WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE AND SENSITIVE SUBJECTS
I swear, this just keeps getting better and better. All I have to do now is take out 2 more of the bastards...and it didn't take long to figure out which one I should do next.
I took the reconfigured remote and pressed the red button. A few seconds later, I heard mechanical whirring.
"LEEEEEEEEEEET'S EAT!"
God, could they have made her voice more damn annoying?!
"I'm Chica the Chicken, and I LOOOOOVE to eat and have fun!"
In disgust, I put my speaker to my mouth and shouted, "Well, you know what I love?! When you shut your fucking whore mouth!!"
*gasp* "Oh, no! You can't say that, friend!"
"Too goddamn bad, slut!!!"
"I think we need to tell somebody about this!"
"GO AHEAD AND TRY!"
I then heard mechanical footsteps slowly inching towards me. But there's no way I'd be in any harm from one of those monstrosities!
Right around the corner appeared a thick yellow chicken with thick black eyebrows and giant pink eyes, and wore nothing but a white bib that read "LET'S EAT!" in colorful letters. It made me sick...
"Hey, Chica!" I told the robot, making sure I was still in the room.
"I'm Chica the Chicken, and I LOOOOOVE to eat and have fun!"
"Well, I don't give a single shit!"
*gasp* "Oh, no! You can't say that, friend!"
"Oh? And what are you going to do about it, bitch?!"
"I think we need to tell somebody about this!"
"Like who? The manager? Ha! By the time I'm done, me saying something like that will be the least of his problems!!"
She then inched towards me until she was finally in front of me. But she couldn't go any further; she just stopped, backed up, walked forward, and just kept repeating it.
"Oh, Chica...it must be nice looking so beautiful!"
"Ready to sing with us?"
"It would be really shameful if you weren't beautiful anymore, wouldn't it?"
"C'mon! Let's hear you sing!"
"I wonder how you'd look if you were hideous?"
"LEEEEEEEEEEET'S EA-!"
WHACK! Instead of hitting her with the pipe from above, I swung it from the side like a baseball bat and hit her right in the fucking jaw! She toppled backwards and landed on her back. Her mouth started sparking and spazzing as it tried to move while she talked.
"i'M cHiCa ThE cHiCkEn, AnD i LoOoOoVe To EaT aNd HaVe FuN!"
"And I love beating the shit out of you!"
I then swung the pipe at her again, hitting her jaw once again, knocking really far down her face! I wouldn't be surprised if it was locked there permanently!
"rEaDy To SiNg WiTh Us?"
She was starting to sound like some sort of demonic machine.
WHACK! One more hit seemed to do it. She sat completely still, not moving a robotic limb. I smiled at her broken face. I really hated how fucking perfect she seemed to be. Well, who's perfect now?!
I then looked back unto the room and continued to smile.
"Well, only two of you left," I told them. "Who wants to help Chica?"
Again, my only response was muffles and crying. What the hell is their problem??
"Fine, I suppose I'll have to pick again..."
I looked them both over. I smiled because it didn't take long to figure out which one should be perfect.
"You! You're a girl! Girls love Chica! They all do!"
She responded by squeezing her watery eyes shut and screaming through her gag.
"Don't worry...I'll make sure it doesn't hurt...too much."
I picked the pipe up and both of them were crying waterfalls. I really don't understand...they're helping their best friends!
No matter. The pipe was going down.
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