{Chica's POV}
"Could you hand me that wrench please?" I tilted my head to see Angel reaching her hand out to me. I shook myself and grabbed the tool she was pointing at, and gave it to her.
"Thanks," Angel deftly inserted the wrench into the hole where Bonnie's ear used to reside, twisting it around. Setting it down, she picked up a screwdriver, repeating the same process.
"This will allow you to move your ear. However, it is only temporary. Any crazy, erratic ear movement will cause your ear to fall out of it's socket," Angel gently patted Bonnie's head next to the ear cavity. His other ear flinched.
{Angel's POV}
Freddy had been watching me this whole time. Not with anger, but with a kind of sadness, that made me feel, bad. Like I had done something that caused him sadness, and pain. Well, I kinda did, embarrassing him, locking up his jaw. I would have appreciated it if that wasn't the course we had taken, but Freddy decided that one. Mind you, he pushed me.
I gently twisted the wrench, not wanting to tighten the bolt too much. Doing that on an animatronics' leg can raise hell with them. I had already finished Bonnie's ear, and was now finishing Freddy's knee. He hadn't given me any trouble; he just casually watched me, flinching a little when I moved my arm quickly or something.
I stood up, admiring my handiwork, and started walking back to my bag, when I stopped. Turning back, I reached my hand behind Freddy's head. He flinched as I flipped the switch that unlocked his jaw.
I clicked from one camera to another, trying to follow A-1 as she raced through the factory. She bolted through the hallways, stopping at corners and peering around them, and then bolting away as if she had been seen by something, or someone. She ended up in what was left of the night guard's office.
She's been doing this ever since...that, and it's really starting to bother me. I've showed the videos I've recorded of this bizarre behavior to my co-workers, and they are as clueless as I am. A-1 isn't afraid of the other kitties, she's actually more of a ruler over them, one that they don't want, appreciate, or trust. She's always forcing them to come after me, and bring me to her. Always me.
Bonnie walked up to the table, gently twitching his broken ear, getting a feel for it.
"Everything okay?" I looked up, nodding, and gave him a smile. Red starting coloring his cheeks, and he looked away, trying to cover the blush. Too cute.
A few minutes later, I was typing at my computer, filling out yet, another order form. Bonnie had wandered off, somewhere down the West Hall.
He walked back to the table, all traces of the blush gone.
"Angel," I looked up at him, "who's Lucky Cat?" I chuckled.
"Lucky, is one of two reasons why I still go to the factory. Wait, no, three. Reason one, I need the money, reason two, Lucky would not survive a day if I wasn't there, and reason three, we haven't been sued enough yet so that we have to shut down," I opened a new tab and went to YouTube. I signaled Bonnie to come around the table. I started scrolling through the videos.
"That's a lot of videos," Bonnie commented.
"I try to make one every day. Mainly to show the world what it is we go through. Ah, here we go," I clicked on the video.
"The people in this video in all the fancy clothing are, in short, people who want good reasons to sue us, and who I personally want to sue us," The video was still loading.
"Why would you want them to sue you?"
"The sooner they sue us, the sooner we can all get out of there," The video was finally done loading.
The camera's view showed the Repair Room, a room about three-fourths the size of the Dining Area, that had an almost mini stage against the back wall. We would stand on that stage while repairing the kitties.
Alright everyone, right this way please. I led the group of fancy people through the Repair Room, my factory uniform sporting a few oil stains, as per usual. The people were looking around, scribbling on their clipboards, whispering to each other as we walked.
So, what are you taking us to see now? One woman asked, her platinum blonde hair a tip off to her massive paycheck.
I'm taking you to meet who we call Lucky Cat. In her time here, she has suffered the least, casualties, shall we call them, however her story is more horrific.
What happened? Another woman asked, a brunette. Previously in the tour, she was one of two who showed any compassion towards the kitties, the other being me.
She had a very rough beginning. She was activated before her systems had been set up, so she was awake while being worked on and, it was a very traumatic experience for her. I was the one who helped her in that ordeal, which is part of the reason why we have such a close bond. The other part is that she was attacked by A-1, who took a metal pipe and crushed up to half of her intelligence with it. The woman gasped, one of the men looked a little surprised.
Can we see her? The woman asked.
Of course.
Is she friendly? One of the other people asked.
Very. The most dangerous this she will do, is give you a hug. And purr at you. I walked to the side of the room, where there was a little alcove that you could only get into by means of a set of stairs.
Why are there stairs? The blonde asked.
Fun fact: Lucky is the only one who knows how to climbs stairs, as well as ladders.
Why?
So she can escape from A-1. One of the men chuckled.
Then she is one, 'lucky' girl. The other people chuckled at his joke. At the sound of her name, something in the alcove started purring. It was slightly mechanical, but purring none the less. Robotic fingers eased their way around the corner, followed by the tip of an ear.
It's okay, sweetie. It's okay, Lucky girl. I cooed. Lucky peeked her head around the corner, her sapphire eyes widening at the sight of the people. Her purring went up a pitch. Her pulled her head back into the alcove.
