"YIPE!!!"
Jack and I jumped and turned around in shock at the sudden voice. What stood before us was an animatronic, a female chicked. Her beak was filled with sharp teeth, along with the gaping hole in her stomace. Gaps in her arms also have teeth, and a familiar pink cupcake was fused to her face, along with a yellow cupcake fused to her stomach. Chunks of her suit were expanded in yellow boils.
As the average FNaF fan, I knew who this was. Twisted Chica.
"I'm sorry for scaring you," she apologized. "I... don't get many visitors."
"I oughta-" Jack hissed before I cut him off.
"It's fine!" I piped. "We didn't see you coming. It's our fault. How long have you been... living here?"
"Weeks!" Twisted Chica chirped. "I was brought here just like you! Ripped from my home and sent here! I have long forgotten my name, I took the name 'Twisted Chica' instead."
"How do you-" Jack began.
"Do you remember your human names?" Twisted Chica asked, cutting him off .
"It's Jack!" Jack huffed.
"And I'm... Leo," I introduced.
"Splendid names!" Twisted Chica clapped. "Come! We must eat!" She turned to leave the shack.
"E-eat?" Jack stuttered. He stared at me, bewildered. "How can we eat? We're freakin' robots!"
I just shrugged. "Best to just go along," I suggested. "Poor soul has been here longer than us! For all we know, she lives here because she never found her way through the forest!"
Immediately after, Twisted Chica returned, dragging a bag that was filled with sopping blood at the bottom.
She looked at us. Despite the fact that we can't smile, the glistening light of her teeth made it feel like she had an uneasy smile.
"Hungry?" she said before lifting the rim of the bag, exposing multiple carcasses of small animals. Bunnies. Mice. Even some wild cats.
"What the fu-" Jack muttered.
"I know, it's weird," admitted Chica. "Considering we're robots. But I've been here for so long, this just feels like routine."
"No thanks, we just ate," I lied.
Twisted Chica sighed.
"I know you're lying," she whimpered. "But I get it! You just haven't lived here as long as I have. If it helps, I can give you directions to Ponyville."
"You know where it is?" I queried.
"Yes," Chica replied. "I just chose to live here because... I liked the wild life. It's the only place where I feel free. Where I used to live, there were always restraints in my life. What to do and things like that. But once I got out, I felt free."
"Oh, so you lived in a snooty home full of bitches?" Jack chuckled.
"In a way, yes," Twisted Chica replied.
"But there's more to her than a forest," I said. "Don't you feel lonely? Out there, there are many who could become our friends. That is, if they get past the way we look. Tell you what... you help us get to town, and we help you feel free, yet social. You'll be your own... woman... but you’ll be around a place full of social folks. You won't have to kill animals to eat! Come to think of it, we don't even need to eat!"
"I like chewing, and oddly, I feel flavor," Chica responded. "As for your idea... I guess I could give it a try. I'll just need to gather my things that I keep... outside. Be right back."
Again, Twisted Chica turned and left.
When she left the doorway, I felt a hand swat the back of my head.
"You dolt!" Jack hissed. "You're bringing that freakshow?"
"She's isolated, ok?" I rebutted. "We need to get her back on her feet. She's like us! Human-turned-robots stand together!"
Jack turned away, scoffing. "Whatever..."
"I wonder what's taking her so long..." I muttered.
I exited the doorway and peeked around the corner of the shack. I saw Twisted Chica, mumbling to herself while holding something.
Slowly, I brought my foot back. But apparently, robots like her have a good sense of hearing. Because the crinkling of the rocky ground caused her head to shoot up. She bent down and appeared to be putting that object back into a bag. She stood fully up and turned to me.
I suddenly started getting a funny feeling. Not because of her attitude. But because of the fact that her eyes were no longer purple, but instead, turquoise.
I lowered an eyelid in confusion.
"Um..." I began. "What's up with your-"
"My what?" Twisted Chica squeaked, her eyes turning normal.
"N-never mind..." I muttered. "Sorry, you seemed busy."
And I turned and reentered the building. I saw Jack, eyeing the other animatronic bodies like a museum exhibit.
"Do you think she did this?" Jack asked.
"What makes you think that?" I replied, slightly tilting my head to the best of my ability.
"Well for one, she creeps me out," Jack answered. "And for two, she had all these animatronic bodies. She could’ve dragged these bodies out and suck our spirits into them."
"Well, I feel like I trust her. For some reason," I said. "She has these bodies here to feel company. She seems genuine. And she is in the same situation as us. And I did see her eyes change, but maybe turquoise is her average eye color."
"Her eyes changed?" Jack questioned. "But our eyes are the same."
"Look, I don't know," I threw my hands in the air. "How about this... if she tries something, you and I will work together, and destroy her."
Jack put his arm on my shoulder. "Now you're speaking my language," he whispered.
"You ready to go?" Twisted Chica said suddenly. She was standing in the doorway, earning our attention.
Jack and I looked at each other. Then back at Chica.
I gave her our answer.
"Yes. We're ready."