#beaklcss

[plcyingpretend]

✂ honestly just tear her apart,

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it. | still accepting! (x)

(under the cut this time because it might get pretty long!)

William Afton had always been... less than fond of Fazbear Entertainment. After branching from the company with his own robots, he had held a vendetta against any and all Fazbear robots.

With his personal hatred, came a hatred programmed into all of his creations.

How, when, and why Circus Baby had been deposited into Freddy Fazbear’s -- possibly planted by William himself? -- but she had one goal.

D E S T R O Y

All thoughts had been wiped blank from her mind, all thoughts except for destroying any animatronics she set eyes on. 

Unfortunately, the very first automaton she spotted was Toy Chica.

There was no hesitation, no thought, nothing -- just a thirst for the other’s destruction. 

The moment contact was made, Baby wasted no time in beginning the dismantling of the chicken. 

Being a foot taller definitely had it’s advantages.

One hand wrapped around Chica’s throat, the other tore restlessly at any limb she could grab hold of; bits and pieces of metal and wire littered the ground, joined by two slender, multi-jointed yellow arms.

Two emerald irises stared into bright blue ones, pitiless, empty. If she had been in her own control, there would have been regret, sorrow; this never would have even happened.

But she was not in her own control. She was at the mercy of her programming, her spiteful creator.

Within minutes, the shiny, plastic body was spread all over the floor, and right in the middle was the empty husk of a head that belonged to Toy Chica.

The only evidence left behind was a single, deflated balloon.

[nxwandimproved]

+1 has met Golden Freddy and Toy Chica

@beaklcss

“Oooo So this is the animatronic I’m replacing? It’s a shame you’re borken, you’re cute!~”

“Yea, I’m surprised they kept her in storage. Maybe she still works?”

[joyofcreaticn-blog]

toy chica and 3b?

why have you done this.

why did you want to see this birb cry?

what kind of monster are you?

[[Ok to reblog!]]

[stvffedchicken-blog]

@beaklcss ☼

The replacement was near.

Really, Felix shouldn’t have been surprised when Toy Chica had been created. The original had been shoved into a backroom, and clearly this wasn’t an abandoned pizzeria. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the excited screams of children, and he could remember when he was just like them. Yet, he still was. Anger, envy, and most of all, hate had risen up in him the moment he first saw the plastic mockery of Chica, and in the next, it had died down.

Mom would have been very disappointed in him, she would have said that it’s wrong to feel such a way when he had never really interacted with the other person. So he tried to suppress it. He still felt it.

Those emotions surged him in briefly upon hearing plastic hit the tiles of the pizzeria’s floor, and as soon as he heard it, Felix snapped Chica’s head towards her replacement, his own head mimicking the action.

“W-W-W-Wha-at d-do yo-o-ou wa-a-ant?” An audible click followed each of her words, for Felix had to piece the sentence together from her various voice clips.

[plcshtrap]

12 AM | @beaklcss

           “Do you hold everything by the scruffs of their necks, or is it just me?” The plush’s hands were still attempting to at least get himself out of the animatronic’s grip, but he also wasn’t being very successful on that front.

[mechanical-laughter-blog]

@beaklcss

“Well, well, how-do-you-do, lil’ chicken?”