Fredrica's ch7 pt2

Your determined hobbling down the hall on a quest to save your robot girlfriend is admirable, but quite difficult due to your broken foot. Suddenly, you feel your position shift, feet leaving the ground. Foxy, with no effort, lifts you up and slings you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her hand holds you in place, gripping into your butt. You know she doesn’t mean anything by it. You huff, reduced to being carried like a child taking a blow to your pride more than anything.

“We can move faster this way,” She says, trotting along, your added weight not even altering her stride. You give in and accept it, happy that at least it’s not her hook digging into your ass. Carla hops onto you, taking her usual place on your shoulder. You might as well get a little clarification as long as she was there.

“So, what exactly happened?” You ask her, knowing she was going to be the one out of them to give you the straightest answer.

She replies without a beat, “When you hit the table, you got knocked out. As soon as that evil Chica gave the signal, the other EVIL CLONES came and got us! That Bonnie… Oh god that Bonnie was the worst. It’s eyes… Horrible, like a horror movie, Mike! I was able to escape the main bots, but I didn’t get far… Goldie was there. I tried to reason with her but… She’s not the same anymore… Not even a little bit of her is left…” The cupcake frowned, going quiet. You still didn’t really know much about this elusive Goldie, but you could tell she was quite beloved from the way everyone spoke of her. Daddy chimed in.

“Well, no, I mean, nothing I really lost forever in robotics, Carla… I’m sure once all this is over, we can take her home, and she’ll be just the way she was. Look.” He went for his neck and felt around, extracting a chain. On the end of the necklace, hidden by his shirt, was a small, square sort of locket. He clicked it open and showed the contents to the both of you. Within was a microSD card. “It has personality back ups for all my girls. I update it every week, when you’re sleeping… I always have it with me. I really do love all of you, you know, and Goldie, she’s still in here too.” The mini-bot’s expression lightened at that.

However, the pleasant mood was very quickly stamped out but a snide voice. “Wow, that’s REALLY touching there, human.” It was then the robot rounded the corner. The large, glossy blue rabbit was quite intimidating regardless of its design. It was followed by that terrible Chica, as well as a Freddy. Oddly enough, the bear was quite squat and short, unlike Mama, who had the proportions and size of a particularly curvy refrigerator. He seemed the least ready to rumble, awkwardly punching a hand into his fist.

“Oh look, the trash heap found some friends! I guess trashiness likes trashy company, Bonbon~!” the shrill, beakless Chica laughed, pointing at the poor mangled Toy Foxy by your side.

Without a pause, both of the heads on the mishmashed robot gave a terrible shriek and lunged at the offending bird, taking her down onto the floor with the sheer force. The fight was on, and Foxy didn’t waste any time joining her fellow model in the action. She flings you off her shoulder and sets you on the floor behind her in one motion, the pounces on the blue bunny, wrapping her thighs around their waist and immediately taking her hook to their face. Taking all her other weapons except her favorite one fixed to her arm was a serious mistake on their part.

Chica, with a grin rushes at the tubby bear, who responds by taking off in the opposite direction in a panic. “OH NO YA DON’T YA LITTLE SHIT BEAR,” She bellows, tackling him to the floor and pinning him down to the tiles with her massive breasts. The robot beneath her begins to weep.

The rabbit sinks their fingers into Foxy’s back, attempting to tear her off as she starts to dig her hook into one of their eye sockets, attempting to detach their optics. Looking for anything, the offending Toy bot grabs the back of the burlesque fox’s shirt and tears it clean off. This only enrages her further, stabbing deep into their head and pulling out with a loud rip, dragging along a mess of broken wires, leaving them hanging from the animatronic’s eye socket limply. The eye goes black.

“Heh Ha HA HAHAHAHAHA YOU BLINDED ME!” It laughs, mustering all its strength and focusing its grip on one of her ball-jointed shoulders. With a harsh squeal of metal, the bunny rips her handed arm clean off. Foxy howls in pain and frustration, plunging her hook into the monster’s face again in a last ditch effort. Their hands drop the lifeless arm and go to her other shoulder. It just continues cackling like a lunatic, caught in a horrifying loop. Foxy twists the hook just as it starts to pull on her arm, and the laughing dies, cut off. The robot falls to its knees and into a heap on the floor. Foxy withdraws her hook, the end of it dripping in crimson hydraulic fluid. Panting, she stands, hunched over and staring at the damage she had done. She’d lost control, just like back then.

The Toy Chica breaks free of the Mangle’s restraining and hightails it. Chica comes back with the Freddy in her care, restrained with her belt, as well as fuzzy handcuffs, some hot pink rope, and a ballgag. She was always quite prepared like that.

“So I got this one an-” The bird stops, taking in the scene before her. Toy Freddy loudly mumbles something around his gag, seeming panicked at the gang leader’s state. Chica hands the leash off to Gary and goes to Foxy, putting an arm around her. “C-cap’n… It’s okay…” She reaches down and picks up her arm off the ground. “T-these, these silly things pop off all the time! Daddy’ll fix you up an it’ll-”

“Chica… It’s fine.” She finally says, making the sound of a deep inhale. “Let’s move on… The one that got away is no doubt telling the others what happened.” She shoots a glance at Toy Foxy, whose ears flatten, knowing this was all her fault. Foxy closes her eyes, “We need to get Mama and Bonnie immediately.”

You struggle to your feet. With this turn of events you figure you’ll be on your own for walking again. Before the thought fully passes through your head, you’re scooped up again, this time by Mangle. “The-e l-lleeas---tt I can d-ddd-do.” She studders.