Alright, let me be short and sweet here.
One, I need a Chapter Editor. Now what could I mean by this? Well, I need someone to review a published a chapter before I actually publish it. If you want to try and grab the spot, PM me and I'll fill in details.
Two, This story is a first person. I referred to Chica as a duck TWICE. I know that I did this! These are the thoughts that went throughout the narrators head, KNOW THIS!
Okay, so I hope you enjoy the story, seeyah at the end!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN "FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S", NOR' DO I CLAIM OWNERSHIP. THIS IS A NON-PROFIT STORY AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH.
"W-What?" I absurdly questioned the dirtied-yellow animatronic duck that had been standing just meters in front of me.
Raising a fluffed animatronic arm, a finger tapped onto a white shape holding under its neck, seeming to be some sort of bib.
"Tell me what it says." It restated, a feminine tone ensuing the fact that this thing may have a gender.
I crushed my entire body to the desk, my nose holding a horrifically spicy scent as I felt my blood drop closer and closer to freezing. The bib read "Let's Eat!"... Out of all the assumptions I could make, I'm guessing that the object we would be eating... was probably me...
"~I'm waiting!" She provoked, a heavy metal foot stomping on front of me.
"L-Let's Eat!" I stuttered, shuttering my body as I pressed my palms ahead of me with fingers open in fives, attempting to keep "it" away from me.
Nothing followed in response, however, as silence pursued. Thoughts flooded me, having me think I was dead... But that couldn't be possible; my heart had still been beating. While still in fear, I pried an eye to find a rather delightful smell filling my nostrils. A sharp yet greasy fragrance held, having me questionably open my eyes. Upon opening my eyes, I found a cut of pizza being held in front of me. It had light yellow cheese ooze off and steam emanate up as if it had been taken fresh out of an oven.
I looked at it with a lift of my bottom eyelid, as they followed up the crust, then to the arm of the animatronic... uhm'... duck, I guess... Well anyway, I looked up to her with a blank stare. This was returned with the pizza being nudged into my face, backing my head again to the desk.
Being obvious that she had wanted me to take this and eat it, I cautiously handled the pizza. Once having both my hands on it, I pulled back and held it closely to my face. A glance went up to the seemingly impatient animatronic, before I took a bite upon the cloudy food.
And I just... Holy Ship.
With the unsteady eyes of a robot on me, I slowly withdrew the bite slowly as a vein of melted cheese snapped apart. I rolled my eyes to my side, thinking of the taste. Didn't take me more than a second to engulf a half of the remaining pizza, as my eyes flared in reaction.
"Whoa!" The voice chimed above, leaving me to engulf the entirety of this godly piece.
"Mmf'..." I moaned, drool almost slacking off me and down to the ground; "Th-that... How..." I had stumbled, leaving the animatronic to bring a wrist to her hip.
"Finally, got a night guard to try our pizza. Hah, last one brought one from that shitty Tony joint." She rambled, popping an elbow to the counter.
"Probably because we didn't want to leave the security room..." I argued whilst standing up, the realization that a haunted machine was sparking a casual conversation with moi'. With the feeling settling, I began to inch myself around the subject in front of me.
"Eh... well, probably since we're a bunch of murderous animatronic animals..." She pondered, ending her wing to her chin whilst staring off.
I froze in place, straining sweat down my sideburns; "W-What?" I squirmed, the hairs on my neck standing up.
Her eyes flung to me twice, before she had taken notice to what she may have said wrong and rose what could be said to be a finger; "Oh, wait! Not me!" I was reassured.
This was probably the reason why "Not responsible for Dismemberment/Death" had to be on that stupid poster, all these animations were murderers! There were three more too, so this caused me to tense up increasingly and shuffle faster. "U-Uh, I-I'm just going t-to go back to that room..." I told, my legs feeling as if they were going to melt apart.
"W-Wait! That's not such a good idea!" A retort flew, yet too late for me to listen to.
I was out the door, bustling my way down the hall in sheer horror. But the fun doesn't end there. No, I was tackled several distances from where I previously stood.
Why? I don't know, since there was a fu-mbling robotic fox keeping a tight hold on me against the ground. It lifted its head and stared with what could be said to be a confused expression. After a couple seconds, what looked like an eye-patch flew up and revealed another horrifically deep velvet eye. Continuing on its steam work, its jaw dropped and released a high-pitched scream that nearly blew out my ears, but I had delivered something of the same caliber with my booming voice.
The noise stopped, but the situation could only be made worse as an arm with a hook on the end of it was cocked above me. With this limb raised, it fired down quickly as if it had been some mechanism... oh wait, heh, it was.
Using my Fan Fiction reflexes, my head flung to my shoulder and dodged the attack. Using this moment, I pushed him forward and over me. With the crunch of my stomach, I rolled forward from my shoulders to my feet.
"Yar' har', tis' befar' six', you made quite the pre-dic'ment!" The fox's voice sounded in monotone, a glitch snapping along with it.
"And there goes the fucking fox! Fucking night guard!" A voice behind me profanely called.
With the shivers running through my veins, I backed into another fuzzy feeling friend. My neck notched around to see that he wasn't going to be as friendly as I noted an animatronic bear. At least it had a top hat.
"Oh, fancy." I bluntly complimented, my immediate sarcasm kicking in as it had for every time I wanted to break a bad mood.
"Who the Freddy Fazbear are you!?" It roared at me, my neck swiveling back in response.
"Oh no~" The duck chimed in, watching me shake slowly back and forward.
This is where I broke. Everyone has a breaking point, no matter what. I don't care who you are, there is a limit. What is this limit, you ask? Well, when you get a bunch of animatronic animals to start attacking you, it'd probably just make you a wee' bit' woozy...
And at this point, I passed out.
Alright, there's the chapter. Please review and/or drop a PM if you're interested to be my chapter editor.
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