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HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE
I SEE I LEFT Y'ALL ON A CLIFF HANGER? DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
BG: YES!
Me: WTF why is there a balloon girl
BG: 'speaks in high fake pitch voice' hehehe I am a giiirl and I like shopping and starbucks and taco bell! BB is my bae ;)
Me;GTFO OF MY CHAPTER BB
Bg: ok ;(
OK ON WITH THE CHAPTER
ALA POV
I can't believe I haven't wet my pants. I mean come on, that freaking chicken thing is scary af. But why isn't she killing me? I thought she had to 'stuff' me in a suit. "Are you new here?" The chicken says all the sudden. I remembered I am wearing the onesie, she must think I am an owl animatronic or something. "Uh, yes I am." I say awkwardly, hoping she doesn't notice I am not an animatronic. "What is your name? My name is Chica the Chicken, let's party!" she says dramatically. I don't think she has a lot of things to say on her data chip... "UH, I'm uhh, Star the Owl?" I say, thinking of the first word that came to mind when I thought of owls. "Nice to meet you, will you sing for the children today?" she said. "Um, no, because I, am uh, night owl! Yes, that's it," I stammer,"and I only work here at night, because I am a night owl. And, because I can't sing well." I say truthfully at the end, hoping she won't ask me to sing. "That's p-a-a-arty tastic!" she yells, glitching out at the end. "Hey, Chica, I know how to fix stuff, want me to fix your voice box?" I can't believe those words I said out of my mouth. I mean seriously, if I wasn't wearing this fucking onesie I would be dead right now. "It is a y-y-es on my part, but I gotta ask the rest of the gang!" she turns around and walks straight into the wall. Oh, yeah she doesn't have eyes. "Uh, Chica, where are your eyes." I ask. "On my cupcake." she responded immediately, to which I awkwardly walk over, and take them off the cupcake. I take the eyes, and take some of her wires coming out of her eyes and hook them up to her face, and insert the eyes. "There you go." I say, to which she just blinks and says (of course) "PARTY TASTIC! Now follow me." If I don't follow her, I am pretty much dead, so I sigh, and start following her down the hallway.
"Oh Freddy, Bonnie, I found a new animatronic, her name is Star the Owl!" Chica squeels in a high pitch voice. The other 2 animatronics turn around and look at me. "She also fixed my eyes, but I have to go find my beak." Chica said. "I like her st-t-t-itti-style," Bonnie says,"she looks like an owl, and owls go Caw Caw (crow noises)." Did that bunny bitch just say titty? Yeah, they definitely need fixing. "Um, actually I say 'hoot.''' I say, with lots of sass in my voice. "Of course you do." says Bonnie. That explains a lot, how they are easily fooled, they remind me of blondes at my school, having 'perfect' body shapes and symentical faces. Heck, I should call them Toys. "Yeet-ye-e-e-e-e-et, my name is Freddy Fazbear." says Freddy, than just keeps standing. I guess he is the 'quiet' one. "Anyway, she wa-ants to fix our voice boxes." "Yeet Yeet. I am in." says Freddy. "Sure." says Bonnie. "And what ab-b-b-bout me." says a voice, well more like voices, came from behind me, one sounding demonic, and one girly. I turn around and see a white and pink fox. "I need f-f-f-f-f-f-fixing all the t-t-time." She says, twitching awkwardly. I gasp a bit, she has broken teeth, and looks like she was a 1 year old Mr. Potato head. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are." "That's ok sw-w-w(iggity swoogity)eetie, not many people know who I am. I a-a-a-am Roxy, the female fox, and I used to sail, but now I am in the t-t-t-toddler room." That explains why she looks like she is taken apart. "Well, who should I fix first?" I say awkwardly, but than remembering I needed a tool box! "Hey, um, do you know where the tool box is?" I say. "In spare parts room, but we will get it for you. The animatronics back there are, not very friendly." Bonnie says. Wait, biiiitch did you just say there where more? Not everyone is as easily fooled as the Toys. I just have to survive a week. I hope Mike is OK, it's not like I can exactly check on him. I check my watch, only 2 hours left. (she fixes Bonnie's and Freddy's voice boxes, and finds Chica's beak in Mangle's ass, for some odd reason Mangle wanted a dildo from Chica's beak.)
MIKE'S POV
BOLD is MIKE THINKING, MARIONETTE IS ITALISED
I wake up behind the chair, only to find the jack in the box dude next to me. Oh holy horse balls I forgot to wind his music box. "Hello Mike." I hear a disoriented voice in my head. "Who's there." I whisper, hoping the animatronics don't hear me. "Mike, I am the jack from the box, but I prefer Marionette. I won't kill you, but I will make a deal instead." "yes?'' I think back at him. "I cannot speak, for I am not an animatronic, which is why I need your help. I need you to build me a suit, and than I can transfer my soul into it and be able to walk, and talk, and be a star. I am tired of being the second act. It sucks 'horse balls.'' "But how? I'm not the mechanic, Ala is.' Because Mike, like I said how I have a soul possesing this flimsy thing, souls are possesing the other suits. Ten years ago, they where children at a birthday, the souls in the spare parts room. Souls possesed them and now they are teenagers. Four children elsewhere where murdered not long ago by a sexual predator, but they always loved this place and came here to haunt it not long ago, so they are younger, and not very smart, that's why they have the scanning sequence thing to determine who is or who isn't. My story is not yet ready to be told, nor Barack's. You see Mike, if you help me, I will personally make sure you and Ala are safe from being stuffed into a suit, and will not be harmed. Do we have a deal?
'We have a deal.'
OOOOOOOO SHIT JUST WENT DOWN! NIGHT ONE IS COMPLETE, BUT THERE IS STILL 4 NIGHTS TO GOOOOOOO. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? WHO IS BARACK, AND WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT THEM BEING TEENS DOES THAT MEAN THEY ARE HORNY AF? YOU WILL NEVER KNOW
UNTIL I UPDATE
UNTIL NEXT TIME.