Day 2: The “Grand Tour”
Mangle took my phone.
She then discovered YouTube. She hasn't made a peep since. God, what the hell is this going to do to my data plan?
I tried to get it back from her once.
Her teeth are damn sharp. Had to wrap a sock around my hand where she bit clean through it.
Used a moment of her laughing at a particularly cute cat video to grab a slice of pizza from a rusted pie plate. Probably shouldn't even be eating this--here goes...
...
You know, that's not bad for a pepperoni pie. Spice is just right, the crust has a nice crunch to it, I love the blend of cheeses, and it's still pretty hot...
"What did I say about the pizza, Whimper?"
Buzz off, you, I'm eating.
"I said no pizza."
And I said you're not getting my phone, we see how that turned out, don't we?
"Put it down."
Or what?
Her tone is practically dumbfounded. "You really need to ask?"
I take another bite right in front of her, keeping keenly out of reach of her mouth.
"God! Look, we can be civilized about this."
I put down the pizza when I get my phone back. This seems to give her pause.
"Fine, eat your damned slice. Besides, it's your second night here. Time to show you around."
Wait. Second night? But... I haven't even been to sleep yet, and...
"Oh, yeah, forgot to mention; time is passing a little differently in here than it would outside. OOooh, what's this... Facebook?"
Mangle, no. Put it down, seriously don't look there...
"Says here you're still single... have you even had a girlfriend?"
Stop it! I... I work a lot, I'm busy with projects and stuff!
"You're really into this whole "Pony" thing, aren't you?"
Well... yeah. Makes me laugh, cry, teaches life lessons...
"It's meant for little girls, Whimper. You certainly don't make the cut."
Says the animatronic fox having a conversation with someone other than a child she was built to entertain.
Damn, she can hit hard. And that's blood. Slashed my face open a little bit.
"Only I am allowed to make sarcastic, witty responses, you ancient relic."
Ouch. Low blow. So, now what, Mangle, what about this "grand tour" you want to take me on?
"Yes, the tour! You get to meet the rest of the group. Maybe, if you don't irritate me too much, we'll even say hello to my dear friend Springtrap. You know about him, don't you?"
Only what... my friend told me about. That he's... stinky, and... evil, and... well, you know.
"True. Well, let's go say hello to Chica. I think she'll be a little nicer."
The walk through the hallways is... needless to say, unnerving. Yeah, there's blood stains on the floor... my hand stings from the sock and the occasional breeze.
“Whimper, this is Chica. Chica, say hello to Whimper.”
Darn, this is good pizza...
“So you’re the new one... but, where’s your hat?”
“He didn't come here for the job. He’s a tourist.”
“A... tourist.”
Chica looks at me and...
“A tourist.”
Okay, this has gone from bad to worse.
She then laughs. It’s the laugh of pure confusion mixed with domination, control.
This is some really good pizza.
