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Dylan's eyes opened, their once blue color turning a shade of crimson red. She realized something was wrong, her body moving without her consent, knowing that she was being controlled.
She walked out of the room, her face moving around in annoyance. She could hear the sound of things breaking, and she wasn't too fond of it. Who would in their right mind break into an abandoned pizzeria? As she walked down the hall, a smirk made its way to her lips, the doors to the main area being opened by her as she walked in, noticing someone smashing the prize counter. He had turned when he heard the door open, wondering if it was one of his friends, he was shocked to see Dylan there, her face plate opened, her red eyes staring at him with hatred, but she didn't move.
"what the fuck?" the man questioned, shining his light at her. He tried to go over to her, but the sound of muffled screaming caught his attention. He turned back towards the kitchen, watching his friend on the ground withering in pain from the cupcake that had latched onto him, with Chica glaring at him. The man backed away from the window, terrified out of his mind, but bumped into a solid chest that was shorter than him. Turning around, he looked down to see Dylan, her face back together before she screamed at him, her voice box glitching as she did so, her face plates opened. The man screamed, dropping his flashlight and running away from her.
Her red eyes looked up at the cameras, her head tilting as her face plates slowly closed. Her eyes then trailed after the man who ran from the room, her feet carrying her after him.
He turned his head as he ran, screaming at the fact something so advanced was chasing him, her steps slow and menacing. He came to a door and ran into the room, just as she came crashing into it, her voice box screeching at him. "Hank!" Came a voice down the hall, her head turning at the sound.
She growled and ran the other way, disappearing around the corner. She panted, even if she didn't have lungs, she could still feel the cool air enter her body. Her red eyes turned blue again as she cried. He was done controlling her, using the animatronics to do the dirty work.
She wasn't made to kill, only to be something to scare others even when her design was meant for children. Why was she made like this? Why did he make her? Nothing made sense to her anymore. She hid her head in her legs as she sat on the ground.
She walked about the messy Pizzeria, a sad expression on her face, her hand running across one of the tables as she heard the doors open. Dylan had called Vanessa in after the others were disposed of, her fingers trembling. "Mom! Are you okay?" Vanessa asked, running over to the robotic woman who looked over at her, the older blonde's eyes being slightly red from her crying.
Dylan let a sob escape her mouth as Vanessa pulled her into a hug. Dylan wrapped her arms around the younger woman, the two holding onto each other for a while longer before letting go. "I'm sorry Nessy, I should really stop this. He'll shut me down and reboot me if I keep showing so many errors in my systems." Dylan said.
"Nothing like that will ever happen mom, you'll be okay. We'll be okay, as long as we're together, we'll be fine." The two smiled at each other. "Okay, now, we need to visit our friend." Vanessa said. Dylan raised a brow.
"We?" She questioned, following Vanessa towards the office, where she had picked up a bottle of pills that obviously had Mike's name on it. Some kind of sleep aid?
"Yes "we"." Vanessa turned around and smiled at her, "you never get out, so why don't we take advantage of this moment. You need fresh air, all living things do," the young blonde shrugged, pocketing the pills and heading out of the office and to the front, Dylan following.
"I'm a robot, I'm not alive Ness--" Dylan jumped when Vanessa turned around quickly with an angered expression.
"Bullshit Ma!" She spit, "you are alive, and you can't change that. You're not just codes and numbers, you're more than that. You're my mom, you were there when no one else was," Vanessa said.
"Nessy," Dylan said gently, putting a hand on her cheek and gently rubbing it with her thumb with a smile. "And I'll always be here. But remember, you humans are fragile, we're not the same."
"But you're alive," Vanessa breathed out. They stayed there for a moment, before Vanessa turned around, the two going to the door. She opened it, looking back at her mother and holding a hand out. Dylan took it and hesitantly walked out of the building, no errors showing up on her feed. Vanessa invited her out after all.
The two locked up before getting into the police vehicle before driving off, the two sitting in comfortable silence. "You like him, don't you?" Vanessa cut through. Dylan turned her head to her in surprise.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Mike. You like him," Vanessa said, "it's alright if you do mom," she smiled at the older blonde.
"I don't, we're only co-workers. He's the only one who didn't run from me, it's nice," Dylan smiled fondly. Vanessa pulled into the driveway, a smile making its way to her lips.
"I'm glad he makes you happy," Vanessa said, unbuckling along with her mom as they exited the car.
"You both make me happy," she said, side hugging her daughter. A strange feeling pricking at her neck, causing her to glance behind her, a pair of black eyes stared back at her, the figure standing at her own height.
"Mom?" Vanessa asked.
"Huh?" Dylan questioned, before jogging up next to Vanessa.
"You all right?" She asked.
"Of course dear," Dylan smiled, knocking on the door. The tall figure behind her disappearing in a mist of black. The door opened, with a surprised Mike at the frame.
"Hey. Vanessa. And, Dylan. I didn't know you could leave the pizzeria." Mike pointed at her, confused. Dylan smiled nervously at him.
"Hey, Mike." Vanessa had her arms crossed, ignoring his confusion. The door opened more and the two saw a young girl with curly brown locks, "and hello." Vanessa and Dylan's hearts stopped at seeing her.
"Vanessa, Dylan, this is Abby. Abby, Vanessa and Dylan." Mike introduced the two to the young girl.
"Hi, Abby." Vanessa smiled.
"Hello, Abby." Dylan waved at her, a grin on her face.
"Mike didn't tell us he had a daughter." Vanessa said, naturally assuming this was his kid. Dylan also assumed.
"Gross." Abby rolled her eyes with disgust.
"No, uh, Abby's my sister." Mike told them. Dylan crossed her arms with a teasing smile pointed to him.
"Makes sense. But it still doesn't change the fact he didn't tell us he had a sister." Dylan said, leaning forward, her hand in the pockets of her pants.
"Are you here to arrest Mike?" Abby asked the two adults.
"Okay, uh, can you go play in your room so me and Vanessa and Dylan can talk?" Mike asked her.
"It's nice to meet you." Abby spoke. Vanessa waved at her.
"I can watch her. You and Vanessa have a lot to discuss, and I don't need to be in it." Dylan said. Mike raised a brow but didn't ask.
"Uh, sure. But just know Abs likes to draw, a lot, so she doesn't really talk to anyone much." Mike let her in. Dylan chuckled.
"That reminds me so much of Nessy when she was little. Don't worry Mike, we're all good here." She winked at him, as she walked in. He shook his head, turning to Vanessa who only smiled at their interaction. Dylan was happy, and she was, somewhat, happy with their tiny group of three. It felt weird for her to be happy, but here she was, happy.
note: Vanessa and Dylan have such a cute mother daughter relationship, I love them <3
