um, toto and kansas are both? bands? like? ?? ((THE ISLE))
Another night, another big show with a smash hit finish. She'd taken her time bowing: between the new bridge and Freddy's trick with the chorus, they'd earned it. The joyous shrieking of delighted kiddos still rang in her audio pickups.
Chica grinned, blinking, and her eyes popped all the way open.
Grin? Gone.
Okay. Like, okay. Okay, so.
The place she found herself in might've been dark, dank==and yeah, kinda smelly, according to her systems==but it was definitely not the Parts and Service elevator.
For one thing? Above, there was nothing above her, but the stars, above. Like, not stickers: real ones. Kinda. Through the dense, gloomy atmosphere of heavy cloud cover and--swirly, stuff?
So was this what real fog was? Not the chemical ice stuff out of a machine. Real weather.
She had never been outside before. Would she rust?
And where was she, anyway?
"Um, guys?" Clucking softly and starting to pace, searching. "Freddy? Anybody?"
Silence.
She knew what tombstones were from their Halloween Specials: decorations! Here lies Pirate Dreadbear, and so forth. A little something to give their guests a thrilling scare.
Only, these were different. They stayed put when she nudged, hard, and even kicked one to test: stone, planted solid in the dirt. And they had...weird slogans.
Bad to the Bone; she knew that one, even if it wasn't the greatest example ever for the kids.
"Monty," sharper, "This is not funny, okay--where, are, you--?"
And off she went, picking her way toward the mausoleum, her confusion only growing as her anger muted itself but didn't--quite--subside.
Seriously, what the actual cluck?
[[Late night chicken is the best kind of chicken.]]
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Date: 11 Nov 2022 01:07 (UTC)Another night, another big show with a smash hit finish. She'd taken her time bowing: between the new bridge and Freddy's trick with the chorus, they'd earned it. The joyous shrieking of delighted kiddos still rang in her audio pickups.
Chica grinned, blinking, and her eyes popped all the way open.
Grin? Gone.
Okay. Like, okay. Okay, so.
The place she found herself in might've been dark, dank==and yeah, kinda smelly, according to her systems==but it was definitely not the Parts and Service elevator.
For one thing? Above, there was nothing above her, but the stars, above. Like, not stickers: real ones. Kinda. Through the dense, gloomy atmosphere of heavy cloud cover and--swirly, stuff?
So was this what real fog was? Not the chemical ice stuff out of a machine. Real weather.
She had never been outside before. Would she rust?
And where was she, anyway?
"Um, guys?" Clucking softly and starting to pace, searching. "Freddy? Anybody?"
Silence.
She knew what tombstones were from their Halloween Specials: decorations! Here lies Pirate Dreadbear, and so forth. A little something to give their guests a thrilling scare.
Only, these were different. They stayed put when she nudged, hard, and even kicked one to test: stone, planted solid in the dirt. And they had...weird slogans.
Bad to the Bone; she knew that one, even if it wasn't the greatest example ever for the kids.
"Monty," sharper, "This is not funny, okay--where, are, you--?"
And off she went, picking her way toward the mausoleum, her confusion only growing as her anger muted itself but didn't--quite--subside.
Seriously, what the actual cluck?
[[Late night chicken is the best kind of chicken.]]