Oh, COME ON! C2 shrieks in distress and agitation. How are you still here?! You should be gone! The reversal should have smitten you!
Worthless, weak, and ineffective. I always come back.
Back for another round of butt-kicking! C3 grows and cracks her knuckles. Reservation for one to an all you can receive butt kicking!
That was SOOO lame C3.
Shut up sugar coated fairy!
Guys! Chica tackles her other halves to the ground to avoid the attack of the dark cloud looming. Now's not the time, we gotta get that thing out of here!
The portal void! We're in the clear when he gets deleted from your system.
We have to hurry, you're waking up! C3 points to the panel initialing her physical startup with the entity looming over it.
Don't let him touch it! The three Chicas rush to engage in combat, each meeting a comeback as the nameless entity morphs into a reflection of each, enabling him to combat successfully.
Foolish bots, you cannot defeat me! I contain remnants of each of your code, studying you for months upon end. You have no power over me!
He emits a grunt when C3 topples onto his head, banging on the cranium like a box of banjos, but with him having a ghostly appearance, he shifts, causing C3 to fall face first and grumbling.
Where did he go? C2's panicking before the nameless entity forms around her, tossing her towards the wall on the other end. He fills the room, caking the atmosphere in a heavy cloudy mist, impossible for them to see each other or their surroundings.
As much as I'm entertained by your foolishness. He rumbles over them. I have a world to conquer and no more time to waste.
Not so fast cloudy! Chica sneers, protecting the control panel. You're not going to win that easily.
Foolish chicken! You are merely a subconscious thought, destined to dwindle away into nothingness.
Not without a fight. You want to take control of me? You're going to have to tear my body apart before I let you hurt anymore people!
It starts laughing, he starts laughing. Deep and maniacal as he grows to tower over her, pouncing onto her without a second's notice.
Then there is a drift. An unforgiving coldness and emptiness. She feels her body floating. Great, back in this stupid void!
She hears C2 and C3 calling for her at a distance, noting the size diameter of a circle. It's smaller than the last time she encountered it. Why did it appear so tiny? Alone in the midst of the darkness, she's hovering over what appears to be a colorless yet noticeable whirlwind, eating away at what comes into close proximity. The deletion system. Except, she wasn't alone.
My dear child, you underestimate me. He taunts, his voice present but his form elsewhere. You really think you can undermine what you've been created to do?
A lighter shade of darkness emits before her, previewing a series of clips. The first being a mechanical bird shifting left and right on stage. The shade brightens only to display color. The bird was bigger, clumpier, more yellow...
...it's her? Geez! How many Chicas are there?
How cute, you really do believe that you are 'one of a kind'? Pathetic. You have been nothing but an existence formed from my ingenuity.
A scream is heard, the shade shifting to the next scene as the chunkier Chica is cramming an older man into what appeared to be another casing of an animatronic. The gore of his organs spilling as the endoskeletons and wiring pierce his body renders her with fear. Yet, in the darkness of the void, she couldn't feel it.
There is nothing special about you. You have and will always be a copy of my design, for my purpose and glory.
Another image shifts to the sounds of children screaming as her, her current self, grabbing and wrangling children, trickles of blood peering out their sockets as they begged for their lives, only to fail and go limbless. With that last image drilled into her head, the shade disperse as he grabs her by the throat. Hovering closer to the deletion vortex, snippets of her being caught the grasp of the vortex, allowing for it to chip a piece and into the current, coding the piece into nonexistence.
Now good riddance, you useless chicken. I have got a world to conquer and I will start with your pathetic human friends.
Don't you dare touch them!
And who are you to stop me? He asks with a chuckle, lowering her to the vortex. Nothing that is her comes to aid against a losing fight into deletion.
Give up and relax. Perhaps the deletion will not hurt as much as you think.
Hands off her, pal! A shift pushes Chica away from the graveling forces of the vortex, allowing her to witness C3 fighting against the entity. The only one getting deleted is you and so be it if it takes me with you!
C3! Chica tries against the drift to aid her subconscious with no avail. C3 and the entity are getting closer to the grasp of the current. C3!
Get out of here Chica! Go now!
C3 no!
Release me, you foolish peck! I will not have you undermine... I am...
The entity's pointless statements fall on death's ears, for the current has gained traction of its next victim, pulling apart the coding in a rapid speed. And because of C3's close proximity, it grabs ahold of her, dragging her into the endless pit.
No!
Chica! Get out of there! Tumble so the void's resistance can flow around you and not push you in the direction that won't get you deleted. Think of a human doing a cartwheel! C2's hollering from a distance and with the advice, Chica prompts herself into the position, flipping multiple times until she's close enough to the portal for C2 to pull her in. Chica immediately runs to the portal, pressing all types of buttons.
What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to get C3 back!
Chica –
She didn't have to do it!
Chica!
What!
Just focus. C2 instructs. This is your mind; you are in control. There's nothing here that can go against you. Nothing voluntary at least. Remember, no one is a threat...
Unless I deem them to be. Chica finishes, closing her eyes. 'Come on Chica, focus, focus, focus!'
It took forever. It seemed like forever, hopelessness hanging onto a thread before the sounds of running footsteps were heard. C3 bursts into the room, looking around frantically, before her eyes land on her other halves and she glares. Chica gulps. Did she resummon the evil version of herself?
You two... have the nerve to be up here without me? What kind of beings are you? C3's fussing before Chica throws herself at her, breathing a sigh of relief.
You're back!
Back where, I never left. Did you get hit in the head with a pizza box? C3 scoffs. Chica looks at her lighter self in disbelief.
Like I said before. She's rebooted, so her recalls are off.
Who are you calling reboot, prissy! C3 turns to cuss C2 out, with C2 rolling her eyes as if it's a daily occurrence. It probably is now that Chica's learned of her subconscious' existence.
Hey, there's a lot that we have to explain to you. Chica rested her hand on C3's shoulder. We can talk about it on the way.
On the way to where?
Chica smiles. Home.
She presses the button, allowing her to open her eyes, back into the field that she never left.
Back to reality. The recalibration has brought her system to a 52% power, which she'd immediately switch into power saving mode. The bullets have tainted some parts of her body that need to be recalibrated along with dozens of other things. If C2's calculations were correct, she should have enough to power through back to the PizzaPlex.
Oof! Repair is not going to be an easy one.
That is somewhat the least of our concerns.
Can't fight that two-timing tiger on a knock off system.
Fighting? Now you're speaking my lingo.
Speaking of understanding the same lingo, I'm hungry! Can we get pizza on the way?
No!
No!
I was just asking! Geez, no need to be so rude!
Chica laughs to herself, looking off to the distance.
"Alright, let's get back home."
