more than a program (fnaf security breach chica x roxy fanfic)

1) suffocating!

ROXY
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First of all, i fucking hate kids.

they piss me off. They're sticky, grabby, slimy. Always touching and pulling with their sticky hands. the pizza on my keytar was the last straw.

I hated that. I couldn't perform for the next three days because no one was brave enough to get close enough to clean the cheese out of my keytar. And not to mention the behaviour report. You'd think no one would care about that stupid little kid, but apparently his mom was real upset.

So what if the kid died? He deserved it. That creep Vanessa seems really keen on pinning the blame on her coworker, which... is fine? I just wish I was given a little more credit. I killed the runt myself and no one knows about it or cares that I was just defending myself. It wasn't my fault. I should have been able to perform.

The mirror shows me myself. My body. The animatronic parts of me. The plastic, the metal. My body. When my reflection moves, so do I. It's the strangest thing. I know it's me, but is it really me?

I'm not supposed to be this intelligent. I'm supposed to be a program. That's what this body is. A shell for the program to function.

But I'm not just a program. I'm so much more.

I'm beautiful. Perfect. I look amazing.

And yet... I feel trapped.

Trapped by the expectations.

Everyone loved Foxy. But... he's not here anymore. They made me instead. That's all I am. A replacement for Foxy and Mangle and all the others before me. A placeholder, maybe. An excuse. A distraction. Where is Foxy? Where is Mangle? And why does everyone like them so much?

Am I not as good as them?

They aren't even as pretty as me.

I'm just being silly. I'm just a silly little robot with a fake personality and a program for a brain.

Silly silly silly.

At the performance tonight, I'm going to play my keytar so well that no one will be able to look at anyone else. I need to be the best. If I'm not the best, I'll just fade into the background and I'll get replaced.

And then, after the performance, I'll grit my teeth and be nice to the little kids. Even if they stick their disgusting food on my keytar. I'll just... be friendly. Then everyone will love me. They'll have no choice but to keep me around. I don't have to get replaced if I just outshine everyone else.

CHICA
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"I am a superstar..." I sing to myself distractedly. My bedroom is starting to look worse. "with a big big house and a big big car..."

There is trash everywhere. Sometimes it's comforting like that. But tonight, it's overwhelming. I can't be in here anymore. But I have to stay in here until the performance.

It's just ten minutes, it's not that bad. It's not that bad.

It is. It is that bad. It's suffocating.

"I am a superstar and I don't care who you are."

None of the other animatronics like being in my room either. They can't stand the smell, they say. But we can't smell. I think sometimes, that with our advanced intelligence, that we believe that we're just humans wearing animatronic suits. And maybe it's not far from the truth. I always knew I was more than a program. More than a robot. I've been awake for... a very long time. I think the truth is that we have human souls.

Or maybe that's a hallucination. It's getting harder to remember anything about the days before my redesign.

"I am a... a superstar..." I can't stand this room. I can't be in here anymore. I can't handle it.

I go into Roxy's room. I could pay the others a visit, but Monty hates company. He's always so jumpy. He's funny like that. I mean, really! He's an alligator. And I'm a chicken. I should be scared! And Freddy's always getting on my case about cleaning my room. What a bore!

Besides, Roxy's been acting more and more nervous recently. She puts on a show, but... I can see right through her. She's always been insecure. And I bet it's because she's a newer animatronic.

"Chica." Roxy says. She was looking in the mirror again.

"Heeey, Roxy," I say cheerily. I walk up behind her and look at her reflection as I hug her from behind. "Having another existential crisis?" I joke. She stiffens a little.

I pull away. "It was a joke, toots... I didn't mean anything by it."

Roxy forces a laugh. "No, no, I was just... Practising."

"Right... Say, baby, why don't you take a load off? You seem all tense lately, and-"

"I'm not! I'm just trying to do my best. It's my job to do my best."

"Darlin, the songs are written in your code. What good will practising do?"

"You're just trying to make me complacent!" Roxy snaps. "You don't have to try to get people to like you. It just comes naturally to you."

I... I guess she's right. I've always been a favorite, but I... I never realized how it would feel to be in someone else's shadow.

Roxy sighs and stares at her reflection again. "I bust my ass trying to get the kids to respect me, trying to get everyone to forget about Foxy and Mangle. But I... I'm stuck with their legacy, it feels-"

"Suffocating?" I interrupt. "Overwhelming?" I thought I was sympathizing with her, but she seems to get angrier.

"Never mind. Everyone thinks I'm prettier than you, anyways. I'm the best. I'm the best! No one else matters... I just have to prove my worth."

"That's so rude!" I say. "I was just trying to be nice."

"Urgh!" Roxy growls. She turns to face me again. "You're so annoying. With your perfect, happy little voice and nicety attitude. Give it up, Chica!"

I gasp. "You meanie! What did I do to you?"

She stalks toward me, stomping with every accusatory word. "What's underneath that cutesy attitude, huh?" She pins me against the wall. "What are you hiding from?"

And then- above the loudspeakers: "Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise- get your rockin booties down to the main stage for the last performance of the night, starting in five minutes!"

Roxy sighs and moves away from me. "Just leave me alone."

I feel awful. I know she's just projecting, but... she really hurt my feelings. "Fine! I was planning on it!" I stormed out and made my way to the main stage, trying my hardest not to cry.

What a meanie.