◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Rewrite : Surprise kill ᘚ

In animatronics' case, the equivalent to an adrenaline rush is a blast of electricity that surges through them within milliseconds, setting everything on over, or hyper function mode. Things felt heavy when that happened with her. Too heavy .. too hard to hold in. Her body remained frozen where it was, but the gradual rise of trembling every second she spent staring at the abominable hand signalled that either she'd run off on 20 miles per second, or fry her neural circuitry with the overflowing current.

Neither of the two options were put into action, however. Before her mind figured out what to do, the possessor of that hand turned out to be quicker. In no time she felt herself get yanked onto, forced to spin around. Flinching with a whimper, any attempt to retaliate canceled when she came face-to-face with what looked like a putrid creation of hell.

The monster had two eyes. One blue, almost an icy shade that could be mistaken for blindness, and the other a burning red, its glow resemblant of a blinding laser beam. Both of those were pointed at her, glaring straight into her own pale gaze, a flash of derisiveness etched in them. A chill ran down her spine at that, her own eyes unable to break out of the frightening spell that creature's stare had bore into her.

The beast's face, it was in a way both similar and not to how Chica was herself. Its head and beak were almost even the same shape. But, provided this was a monstrosity, the creature had pointed teeth — those even thinner and needle-like than how Foxy's were — seated between the sets of jaws that composed its beak, making it look like it housed a permanent, menacing grin, again a compliment to its mocking expression. It was as if it was there to watch a show, and Chica — being its prey, would provide it with just that.

Its voice was even worse. That monster, with its tattered, decaying body, and its uneven eyes, when it spoke, it sounded exactly like how one would expect — a hissing, growling entity with a desperate lust for murder — to talk. Every word seemed to be getting bit upon, amplifying the rasp of its voice.

"Leaving so soon?"

The spoken words also served as her cue to put that overloading electricity to use. With a frantic gasp, her shoulder jolted to release herself from the hold, as well as a retreated step. However, the other was eager to keep her close, as it only pulled her back, much nearer to itself than it was before, almost brushing its beak against her own.

Startled by the intimate proximity, her mind descended into a spiral. Suddenly, the frozen form now reeked of life — the instinctual urge to survive. She writhed, twisting every limb and joint to free herself, while the opposing face beheld the sight in amusement. This was what it was seeking, apparently ... reaction.

Panic overrode everything by the time her attempts had grown real strength. Verbal shouts of 'let me go!' and 'stop!' and other similar exclamations ripping through her frightened exterior as she continued. Unfortunately, the beast's clasp was horribly strong, tossing all that struggle into waste.

"Don't run away, sweetheart," By the time it'd said that, Chica was in the middle of a chaotic mind blur. She screamed and yelled, pushing her voice-box to its limits in her strife to escape. Demands for it to let her go began sounding hoarser, more out of pain as she continued, alongside kicking and pushing at it to release herself from this misery.

But, nothing worked. In lieu of attaining freedom, she garnered the beast's second hand grabbing and yanking her close to itself again, hissing, "Sisters are meant to stick together." in her hearing receptors. Its claws jabbed into her arms, sinking in the suit through the cracked holes they created. They scraped her inner, more vulnerable endoskeleton, pushing her to cry out in pain.

The open door stood right behind her, its silence palpable. Chica wouldn't know why nobody had yet come to her aid. Her audible protest wasn't muted, after all. Despite that it'd seemed to reach no one, because she was still fighting on her own.