girl...or the name of the duck at the diner?"
"Chica...is a chicken...and yes." Jennifer looked away feeling stupid as fuck.
"I see...well...,,"Alice paused as she tried to recompose her emotions, "Besides, I know Claire is long dead...must be a weird coincidence."
Jennifer rubbed the back of her head sighing, "Yea."
Alice collected her things and walked to the door, stopping to turn to Jennifer giving her a soft smile, "Sorry Jen, it brought up a few things and I overreacted, I'm sorry."
"Its fine Alice, just been a weird time for me too." Jennifer returned the smile, before Alice left her apartment leaving Jennifer alone. She sighed as she ran some hot water to let the dishes soak. She leaned on her counter trying to make sense of this, 'No way...no way Chica is Claire...that be way to weird and odd' she thought. 'But...then again, Foxy is the childhood best friend of my ex...so maybe?'
She shook her head, needing to relax. She made her way to her bedroom and shutting the door as she grab her 'toy' from her dresser and undressed, hoping this would help her unwind before the night.
She felt a bit lighter as she walked to the diner, although the train of thought regarding Chica's name was front and foremost, no matter how much 'relaxing' she had done earlier. 'Could...it be possible that her therapists foster daughter...be the little girl that became Chica?' She walked on autopilot, not paying attention to where so was going, her gaze unfocused to the odd colored carpet, not realizing that someone was following her to the security office. 'Seriously...how could it be this much of a coincidence?...They say its a small world but this?...This is overly small...Maybe I should...' ACCKK
Her thoughts were interrupted as someone gently hugged her from behind, soft feminine golden hands slowly roaming over her form, "Goldie?" She whisper yelled, teeth grinding from being scared, "You scared the fuck out of me."
Goldie giggled as she let Jennifer go, the human spinning to face her, "Don't see how...I was talking up a storm to ya but ya seemed to ignore me..." Goldie winked, "Even when I said if you don't answer me I was going to show what you've been missing." Goldie waved a hand over her own body, sending Jennifer into a blushing fit.
"Oh you," She playfully shoved the Golden bear away, "Sorry have a lot on my mind today."
"I've noticed...Like what?" The two began walked again to the security office. Jennifer sighed as she explained what she told Alice, even down to her suggestion of possibly helping by giving Bonnie a first kiss or something. Goldie stood there listening intently and silent for it, herself deep in thought, "Well...it be a good idea there hun...but would a kiss be that big of a help? I mean...a first kiss is a huge thing from a certain person at times, especially for guys pining for a crush...but would it be enough to overcome all that anger?"
"I don't know...It was just a thought." Jennifer shrugged, she knew deep down it would possible take more than a kiss...but...
"And say it was you that gave it...yes he has this crush on you but is a big enough crush to have this work...or would he want more and...well..." Goldie trailed off, knowing that IF Jen was to be the one to work any feminine magic on Bonnie...would she be able to given her past rape...and would Bonnie be able to keep himself in check to let Jennifer do it her way and not have his hormones rage and make things worse. This was a big risk...that could swing either way.
"Would...would you help me?" Jennifer looked at the golden ursine, the asked figure's eyebrows raised, almost wanting to laugh if Jennifer was suggesting the she be the one to 'kiss' Bonnie, "Not with physically helping him...I'll...I'll be the one to actually do...whatever I decide to do. But maybe...be around close by in case something goes wrong?" Jennifer sighed as she placed her bag down on the floor of the office, "Not to imply that Bonnie would...force me or anything...but if my plan backfires and he goes go all...shadowy..." She trailed off. Goldie placed her palm on her shoulder and gave her an understanding smile.
Jennifer smiled back, almost giggling as a thought hit her, "But no voyeuring Goldie...I don't need performance anxiety."
Goldie chuckled as well, winking as she grinned ear to ear, causing Jennifer to blush at her next statement, "Aw...come on sis...I haven't had much fun lately...need a little something to get me off...throw me a bone here."
Jennifer turned even redder, trying to throw it back at her, "Maybe I will later...or...or maybe instead of a bone..I'll throw you something a bit softer." She hip bumped the bear only to have her laughing her head off.
"Oh sweetie...that was so adorable...especially the stuttering." Goldie leaned in close, giving a quick peck on her cheek,"If you want some real lessons on the finer points of flirting...Ill give a private oral exam later at your place." Goldie winked again, this time laughing even harder as Jennifer hit critical levels of blushing. She stood straight up and hugged the poor flustered human, her face buried into her soft fur above her breasts, "Just giving you some grief...and lighten this mood."
Jennifer muffled a laugh in Goldie's chest before pulling up for air, "Thanks...I needed it."
"And yes...I think it might work...but DONT push it Jen, or yourself...You've said your getting better around guys...Id hate to see you become the recluse you probably were."
Jennifer nodded as they broke the hug, not a second before the clock chimed ten, signaling the start to her shift. Bright lights and soft whooshing told the two that the band was up and ready. She grabbed the camera tablet and her phone, letting Goldie leave first as Jennifer followed, her thought returning to not just Bonnie, but the yellow girl now hopping from the stage, looking excited at the human as her and Goldie exited the hallway.