Come on Lucky. It's okay. Here, take my hand. I reached my hand out, stepping up onto the stairs. Lucky peeked her head out again, looking at my hand, then at me, then back to my hand, which she reached out and took it. She walked over the stairs, holding my hand all the way. Before we could walk back to the group, Lucky gave me a hug. Considering she is six feet tall, she had to bend over a little to do this.
Hey, sweetie pie. Who's a pretty girl, hmmm? Who's a pretty girl. Yes, you are, yes you are. I spoke to her lovingly, while giving her a firm back rub.
From the 1980's to now, animatronics designed to be around people, have had sensors built into their backs and their hands. When these area's have contact made with them, it's sends a signal to their intelligence that sort of acts like a reward. So, we use back rubbing, as a treat if you will. Because it just feels so good. I gave Lucky a pat on the back, and turned around to address the group, when she gave me a hug from behind.
Is there anything special about her? Someone asked.
Their intelligence is set to be around that of a seven year old. And since her, 'accident', she now, basically resembles an autistic child, in a way.
How does she speak?
I-I d-don't-t. The group gasped, as Lucky's voice echoed through the room. The room was silent for a couple of seconds before I spoke up.
Often. It hurts her to speak. I explained.
Robot's don't feel pain. One of the men stated.
While you are in this building sir, you will refer to the animatronics as people, otherwise we will escort you out.
Out of the two of us, miss, which has a higher status?
Out of the two of us, sir, which has a bachelor's degree in animatronics and actually knows what they are talking about? That shut him up.
Okay, from here on in, we are going to need to use the emergency staircase system, as a means to avoid A-1. I led the group over to the staircase. The end of the video showed me giving Lucky a serious backrub, the 'tronic cat purring like it was the end of the world. Her ears twitched every other moment.
Chica made an 'awwing' sound. The chicken had made her way around the table after the video began, and was now marveling at Lucky's apparent cuteness. Freddy chuckled.
"She seems like quite the character," he commented.
"That she is, Freddy. Quick question. I know this is the only, uh, how should I put it, technical meeting you've had with her, but do you guys think she would do well here? Performing wise and such?" Freddy looked at me, wide-eyed.
"You mean...having her...come here?" I nodded. "Why?"
"When we finally get sued enough that we have to close, everything will go. The building will be taken down, the equipment used to build the 'tronics will be sold...and the 'tronics themselves, will be destroyed," Chica gasped. "I know, I know, but it is the best thing we can do for them. They have been through hell, are going through hell, and it isn't worth replacing every, single, intelligence, as mean as it sounds. It's like trying to save a rabid dog; the only thing you can do is put them out of their misery. And out of all of them, Lucky is the only one worth saving, as she has never been shot with a taser, never been shot with a bullet, and is, technically speaking, the most mentally stable of all of them, "
"Shot, with a taser?" Chica asked.
"Yes, and now because of that, A-1 has a whole about this big," I made a medium-sized hole with my fingers. "Running right through her intelligence. If I was to hold it up to my eye, I could look through it to the other side." The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Here let me show you," I thought for a second. "You don't, by any chance, have a projector here, do you? I feel it would be easier for us to watch instead of crowding in front of this little screen." Bonnie gave me the 'one-minute' gesture, and jogged off to the back, and returned carrying the projector and the rolled up screen.
In another couple of minutes, I had the projector set-up, and ready to go. I was looking for the video of one of my day-shifts. Upon finding it, I opened it.
The video started out with a view of the repair room from the mini-stage.
Hello everyone! Angel here. I just arrived at work about 5 minutes ago. I just put on my vest, and gun belt. And, well. Now we wait.
For A-1 that is. My co-worker Amy was standing off to my right, and when I turned to look at her, she smiled for the camera. Then she looked towards the doorway.
Oh God. Now I turned and looked. A-1 strolled through the doorway.
Okay bitch, keep walking. That's right. Good girl, keep walking. I said under my breath. A-1 continued strolling across the room, taking her time. She slowed for a second, and then headed in the direction of A-2.
Keep walking, girl. Keep walking. Closer...and closer...and closer.
Don't do it baby, good girl. Keep going. She was not five feet from him...four feet, three. She stopped next to him, and opening her mouth slightly, cocked her head in his direction.
Oh God no...A-1 turned and sank her teeth into A-2's shoulder, giving it a yank. She then grabbed his left arm, and letting go with her mouth, twisted it behind his back, you could her the metal creaking through the audio. A-2 screamed the whole time, his cries so hauntingly human. A-1 then twisted his left leg at an angle that would have broken a normal human leg. She then threw him to the ground, growling. She turned to us...and smiled.
I didn't turn around to face the mascots behind me, for I already knew what I would see. Faces of shock. Faces of disbelief.
Oh my God oh my God.
Amy, calm down. I'll distract her, and you get him to a back room. I walked along the stage until I was standing across from A-1.
Hey, Bitchface. A-1 turned to look at me. Yeah, you. Let's go. Right now. Me and you. I jumped off the stage and put my hands up as if I was going to start boxing. A-1 started towards me. I jumped back on the stage before she could grab me, and I stood just out of her reach.
