/bootleg waifu/ New Chirping Chrysalis

prompt:
Those heart-shaped cereal you're eating look really good. You should probably give her some. She looks kinda hungry.

>You hardly noticed the small chirp from the other room, you slowly moved your head towards the sound to see most of her head slink back behind the wall leaving only a curious ear flicking around.
>Eventually it's followed by her misshapen horn and a single wide eye, locked on you.
>She may be a good ten feet from you right now but you can almost see her shaking, despite her crude frame design it never makes a sound beyond her vocalizations.
>Eventually her view shifts from you to something on your counter, only for the smallest second before flicking back to you.
>Curious, you look for what she was looking at but your head motion was enough to get a sharp chirp from her and she's gone.
>Sighing, you see what she got brave enough to look at, a box of "Sugar Hearts" some off-brand dented cereal box that was discounted at your local store.
>And what's currently in your bowl, not even trying to stain your milk hot pink like the box art showed it will.
>Looking down at your cereal, you grab pinch one of the dryer pieces in your fingers, they at least got the heart shapes right on some of these.
>You hear another chirp from the same area as before, it's hard to understand cricket, but you sear it sounded more, excitable?
>Not wanting to risk another spook to your Chrysalis you slowly hold the tiny heart aloft, earning another chirp.
>Slowly turning your head to the sound you see nearly all of her now in your kitchen, transfixed on the prize in your hand, only her rear leg is still in her "safe zone" of your living room.
>Her wings are buzzing slightly as her tongue darts in and out a little.
>As you lower the small heart towards the floor her eyes follow, and she takes a tentative step towards it.
>Then she stops, and you notice she is once again staring wide eyed at you, then back to what you have in your hand.
>This is actually the closest she has gotten to you.

>You move your hand slightly and she chirps and bolts back behind the wall.
>Sighing, you half toss the heart where she was, it bounces on the floor and rests near the spot she originally poked her head out at.
>After a few minutes of waiting, you slowly see her head cautiously poke back into sight, first looking at you, and then on the now much closer heart on the ground.
>She chirps again and almost proudly trots towards it and grabs it in her mouth, her normally wide, scared eyes almost closed and content.
>She turns to leave and opens her eyes and freezes, looking at you.
>And in a almost shocking display of speed she is out of the room and in one of her many hidey holes she has in your home.
>You look down at your bowl, and notice that your breakfast is all soggy and every little red heart in your bowl has drained their artificial dye into your milk.

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2nd green
>You are Anonymous, and today is going perfectly.
>When you woke up this morning, not only did you wake up fully rested, but also beat the alarm clock.
>You had so much time, you even were able to have a warm breakfast of bacon and eggs.
>After finishing your morning routine and going to work, things just kept getting better.
>Your boss, who is always ready to explode at someone in anger, was actually in a great mood today.
>So great in fact, that when you mentioned it was your birthday today, he told you that once you finished your last assignment you can clock out early.
>You would normally say no, but you were salaried and would be paid anyways so you accepted the offer.
>Before leaving his office, your boss told you that he appreciates your work, and wishes you a happy birthday.
>You left work in a good mood, and ended up just going to the store like you originally planned.
>You quickly zip through the mostly empty store, filling your basket with all the things you needed, plus a bottle of the whiskey you like for tonight.
>Cutting into the candy isle, you notice a bunch of Valentine's Day candy marked 80% off.
>You've never kept track of when that day was, as you never had a significant other, but the holiday must have just past.
>On impulse you load up your basket with the cheap chocolate.
>It was your birthday, and you felt it was a nice treat for yourself.
>It wasn't the last thing you would get for yourself, but that wouldn't come until later tonight.

