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[dookiiarue]

apologix

{░▒★}—-"So this is what other pizza places are like... pretty, uh, dirty lookin' if y'ask me."

[dookiiarue]

communiisms

{░▒★}—-"Tha's a funny lookin' dance you're doin' there. Izzit ballet, or somethin'?"

[sittintoolxng]

diisheveled

{░▒☮}—-"So, you, uh... you play the guitar?"

The polar bear asked, attempting to make the best out of an uncomfortable situation. It was pretty clear that he made a mistake, walking into the foreign pizzeria. With the changes being made back at Showbiz, and with that rat and his band replacing them, he decided that exploring another pizzeria would be sorta nice.

As it turned out, this place had actual robots, rather than hiring a real band. They were animals, though--a rabbit, a bear, and a chicken... so far, at least. Oh, they talked, too. The future was now--talking animal people robots. Dook's fantasy.

It was the rabbit that had found him first, which was also when he learned that not only could these guys talk, but walk on their own, too. Dook's fantasy with a bonus. He'd have some fun telling this story to his buddy when he made it back to Smitty's.

[insxnii]

blubonniematronic

{░▒✖}—-Well... this was certainly awkward.

She didn't remember much, other than her very last performance then getting the feeling of sudden drowsiness, then... nothing. It wasn't much, at all, and it felt like it was forever since she actually saw her surroundings again. The purple animatronic blinked--her eye movements still worked. A testing twitch of her ears and a little more relief came to her--ear movements worked too. It was weird doing this on her own... she was much more used to the tech employees from the pizzeria testing her diagnostics like this.

Her mouth came next, then her head, then her arms and legs... lastly, her hand and feetpaws. They all still worked--maybe a little worn out, but they still worked. Okay, so she was still functioning properly. Now to just stand up. She was a little--or, a lot wobbly at first, though the rabbit managed to make her way up off of the floor, standing. Looking around again, she frowned a little. It was dark. She felt like she was just in the backroom, but it just didn't feel too familiar to her. Where were the others? Maybe getting a look outside would help...

That all happened nearly a half hour earlier. Now she stood, face to face, with... what looked to be, well, her. But blue. And with cheesy looking makeup. And--was that her guitar?!

"Wh--who are you?" Bonnie finally broke the long silence, handpaws placed on her hips. An impostor, obviously.

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foxy-pirate

{░▒✖}—-"Oh, darlin', I was bliiiind to let you go," Bonnie sang as she strolled down the hallway, a bit of a bounce in her step. Tonight was a surprisingly good night--despite the presence of the rebel endoskeleton guard. She decided to remove them from her thoughts--just for tonight--and have some time to spend roaming around, and to exercise her voice box.            "But now--since--I--see--you--" 

Thwap.  Right into Pirate Cove's very own.

"Oh--F-Foxy!" She stammered, pretty startled. She knew he roamed about at some points during the night, whenever he decided to leave his stage, but she didn't expect to run into him--literally--right now. "I'm sorry, I clearly wasn't paying attention..." She apologized with a sheepish giggle.

Now he'd heard her sing.

Shoot.

[sittintoolxng]

undeterredbyreality

{░▒☮}—-"How do I talk? Well, that's easy--there's these things, and they're called vocal cords..."

[insxnii]

hxneylemon

"...oh, another one of those endoskeletons." Bonnie huffed as she looked over the girl before her, brows furrowed. She wasn't sure if this thing was another security guard, or a guest. Though guests weren't supposed to be here after hours...

"Sorry, dear, I have to ask--why are you out of your suit?"