Now listen here. I, am getting sick of this. Sick. To my stomach. No more attacking, no more, bending of limbs, nothing. I quickly peeked around A-1 to see Amy helping A-2 into a back room.
There's a storm coming, kitty. And it's headed right. for. you. I pointed my finger at her for emphasis. Then I backed away and ran along the stage to the back room, hearing her hiss as I reached the door.
I turned around in my chair, to see Chica staring at me in shock. Her wings were over her beak, and she was breathing hard, if that was even possible.
"Oh my God," she whispered. Freddy shifted his eyes to me.
"That was A-1?" I nodded. "And Lucky isn't like that?"
"Not one ounce the same," I turned back around in my chair and pulled up another video.
This time Amy and I were standing on the emergency stair system. Before the video really got going, I paused it.
"Now, I am going to point out, that the stair system is way too high for a normal animatronic to jump," I stated, then started the video again.
"What.." was all Bonnie could get out before,
CLANG! A-1 had jumped up and grabbed the top railing of the walkway, swinging her hand at us, and snarling. Amy screamed as A-1 reached for her head, and thankfully missed. She then turned her attention to me. Her snarl then turned to a roar, as she reached for me. However, she was stopped short.
Her body jolted back as I shot her with my gun, five rounds becoming buried into her neck and head. Then Amy and I watched as A-1's body slowly leaned back, and fell from the walkway, crashing to the floor.
We scurried to the edge, and looking over, our breaths were caught short.
A-1 wasn't moving
Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I'm fucked. I'm so fucked. I cursed under my breath. Even though A-1 was a walking killing machine, the boss treated her like a prized possession, which was even more confusing, as he was the one who ordered us to start tasering her.
Amy and I watched with bated breath, waiting, waiting, waiting...when A-1 lifted her arm, and rolled herself over to stand up.
Oh, thank God. I said under my breath. Amy nodded.
Having now stood up, A-1 gave a little shudder, and then turned to us...and laughed. More accurately growled with pauses in-between, but creepy all the same.
I turned to look back at the 'tronics behind me, and gave them a quick smile. Then I turned back to my laptop and found the last video.
It was your average day, kitties being repaired by the workers on the mini stage, lined up in numerical order, with A-1 at the end. Jeff was working on her, fixing a piece on her shoulder. This was just after we started tasering her.
(Squeamish warning: gross part ahead)
Jeff had turned his back on A-1 to find a tool, when she tapped his head.
Don't touch my head. If only he knew, that those would be the last words he ever said.
You could hear the bones in his neck breaking as she snapped his head off.
After the foul deed was done, she walked around the Repair Room, carrying the head as if it were a prize she won in an arcade. Of course, I was nominated to retrieve said head.
By the time I reached her, she had dropped the head, and focused her attention on me.
(Gross part done)
Come on darling, give it to me now. Give it to me. She looked at me, tilting her head back and forth, back and forth. Then, hissing, she started towards me...only to have her body literally thrown a good ten to fifteen feet by a taser. Her body convulsed as the electricity surged through her, her jaws clacking together at a stomach-turning speed.
"That, is why, I don't want anyone, ever, touching, that bag, unless I say you can. Is that perfectly clear?" The mascots nodded, each one of them looking grim.
I typed furiously at my laptop, eager to finish the order form I was working on before. I just needed to add two more spare parts, and I was done. My watch beeped. 4:00. Time for a walk through.
Getting up, I grabbed my gun, which was sitting on the table, and put it in it's holster on my belt. I checked for my throwing knives, as well as my miniature smoke bombs. I then closed the lid to my laptop.
"Hey, Chica," the chicken turned her head to look at me. "I'm going to take a walk through the pizzeria, just to check up on things. Would you watch my stuff for me?"
"Can do," she said, and gave me a thumbs up. I turned on my heel, and started towards the West Hall. I whistled a little tune, checking out my surroundings, passing by Pirate's Cove along the way. When I was halfway down the hall, I was hit with a sudden realization that made me stop dead in my tracks.
The curtains in Pirate's Cove, were open.
And there had been no sign of Foxy.
Heart racing, I thought of all the possibilities: that he had been avoiding me, that he was actually tucked back in the Cove with the curtains open, or that he had even snuck outside when the door was unlocked.
When these thoughts were running through my head, I realized that my pager was still attached to my belt, and that it was vibrating.
Then it started beeping, slowly.
Then faster.
And faster.
And faster.
Suddenly, I was back at the factory, standing at the end of a darkened hallway, the pager at my waist beeping as fast as my heart, watching, waiting, as the sound of thunking footsteps came closer to me, followed by a hiss that I knew all too well. My brain screamed at my legs to move, but my body threatened to collapse into a limp pile on the floor if I so much as gasped. All I could do was watch, as the pager's beeping turned into one long note, and a pair of red eyes blinked at me from a distance that was closer than I would have liked.
I was out of that hallway before Foxy had even given chase.