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that_cost[Night 1 - for Rocky]
[ At eleven fifty three PM, Malina McGee had gotten out of bed and gone to find her mother in her room. Charlie'd been curled up with Rocky, not so much sleeping but feeling quite relaxed in the arms of someone she cared deeply about. Her dragon hearing told her small feet were headed her way, so she was quick to yank on a shirt and pajama pants before her youngest kid peeked in, informing her she was hungry. Of course. She turns to kiss Rocky on the forehead, making sure he was quite well covered before getting out of bed herself, telling him she's taking Mal to the kitchen and she'll be back in twenty.
At eleven fifty-nine PM, Malina and Charlie are sitting on the floor in the kitchen, under one of the tables (it's where Malina likes to eat, so Charlie refuses to question it) and picking at a tray of cheese and crackers and apples. At midnight precisely, both McGee Girls are hit with Mass Flux-in Dizziness and when Eugene stutters out his attempt at a warning only to be cut off with loud static, the Toreador March and creepy noises? Charlie has her daughter in her arms before the lights switch to emergency red. Mal was scared, Charlie could smell it and to be honest? Charlie was little freaked out too.
Her only goal now was to get home, but not before trying to reach Rocky on the TC. ]
...Rocky...Rocky, please tell me you're awake. I get the feeling you're my best bet for getting back to the room.
[Night 2 - OTA]
[ At six AM, Eugene came back online, the lights went back to their normal color and the animatronic bears and chickens and balloon-holding children and foxes disappeared. Six hours of this shit was ridiculous. Charlie was honestly expecting it to last just a short while, a fake six hours like in the game Rocky told her about. But, no. This was full blown actual six hours. At least they had the benefit of not running out of power soon, but damn if those creatures had been annoying and unpredictable.
Still, she survived. Everyone had survived and it was just before midnight the next night when Charlie was out in the halls, this time by herself. She wanted to see the animatronic she'd torn to shit and burnt to a shell of itself, see if she could find out why it smelled like rot, but when she opened the supply closet she'd stuffed it into for safe keeping? Midnight hit again and, as before, the lights turned red and Toreador march played over the audio and those damn sounds came back, worse than before.
And that animatronic was gone. This time when she gets on the comms, it's for everyone. ]
What the actual fuck?
[ Yep. That's it. That's all she has to say. ]
[Night 3 - Foxy's Revenge - OTA]
[ When Night Three starts, Charlie's ready. She'd already sent Malina and Wendy with Jemma to be kept safe, knowing it was highly likely they were actually in for five nights of this shit so, partially dragoned out with her 9 tails behind her but barely visible and her hands glowing white with fire, dragon eyes green and snake-like, Charlie was going to do what she could to fight these things. What she didn't count on were these things learning, nor was she counting on Foxy holding a grudge.
She was facing Freddy himself when Foxy attacked, hitting her in the back of the head with his hook. It was a strong enough blow to knock her out. When she wakes up, she's stuffed...somewhere. She's not at all sure where, just that there's a draft and it's cold and the back of her head had, at one point, been bleeding. And she didn't have her TC. With some twisting around, she discovered she'd been stuffed into a vent. But the bunker was huge, so there was no telling where she'd been stuffed. So, for anyone that might be passing under, anyone that looked friendly and not like a murderous robot out to kill them all, she'll be throwing sparks out of the vent to get your attention. A rescue would be so good right now. ]
[ At eleven fifty three PM, Malina McGee had gotten out of bed and gone to find her mother in her room. Charlie'd been curled up with Rocky, not so much sleeping but feeling quite relaxed in the arms of someone she cared deeply about. Her dragon hearing told her small feet were headed her way, so she was quick to yank on a shirt and pajama pants before her youngest kid peeked in, informing her she was hungry. Of course. She turns to kiss Rocky on the forehead, making sure he was quite well covered before getting out of bed herself, telling him she's taking Mal to the kitchen and she'll be back in twenty.
At eleven fifty-nine PM, Malina and Charlie are sitting on the floor in the kitchen, under one of the tables (it's where Malina likes to eat, so Charlie refuses to question it) and picking at a tray of cheese and crackers and apples. At midnight precisely, both McGee Girls are hit with Mass Flux-in Dizziness and when Eugene stutters out his attempt at a warning only to be cut off with loud static, the Toreador March and creepy noises? Charlie has her daughter in her arms before the lights switch to emergency red. Mal was scared, Charlie could smell it and to be honest? Charlie was little freaked out too.
Her only goal now was to get home, but not before trying to reach Rocky on the TC. ]
...Rocky...Rocky, please tell me you're awake. I get the feeling you're my best bet for getting back to the room.
[Night 2 - OTA]
[ At six AM, Eugene came back online, the lights went back to their normal color and the animatronic bears and chickens and balloon-holding children and foxes disappeared. Six hours of this shit was ridiculous. Charlie was honestly expecting it to last just a short while, a fake six hours like in the game Rocky told her about. But, no. This was full blown actual six hours. At least they had the benefit of not running out of power soon, but damn if those creatures had been annoying and unpredictable.
Still, she survived. Everyone had survived and it was just before midnight the next night when Charlie was out in the halls, this time by herself. She wanted to see the animatronic she'd torn to shit and burnt to a shell of itself, see if she could find out why it smelled like rot, but when she opened the supply closet she'd stuffed it into for safe keeping? Midnight hit again and, as before, the lights turned red and Toreador march played over the audio and those damn sounds came back, worse than before.
And that animatronic was gone. This time when she gets on the comms, it's for everyone. ]
What the actual fuck?
[ Yep. That's it. That's all she has to say. ]
[Night 3 - Foxy's Revenge - OTA]
[ When Night Three starts, Charlie's ready. She'd already sent Malina and Wendy with Jemma to be kept safe, knowing it was highly likely they were actually in for five nights of this shit so, partially dragoned out with her 9 tails behind her but barely visible and her hands glowing white with fire, dragon eyes green and snake-like, Charlie was going to do what she could to fight these things. What she didn't count on were these things learning, nor was she counting on Foxy holding a grudge.
She was facing Freddy himself when Foxy attacked, hitting her in the back of the head with his hook. It was a strong enough blow to knock her out. When she wakes up, she's stuffed...somewhere. She's not at all sure where, just that there's a draft and it's cold and the back of her head had, at one point, been bleeding. And she didn't have her TC. With some twisting around, she discovered she'd been stuffed into a vent. But the bunker was huge, so there was no telling where she'd been stuffed. So, for anyone that might be passing under, anyone that looked friendly and not like a murderous robot out to kill them all, she'll be throwing sparks out of the vent to get your attention. A rescue would be so good right now. ]