She grunted. "They replaced me with her. That's why."
"They replaced you for a reason."
"And that reason, shouldn't exist!" She grumbled, and pushed past them, leaving the Puppet and the two foxes behind.
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Meanwhile, Freddy was eyeing the posters on the walls of the hallway as he trotted forward, surprised at the improvement the establishment had gone through. Bonnie was close behind, confusing himself with questions and questions and ... questions.
As the two males made their way towards the Stage Area, an unfamiliar yellow animatronic exited one of the Party Rooms, whimpering to itself as it passed by them.
He moved his jaws to say something when Chica marched out of the same room, seemingly frustrated as she passed, but had to stop as Freddy called out.
"Who was that!?" He inquired, the response being the same as always, scornful.
"Your GiRLfrIenD!!" She grunted, stomping off.
Freddy sighed at that, exchanging a glance with Bonnie, who set his hand on the bear's shoulder.
"She'll grow up someday." He said in a reassuring tone, after which both of them continued their exploration.
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Later, the new guitarist, aka T.B was examining his guitar. Its red paint glinted in the lights of the Main Stage, making him beam proudly as he strummed on it, but stopped right as his green hues noticed the backup vocalist of their little band; T.C, grumbling to her cupcake about some 'old' counterpart of hers being uglier than anything in this world.
He decided to walk over to her for a little ted-talk, setting his guitar on a side as he got up and trotted over to the decorated table where the toy chicken sat, starting with, "I heard you met your old counterpart."
The plastic chicken quickly glanced behind, giving him a slightly wide-eyed stare.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired, her small cupcake bounced onto her shoulder.
"Thought I should be socializing a little." T.B responded, leaning on the table as he examined his hand.
"And ... How will you do ... That?"
At that, he straightened up and brought his hand forward, smirking slightly as he picked up the little cupcake, eyeing it with interest.
The little creature had a permanent smile on its face, with blue eyes just as gleaming as the chicken's.
It stared at the blue rabbit for a while, adapting to the sudden change, eventually managing to blurt out a squeaky "Hello there!" to him.
With a smile, he patted on its head, glancing to the yellow chicken.
"Like that."
The chicken, who had been watching him with her arms crossed, now placed a hand on her hip, using the other to snatch the little creature from him.
"Why not you go and look for Toy Freddy," She poked its candle. "I'll be with you in a while."
The little creature nodded in reply, bouncing off her hand and hopping away to search for their leader. T.C then turned to the blue rabbit.
"Toy Bonnie, right?"
He dipped his head slightly, as if nodding in response. His body glistened under the single spotlight in that part of the Stage Area.
"And you're Toy Chica."
The plastic chicken raised an eyebrow, shaking her head up and down as a 'yes'. She then turned her head towards the Prize Corner, strolling over to it.
Out of curiosity, T.B followed after her, allowing the tips of his ears to lower slightly as he watched her examine a small plush of herself.
"She's missing the pink cheeks." She muttered, shaking her head slowly.
"Does the plush really matter?" He inquired.
Her head perked up, eyes narrowing. "Of course it does!" She grunted, turning to look at him. "A plush, is made for recognition."
He pondered for a moment, before taking the plush from her hands, examining it from top to bottom.
He then put it back on the Prize Corner shelf, glancing to her.
"I'd say, a plush is not required for recognition, it's the smile." He chuckled, while T.C just stared at him, surprised.
"I'll go back to playing my guitar now." He spoke afterwards, turning to leave for the stage, but the plastic chicken stopped him by his arm, making his head pivot back to her.
They stood in that position for a moment, gazing at one another.
But then, a certain bear barged in between the two, making them yelp.
"This romantic stuff can wait!" He grumbled. "We've got a performance in few minutes!"
With that, he dragged the two of them towards the stage, scanning them for any scratch, damage and whatsoever.
Afterward, he took his place on stage, waiting patiently for the clock to chime.
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✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧ ..TBC.. This seems rushed, but I was tired ... And really had a terrible day so ... Ehh-
