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askthisfoxy:

Foxy’s ears perked at the chicken’s speech. He blinked. He held back a bit of a snicker at the ‘what’s on the inside’ comment. It was certainly on the inside what made him who he was! “W-well, thank ye, lass! Ye know, it ‘as been years since I ‘ad a real conversation wit’ someone… not fer lack o’ tryin’, mind ye. Freddy don’t much like me comin’ out, even at night. Tch, ol’ bear’s got a rusty screw up ‘is if ye know wot I mean.”

Then he shrugged. At the very least he didn’t squeak much when he moved, so other than the lazy eye and the torn-up suit, he sure didn’t seem too bad off. A whole new air was about him after a moment, and he seemed to ahve cheered up considerably. His ears perked up after a moment and he seemed to get an idea. “Maybe while yer here I oughta see if I can’t be introducin’ ye to the crew o’ this here pizzeria. If ye’re up fer it, that is. This bein’ a new, strange place fer ye I wouldn’t blame ye fer wantin’ ta stay in with this ol’ fox.”

So the Freddy here wasn’t so nice, huh? So far, it seemed this place was a polar opposite from what Chica was used to. The place didn’t look too looked after, the entertainers were robots, the Foxy here was nice as could be, and the Freddy apparently wasn’t so nice. Honestly Chica’s curiosity was growing with every new discovery, and she hadn’t even left the cove yet!

“Actually…” She begins, tapping her beak. “I think I’ll take ya up on that offer, Foxy! I don’t remember the last time I left my pizzeria, so it’d be nice t’ see somewhere new, I think! An’ t’ meet new people, too!” Sure, she met new people at her pizzeria, but she never really got to know them. At the end of the day, they were all just customers - and apparently none of them wanted to have a conversation with Chica, oddly enough.

#{ ic }#{ V; Main }#askthisfoxy #my first reply in 80 years

[i think the worst thing i’ve ever come back to on this blog is a new follower called ‘sexy lolbit’ with that one oversexualized foxy model sucking a dick in as their profile banner]

#{ ooc }#THIS IS A SFW BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!#IT'S IN MY RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

enter-at-your-own-peril:

⚛ ⚛ — ❝ –Why is it that you can never trust atoms??~ ❞ A few originally suppressed snorts escape him as the query leaves his mouth, prompting his own digits to carefully press on his own pale lips to keep from slipping the answer too early.

—Uh-oh. Seems someone’s suddenly in a joking mood; and being the stereotypical scientist he is, of course Dexter’s gonna start off with a smarty & an oldie, but a goodie. — ⚛ ⚛

Being an animatronic a performer at a pizzeria, Chica’s heard her fair share of jokes - be it from Bonnie or Freddy. She liked to think she knew them all, but goodness knows she’s never heard this one before. The jokes around here tended to be a little more... dumbed down.

“I don’t know!” She responds, in an almost scripted fashion. “Why can’t you trust atoms?”

#{ ic }#{ V; Main }#enter at your own peril #i'm going to bed now but i. had to get to this first #science jokes are pure Au

demolitioninevitable replied to your post:

“YOU’RE BETTER OFF NOT KNOWING, TRUST ME.”

“... But that just makes me more curious.”

#{ ic }#{ replies }#demolitioninevitable #honestly she wouldn't get it even if she did know #she's like a technologically impaired mom

“... What in tarnation is a ‘smart phone’?”

#{ ic }#{ dash commentary }

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#{ toy bonnie }#THIS IS THE CUTEST TB I'M

[so i just found out that in addition to my first chica blog, @chica-the-friendly-chicken, i also had a bonnie blog, @bonniethefriendlybunny-blog1 (tumblr added the blog1 part, i’m not sure why)] [and as much as i hate going back through old blogs, i’ve noticed this bonnie had a southern accent - just under a year before fazbear and friends came out.] [i truly was ahead of my time]

#{ ooc }#don't spend too long on either blog they're both awful

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Working the late shift at Fazbear’s was usually a fairly risk-free job - you clean up after the place closes, the guard tells you when you need to leave, and the doors lock automatically late at night. Unfortunately, the guard that would normally tell everyone to leave is off sick. Most people just know to leave around eleven pm, but Chica’s particularly distracted by her work, and clearly forgets what time it is - until every light in the building shuts off at once, that is.

Anyone else in the pizzeria would hear a loud yelp, and the clanging of several pots and pans collapsing, before a shaken chicken steps out of the kitchen. This place… looked a lot spookier at night, huh? The shutters over the windows keeping any natural light out didn’t help much, either.

Making sure to keep quiet, Chica makes her way over to the door, pulling at the very securely locked handle a few times, before giving up and turning around.

“Alright Chica, this is fine. Yer trapped in the restaurant overnight, in the dark, with a bunch a ‘bots that even the security is afraid of. Nothin’ wrong with that...” She steps away from the door, feathery hands ahead of her as she feels her way through the room, trying to find someplace to wait out the night.

