~ Scenarios From The Darkest Parts Of My Head ~ 〈 2020-21 〉 ( Completed )

//• Crushing Hopes •//

Emotional stuff ahead ... If you can't deal with it, leave-

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~ Withered Chica - ~
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❝ You sure? ... Because if there's one thing I do know about ducks like you, is that you're all cowards ... No wonder chicken is a synonym of that same word ... ❞ - [REDACTED]

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... The place was dark, cold, depressing. The only glass-wall that revealed a little, was now covered in dried black liquid. She was trying to find a way around it, as to see, if her assumptions were right, or not ...

It was quite difficult to rummage through an entire room without hands, but, that wasn't stopping her, the overwhelming emotion of care and longing would drive her crazy if she didn't find a way ... There had to be a way.

Eventually, the scanning did lead her to a closed-off door, half hidden under boxes and wooden planks, its placement and the way it was hidden proved, that it was someplace important, maybe even an entryway to the room on the other side of that glass-wall. She gave it a stare, before exhaling sharply and beginning to clear up the way to the door. Really, after such a long-lasting upheaval, she only wished to see the other three, and there was this feeling, that they were probably there.

As soon as the way was cleared, she abruptly reached for the door, she couldn't wait to just, rush through it, only, she paused right after she'd opened it; a second feeling struck her mind, as if something bad was about to happen, and that she, shouldn't step further.

Regardless, she did step forward, into the dark abyss, wary, even a bit ... spooked, if that's the right word; the dark really wasn't the greatest place to be, there'd always be faint light in the Parts & Service ... Here, there was nothing.

Going further and further inside, the sense that something was off grew more, leaving her uneased, and, at last, she just stopped, she wasn't going any further, or so she thought ...

She gave up on the thought of the others being there, and just turned heel to go back, only to be halted by a wall; the door was gone. Now, even if she chose to leave, she couldn't.

Only one way to go ...

She couldn't just stay there ... could she ? Wouldn't that be a 'waste of precious time'?

Half-heartedly, she turned in the direction again, now beginning to slowly pound forward. Everything felt, heavier than usual, as if her suit was pulling her down to the floor, but she kept going.

The narrow hallway soon ended, opening to a large, empty, albeit dark area. Gloominess was written on every single wall, each little mark there, a memory, she didn't want to find out about.

Involuntarily, her body stiffened, making it more difficult for her to keep going, something inside, kept telling her, nothing was alright ...

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All of a sudden, her eyes spotted something in the dark, a bluish sillouhette, stationary, like it had been paused like a movie ... Recognizing it, she just froze ...

"Bonnie?"

The body of the once-faceless rabbit laid flat on the ground, and, it was until she reached it, that she noticed the missing head.