>When you arrived home, you put the groceries away, except the whiskey which you leave out on the counter.
>You live in a small, but comfortable house your grandparents left you when they passed.
>You had a lot of good memories here, and since you lived nearby you helped your grandparents regularly.
>Some didn't like the fact you received such a large share of the will, but where were they in the last years?
>Fucking nowhere.
>The house wasn't in the best of neighborhoods, and it was old, but it was way better than that old apartment you used to live in.
>You grab a shot glass from the cabinet and head towards the living room, snagging the whisky on the way out.
>You set the items down on the table with the TV remote.
>Then you take a seat in your comfy recliner facing the TV, and near the front door.
>Whipping out your phone, you check how far your package is from delivery.
>According to the tracking information, it's ETA is still 7:00 P.M.
>Shit, you had a while before the package would be here.
>The package you are waiting on is known as a Live Doll.
>Its half robot, half techno-magic, and advertised as your best friend forever.
>It's something you always wanted, but has always been well out of reach.
>Things at the bleeding edge of technology were always expensive; things pulled out of the realm of science fiction cost their weight in gold.
>Thankfully you had something going for you.
>Your friend, or at least the closest thing you had to a friend, worked for a Live Doll refurbishing company.
>He gave you a call recently, saying how they had a custom pony model that was too damaged to repair profitably.
>Instead of going through the expensive and time consuming process of decommissioning the doll, he offered to sell it to you at an insane discount.
>You jumped at the chance.

>The Live Doll still cost a fortune, but nowhere near the fighter jet price tag of a custom new one.
>You were so excited to get this package, you wanted to be right at the door when it arrives,
>Setting down your phone, you pour yourself a shot of whisky.
>You knew you were going to be waiting for a while and came prepared.
>You down your shot, switch your glass with the remote, then turn on your TV and DVD player.
>On you TV and preloaded into the DVD player is Legend of the Galactic Heroes.
>You raise the leg rest and get ready for the long haul.

>Your phone dinged.
>You immediately snatch the remote and pause the episode.
>It was getting to a good part, but the show can fucking wait.
>You only enabled notifications for the package tracking app, which must have just gone off.
>Checking your phone only confirms it.
>Your package is motherfucking HERE.
>The race to the door is short, and when you make it you swing it open.
>On your doorstep is a beat up, large brown package with half a dozen red labels on it.
>Heeding the warning to keep the package level, you grab the box and bring it inside with you, closing the door with your foot.
>The package is on the heavier side, but you don't strain to lift it.
>You set the package down gently in the middle of the room.
>Not having a box cutter on you, you quickly grab one you know is in the kitchen and come back.
>Returning, you notice an envelope taped to the side of the box.
>Using the box cutter, you cut it loose.
>Opening the envelope, you release its a birthday card from your sort of friend.
"Dear Anon, blah blah blah happy birthday, Your Friend, Tony."
>You notice a post script.
"P.S. Good luck faggot, you're going to need it."
>You begin to wonder what it was that Tony exactly sold you.
>Tony told you it was fucked beyond reasonable repair before you bought it, but the core components still worked.
>It couldn't be that bad, right?
>You also now have a terrible feeling in your gut when you remember the contract stated all sales were final.
>Nervously, you cut the package with your box cutter.

>Inside the box was not what you were expecting.
>When you first opened the package, you fished the user manual and the starter kit out of the packing peanuts with ease.
>Then you stuck your hands into the box to pull out something you recognized.
>The Live Doll turned out to be modeled after Queen Chrysalis, but badly.
>Examining her in her deactivated state revealed a number of defects and weirdness.
>What you assumed was supposed to the black chitin was cheap glued on plastic over pink hair.
>The plastic was improperly sized, allowing for the pink hair to poke out of many of the joints.
>There were holes drilled crudely into the doll's legs, with evidence of the solid pink base and fur underneath
>The mane and wings were a shitty colored plastic film, with some holes badly cut into the mane in places.
>Then there was the horn, which frankly looked like it was mutilated with a metal file.
>All in all, your new best friend looked like shit.
>Your stomach dropped, you realize that yes, it really was that bad.
>You gently put down the Live Doll on a rug and go for the user manual.
>You flipped the pages in the manual for startup instructions.
>You needed to know how fucked this thing really was.
>You came to the page and the instructions looked easy enough, push the switch and let it ride.
>You go back to the doll laying on the floor and flip the switch.
>Suddenly, Chrysalis's eyes snap open wide and lock onto you.
>At least the eyes look normalish.
>You wave your hand good naturedly.
"Uh, hi."
>With that, Chrysalis turns and flees down the dark hallway towards the master bedroom.
>You reach over and grab the bottle of whisky, taking a long swig right from the bottle.
"The fuck did I just get myself into.