#{ ic }#{ v; the real deal }#{ closed starter }#lctsparty

chica-chickeniisms

[y’all mind if i just………. starter call?]

#{ ooc }#{ starter call }#wowee guys i might ACTUALLY get to starters today hot dang

rockstar-rabbit:

“Yes…” Toy Bonnie replied, becoming a little confused. Did she recognize him? Maybe, but he could tell how. He’d never seen this Chica before in his life! “You look.. real?” He wasn’t sure how else to describe it.

“... Real. Well, I sure hope so.” Did she not normally look real? Or was this because of the other Chica here - the robot one? “You’re one of the band here, right? Toy Bonnie, was it? I think you might have me confused with yer pal, with the party bib.”

#{ ic }#{ v; the real deal }#rockstar rabbit

twinsuntodeath:

Nodding, then simultaneously being a child yet somehow speaking as if an old woman, “Children these days lack the proper manners, let alone have the respect to mind them. ‘Tis their own folly these days.”

Keeping quiet to the other not understanding, there was no need to explain further. Then humming, it was quite the conundrum, despite seeming so benign, “It has been forever, as in the time I was from? Pizza was considered a poor fellow’s meal, unfit for my own standing and as a child I did not decide what I ate then, yet I had it very rarely with my sister. So I will trust your judgement on the matter on what is ‘good’.” Though she would don on an apron that was much too big for her tiny being, Wendy seemingly intending to help.

A strange comment, coming from a girl that had just murdered a man and stolen his heart, but Chica wouldn’t say anything.

The chicken has to stifle a laugh at ‘poor fellow’s meal’ - pizzas nowadays, in this pizzeria at least, were pretty damned expensive. Where had Wendy been buying pizza from?

“Hmm… Well, I s’ppose we can do that too! Though I don’t eat meat, so if ya want any a that, you’ll have to tell me. For now though…” She’s noted the apron - they do have a lot of pre-made pizzas in the freezer, but Chica’s not gonna settle for that. Grabbing her own apron, and the appropriate ingredients, motions Wendy toward the counter in the center of the kitchen.

“So, how much d’ya know about makin’ dough?”

#{ ic }#{ V; Main }#twinsuntodeath #IT'S PIZZA MAKIN TIME

((Hi, I was wondering if you would be willing to interact with my muse? ))((Fnaf-Jeremy-Fitzgerald))

@fnaf-jeremy-fitzgerald

[i would totally be up for that, yeah! did you have any plots or anything in mind?]

#{ ooc }#{ no face }#{ answered }

Like what?

(x)

“Well the pizzeria ain’t big enough to house an army, fer one. Two, I like myself, but I can promise y’all I wouldn’t enjoy bein’ around myself for so long. Variety is th’ spice a life n’all. Three, th’ guards get nervous enough with jus’ one a me around, n’ I wouldn’t wanna make ‘em any more nervous!”

“I could go on, but I don’t wanna bore y’all. Point is, I’m fine with just one a me.”

#{ ic }#{ no face }#{ answered }

Though a army of you couldn't be bad.

“... I can think of a few reasons an army a me’d be a bad idea.”

#{ ic }#{ no face }#{ answered }

“Well, that’s good t’hear! After that fiasco with Mike, I was so worried!”

#{ ic }#she's gonna use her list to get presents for the gang

twinsuntodeath:

“They shall be expended another day in another time on a pasty, greasy bab’s face in this place of pizza absolute,” the girl stated, almost comically in how grim she was with the topic, yet this was only part of her personality. Disposing of the blood orb she’d freeze as it’d merely just float and clunk frozen into a nearby sink.

Then nodding, “Yes, I will partake in your offer, Miss Chica. Let your endless gaze lead the way.” Certainly Wendy knew she was a robot, yet it did not bother her, she was almost reminded of another, less friendly metal construct. Now following her, light steps would tap behind them.

“Yeah, exactly! Pizza absolu- uh. Sure. I think most tykes leave th’ place with th’ grease still on’ ‘em though. In my experience, kids don’t much like bein’ cleaned up.” She’d... leave a note or something for the janitor - a big ball of frozen blood likely wouldn’t melt very cleanly.

“An’ I ain’t too sure whatcha mean by ‘endless gaze’, but I’ll certainly lead th’ way! Fazbear’s has some a th’ greatest pizza in town!” Not that she’d ever tried any pizzas outside of Fazbears... Trying not to think too hard about the girl’s ‘endless gaze’ comment, Chica leads her back through the main room, and into her favorite room of all - the kitchen!

“So, what’re ya wantin’? We got all kinds a toppin’s here, if’n ya fancy it. Or are ya a plain cheese kinda gal?”

#{ ic }#{ V; Main }#twinsuntodeath #robot mom feeds her very well spoken murder daughter and everything is happy

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