"Stop whining!" Chica pushed herself into Izzy, or at least tried to.

Hey! Izzy thought, mind wandering away with hope, Thunder thighs DO save lives!

"Stop pushiiiiiinggggggg!" Chica whined petulantly, "It's not faaaaaaaaaaaaiiiirrrr!"

"You tryin' t'kill me isn't fair!" Izzy protested, "so grow up!"

Snapped ankles having healed up enough after dragging herself around the room, Izzy had stood up again. Chica had charged in that waddling way of hers, and Izzy agily threw the chicken over her head.

Easy peasy.

But now Izzy was pinned, arms above her head and locked with Chica's hand. Easy enough to stall by pushing the yellow tub of feathers and stuffing away with her legs.

"C'mooooon!" Chica continued to whine, "It's not fair. It's not fair at all!"

"It's not fair what?"

"That you can just do this!" Chica moaned.

"Do what?" Izzy asked loudly, "What's yer problem?"

"That I can't play with my toy!" Chica yelled with growing static in her damaged voice, face melting, "I made you!"

"Made me what?"

"You're the toy he gave me! So play with me!" Chica snarled, latex face not showing anything more than the lopsided grin of burnt plastic.

Her neon orange beak smeared with black rot fell off, showing rows of metal teeth and her square skull.

Izzy, really starting to feel the burn squealed at the released smell…

"Hey." Bonnie said. He touched with a ghostly, scarred hand at the girl's blue hair.

She was on the floor, face down.

"You look like me now."

She stayed unresponsive.

Bonnie stayed in his crouch, looking at her pigtails and the flowing sea of plastic strands of hair. He touched them, and felt nothing.

No sensation.

He lifted an arm.

Covered in scars.

Some spiralled and slashed, or zigged, then zagged, but they were always even.

Always symmetrical on her. "Hey, you look like me now!"

She'd emploded from the force of overwhelming pink smoke.

"I'm sorry I ripped your hair out last time." Bonnie said, glasses too big and round for his face, "I just wanted to play."

He dropped the jointed limb and criss-cross applesauced. "Are you mad at me?"

Bonnie touched the pool of red and black forming around her. He started drawing a bunny head, with big, round eyes.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Silence.

"Dad got tickets in the mail one day. They wanted us to come here and play." Bonnie said, wanting to fill the needy silence, "I didn't mean to play so rough, I just didn't know I was."

The girl in purple and blue stayed quiet as she lay on the floor.

"Are you asleep?"

No answer.

He laid down. He looked at the tiny crown still clipped in her tangled hair and grabbed it. Turning it around and around in his small hands, counting one, two, three rhinestones in orange and pink in the gold material. He couldn't tell what it was.

"Goodnight."

Princess was showered with black Dahlia petals, crown rolling on the floor as the remains of Bonnie on the other side of the room slumped over, pink smoke still evaporating into the air...

"...I'm sorry."

"What?" Dolli Mae pulled away from Vinnie's lips, "Why?"

"Because I killed you."

"Whaaaat?" She chuckled, arms around his neck, "Now when was this?"

"Last summer." He said, gold eyes blinking slowly.

"What?" Dolli Mae stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry." Vinnie said, face of dark stone, "Please don't be mad."

"Wait." Dolli Mae put a hand on his chest. "Y'all here sum'n?"