>With trepidation, you start to look for your "new best friend."
>Entering your bedroom, you flip on the light.
>You don't see it anywhere; all you saw was your messy room.
>On impulse you check under the bed.
>You immediately spot glowing green eyes staring at you.
"Hey, everything's OK. You can come out."
>You are rewarded for your attempt at coaxing the Live Doll out with it scuttling deeper under your bed.
>Fan-fucking-tastic.
>You make several more attempts at getting the thing out from under your bed, but end up calling it quits.
>Instead you go and fetch the manual to see if it has any hints on what to do.
>You look through the manual thoroughly.
>You discover some neat things like the fact a Live Doll required only food and water for its reactor to continue functioning.
>Other from that, you didn't find anything that talked about what to do if the doll was hiding from you.
>Frustrated and feeling a little hungry, you go to the kitchen to have a snack.
>You absently start to munch on some little heart shaped chocolates you bought earlier and begin to think.
>The doll was in some nasty shape, and even though you know it can talk like the rest of its type, it hasn't said a word.
>Everything you read online said the doll should come out of the box and try to be your friend right from the get go.
>Instead your doll up and ran away.
>Was it afraid, maybe even afraid of you?
>You have no idea how to fix that, and even if you did, you'd have to lure it out from under the bed first.
>Since diplomacy failed, you wanted to just flip the bed and get it over with.
>You knew better tough, as that would just scare it more.
>Maybe you could bribe it out?
>You thought that could work, but what do you have that the doll would want?
>You look at the bowl of chocolates you are eating from, and it hits you.
>Everyone likes chocolate, why not give it some and see what happens?
>You grab the bowl and head back the bedroom.

>You announce yourself.
"Hey Chrysalis, I'm Anon and I want to be your friend. I have some chocolate here, you want some?"
>You shake the bowl of chocolates.
>The room is silent.
>You check under the bed again
>Its still there.
>She is exactly in the spot you left her, looking at you.
>You grab a chocolate and offer it up.
"You want it?"
>Its eyes change focus to the chocolate in your hand, but it makes no move to take it.
"Here."
>You slide the chocolate at it.
>You watch in fascination as doll inspects the chocolate before finally eating the candy.
>Success!
>Weirdly, the Chrysalis doll starts to make a chirping noise as it happily chewed.
"One problem at a time Anon, one problem at a time.”
>Capitalizing on your last breakthrough, you get another piece of chocolate and leave it just out from under the bed.
>Instead of scuttling towards the chocolate or even coming closer, its horn started to glow.
>The chocolate heart was wrapped in a bright pink glow before speeding off to the doll's waiting mouth.
>She ate the chocolate, and started making that chirping noise again.
"Well, shit."
>That was not quite the plan.
>You wait and see if anything else was going to happen, but noting did.
>It just kept laying in the same spot, staring.
>Absently you check your phone and saw it was late.
>You also remembered you had to go to work earlier than usual tomorrow for a team meeting.
>Meaning you were going to need to go to sleep soon.
>You sigh in defeat; you weren't going to sleep in a room where a strange doll was hiding under the bed.
>You were going to have to use the guest bedroom tonight.
"I'm going to bed, er, have a good night."
>No response.
>You leave the room with the light on and go about your nightly routine.
>You leave the bowl of chocolate on the kitchen floor with a bowl of water in case it wanted something.
>You go to the guest room, lock the door, and try to get some sleep.