◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Wisps of relief ᘚ

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Freddy and Chica
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Again- : )

This was a bit of practiCe a few days ago. I was borEd, aand, wanted a short to write-

Here's said shOrt-

Literally just 1200+ words, nothing too long- :^

I had fun with this, btw-
Didn't get too carried away, sadly-

Had a biT of trouble figuring out a title, tho-

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It had been done again .. His words were violated.

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Without his knowledge, without taking his consent first, those workers had intruded on HIS personal space. They'd broken his conduct, despite many of them undergoing repercussions for even stepping near myriad times before. Today .. today they'd surpassed all boundaries.

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Freddy Fazbear was fuming at the very second his eyes snapped open to pay their first glance to the surroundings, finding himself in the Parts and Service, seated on the large, black table he didn't recall seeing the previous night. There was a skip in memory, it was clear, and it didn't take him too long to conclude that the employees had tried doing their so-called 'maintenance' on him.

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Oh God! Was that a nail to old Fazbear's coffin!

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Now, sure. No one could blame the people either. They were just doing their job, after all. Since the past entire week the ursine's parts had been undergoing malfunctions, and to prevent a greater breakdown, mending had to be done as early as possible. The men had tried pestering the big bear to agree to it beforehand, but they'd sure forgotten that it was Freddy, a mascot that only finds their checkups doing more harm than good.

Freddy had warned them about this. Oh, he warned them alright. He told them to not do anything to him a couple days back when the matter was discussed, but the workers didn't spare a single ear to heed the message, and they'd finally toyed with his volition that day, in turn leaving the bear in a livid frenzy.

When he stepped foot outside that dark room, Freddy was a loose cannon ready to fire at anything that came close to asking him the reason for his aggression. He pushed past poor Bonnie on his way, nearly toppling the guy over a table with the mere force of a single appendage. The rabbit was lucky he didn't get a limb of his own dislodged, or worse; have the table beneath him splinter to pieces.

He was quick to disappear into a hallway not long after that short incident with the other male, from where he'd stormed into one of the bathrooms, to clear up any spot of filth that ruined his features, and for sure .. it was a lot. In Freddy's eyes, at least, his entire face was smothered in grime. 

With a ferocious snarl, the ursine's wild eyes glared daggers at the face in the mirror, that of a beast. A vile, ired beast with ears pinned back, black lids unable to stifle the bright hatred within those optics. Tempted to shatter the glass showing him his own face, his hand flew up, darting toward it like a rocket, a growled vulgarity reserved for his wrongdoers, when all abruptly, he stopped.

The large paw froze an inch before it touched the mirror.

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Seething, enraged, it was an unexpected act from the male in such a mental state, to pause before shards of silver material splattered into the atmosphere, caught onto the minute threads bestowing his hand its furry feel. What had caused this bear to suddenly break off from that work of aggression that was boiling over, it was nothing more than the second reflection on that surface.

The mirror a pictorial of a simplified devil and angel scenario, him resembling the devil in ways of his fury, and that .. other, resembling the angel because of the persistent tranquil over her face. When that yellow presence showed up from behind him, the bear didn't know. His rage had silenced his hearing, blinded his ocular sensors, hence he'd taken in none of her arriving signals had there been any. Two concerned, innocent eyes inspecting his disrupted stance calmed him down by an absolute zilch at that moment, yet, he stayed a statue .. dead still.

In the brief of silence and stillness, the other was the one to maneuver things forward. Freddy was only compelled to watch in the reflection, as a hand smaller by an inch in comparison to his own, enclosed his arm in a firm hold, and pulled it away from the mirror. Another then reached up to pivot his head from there, to meet her gaze.

A spell of quiet dancing between them, the two mascots spoke wordlessly, the unfleeting rage in the bear's stare sporting the sign he was doing most of that telepathic exchange. Dozens of complaints and stresses passed from one to the other with that simple contact of two pairs of optics. He told her all his apprehensions, cursed out those people who wronged him, and in turn, the bird listened, and answered with her reassuring aura. Then, with a flicker of the magenta hue in those of the female's, a pause came, and she shuffled away from him, for only a minute.

Returning after wetting a towel under a water faucet, his temper for once dropped by a notch when she presented the piece of cloth. He saw the solution right in front of him, in his fellow's hand, and he felt this slightest pinch of alleviation that she knew of the mess over his build. Well, whether he was right in his perspective or not, at the very least, she was helping him. He could ask for nothing more.

A feathery touch to the side of his face, coaxed into lowering his head to level with her as much as it could, he spectated as the other hand of hers gently rubbed that towel over his forehead first, wiping anything he labeled as "grime".

The bird worked. She continued to slowly move down to other parts of his face as the previous cleared up, making sure no spot was left untreated. Even if the mess created was probably equivalent to nothing, she gave not a word about it, and did exactly what she knew would calm him, and .. it worked.

For those few minutes, Freddy continued to stand, inactive, just relishing the relief that washed over him with every second. The beast in him felt itself getting tamed as the procedure progressed, gradually chipping away the anger from not too long earlier. It was an act of magic, really. The stoic ursine that wouldn't allow the entire establishment to perform anything on him in fears of being polluted, he was conforming to the wordless instructions of someone he was the leader of, tilting his head here and there whenever there was a point she was unable to reach otherwise.

Finally, after most of his face was damp under the fabric's contact, a pause was observed. The female lowered her hand to reveal a somewhat stained towel, before she'd looked elsewhere on him. To her there wasn't another patch of dirt anywhere, an opinion her words soon expressed.

“You're all clear …” she passed him an intimate smile, one hand still cupping his face. A stroke of her thumb on his cheek ebbed away any remaining fumes in him, and the bear at that moment just, melted, head tilting to the motion. It was all over. He'd cursed out the evil, the filth over his face was eradicated, and now, he was mostly placid. The other's little effort had bore fruit …

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