Preservation, Preparation, and Pinkie Pie
Guess I didn't know you could edit the color of the text in a post! Pink text is for Pinkie Pie, the purple text is for Chica (adult), orange will be Mangle, yellow is for Fluttershy, and blue will be for Rarity. After six years, I'm wanting to pick this back up. It's a good writing exercise and just a way to relax on a Saturday for me.
I really want to thank Cocho and her blog which has helped inspire me to do something outside of my normal wheelhouse.
Of many things that I'm thankful for at this moment is Pinkie Pie being here. Granted, in my wildest imagination, I would never have placed her or her other friends inside this place. I'd thought of some outrageous crossover concepts when coming up with potential tales to spin, and stories to write. Now I find that I'm living mine, a horrific tale far beyond my understanding with me being hunted by machines.
Mangle lunges for me. I'm expecting to feel the metallic piercing of her mouth go into my shoulder or the side of my torso.
In complete defiance of physics—it's Pinke Pie, don't question it—right as Mangle was about to sink her teeth into me, the pink earth pony popped a comically oversized red rubber ball into her mouth.
"Well, you're not being very nice right now, are you? This isn't a very fun party if you're going to be so mean to Auntie Naomi!"
Do you have any idea how much older I am compared to you? Wait... that makes sense.
POP!
"AUNTIE... WHIMPER... IS A DEAD WOMAN. MOVE OUT OF MY WAY, PONY, BEFORE I SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE."
"My insides are complicated, and I'm very picky as to whom I show them to. The last time something like that happened was the mirror pool incident. Whoo, that was a bad day. So, Mangle, want to explain to me why you feel that Naomi deserves to be gobbled up and placed into a metal suit?"
Mangle stopped and looked at Pinkie, a simmering rage that was replaced with confusion. The fox looked at the pony for a bit, before asking the clearly obvious questions.
All at once.
"But—wha—how—that's none of your business!"
"Oh, I think it is. So...?" Pinkie asked, pulling out of thin air a deerstalker hat and pipe which produced bubbles. Rarity and Fluttershy were already halfway down the hallway, likely confused why I hadn't followed. As well as the rest of the animatronics that had accompanied us, not wanting to be on the receiving end of whatever Springtrap had planned for them.
Or for me... I thought darkly, waiting to see the result of this unexpected parlay.
"She took some of the pizza without permission."
Pinkie made a derisive snort as two more bubbles popped from the end of her pipe. "That's it? She took pizza? I've stolen cupcakes, chocolate, whole pies and nopony has said so much as a peep!"
The wall in the corridor bore the brunt of Mangle's barely contained fury that had returned in force after Pinkie's insanity had rendered it temporarily neutral.
"I'm about to say more than a peep to your face. You reach for another ball to shove into my mouth, I'll give you an unscheduled amputation of your hoof. She's mine. HAND HER OVER. NOW."
"You didn't say the magic word!"
"Mangle! Back off. We have bigger problems than your desire to inflict pain on some poor human that happened to end up here through poor life choices. Unless you want for the dumpster rabbit to make all of us his personal little puppets."
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU CRUSHED HER INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES YET? SNAPPED HER SPINE LIKE A TWIG? YOU'RE THE BRAWLER AMONG US IN HERE!"
I've never heard something metallic slap something else metallic. The sound it made as Chica crossed the gap between her fellow animatronic and where we were standing left a ringing in my ears as if I was dealing with a bout of tinnitus.
"Because, unlike you right now, I can appreciate a much larger and permanent danger that having the natural order of things disrupted. You've already bitten her hand, can you hold off on the murder angle PLEASE?"
Mangle looked as if she was about to forget that the fox in front of her was from the same pizzeria she was from. I saw a deep level of murder and anger in her eyes that chilled me to the core. Moments ticked by and I wondered if she was going to transfer her intense feelings of petty revenge and redirect them toward the oversized chicken.
"We have to get to the main override control back in our Fazbear's. This isn't ours, given that... we've never had a ballerina animatronic before. I wonder if we should take a break here." There was a pause as Chica turned around and put her finger right at the base of my throat with enough pressure to get a point across that she was not happy.
"As for you, girl, Mangle has a point, and were it not for those cute companions of yours, we would not be talking right now. We would happily be back at Fazbear's and you'd be rotting away like the rest of the poor unfortunate souls that find their way into a condemned building that should have been torn down and don't have cute toys to play with OR decide that pizza from a rusted serving container is worth eating. You really need to make better life choices. Starting. NOW."
"Umm, Whimper, can I take a look at that wound? We still need to find you a first aid kit."
Thankful to hear that Fluttershy had walked back to check in on us after realizing that we hadn't run with them after Mangle showed up and that her Stare was now at my disposal if the need arose, I showed off the clean through and through puncture wound that was on my right hand. The bleeding had thankfully stopped as had most of the pain.
"Dearies, are we still deciding to continue to move on? I was under the impression that there was a sense of urgency given the situation at hand." Rarity's eyes flashed over at the still-fuming fox. "Oh. Hello."
I winced. The pain was still fresh as Fluttershy's feathers traced over my hands and the small bite marks. I closed my eyes and did the best I could to try and be the leader at the moment.
"Well, we should get the lay of the land here and figure out what can be done from here."
"WHIMPER, SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU ARE A TOURIST. NOT EVEN A NIGHT GUARD CANDIDATE. YOU ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING ANY PLANS!"
"MANGLE!"
"She's right. I have no experience playing Sister Location. But we have Bellora here. I've watched a friend's Tumblr videos and listened to her audio posts to know enough." I paused to look at Mangle. "Yes. On my phone. Which you were running through a lot of videos on. We have a safe haven here for now, away from Springtrap's plans and machinations."
I paused and exhaled.
"You're never going to let me leave, are you, Chica? To hell with what Mangle, Freddy or the others may want."
The tension in the air faded after a few moments—maybe this was an inevitability. Maybe this little walkabout was always going to be a one-way road.
"Nope! Everything's going to end up just fine for you, Naomi! Sure, there's going to be some difficulties like you're going through now, but if you don't give up there's always a chance you'll survive the night!"
Pinkie's absurd optimism broke the uneasy silence. I really want to believe her.
Cocho's audio logs about her adventures here at Fazbear's and the adjoining locations don't paint a very positive picture for me. As long as it's October, I won't be free. It will eventually be November, and then December.
"Let's survive the night."
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