Fiona huffed, kicking her feet. She had malfunctioned on stage. Now, she was sitting inside the cylinder after a quick fix. Now, she knew she really should have gone to the technicians a week early when she started feeling her arm stalling for about half a second, but the technicians were just so... rough.
She glanced up at Charlotte as she came in, a 'sorry' on the tip of her tongue. But Charlotte just put a hand on her shoulder with a soft smile, making the words die in her voice box.
"Hey, I know you've been having problems with your arm for a while, just by looking. Next time, just come to me. I can make sure things are running smoothly before ether get out of hand." Fiona blinked. That was it? No, 'stop being such a scardy-cat Fiona!'
She blinked, fighting back a sniffle. Fiona glanced down, gripping her hands in her lap just before the point of denting them. And when she couldn't stop it, a sniffle came through.
"Thank you, Charlotte..." She whispered, voice overlayed with static. Charlotte just patted her shoulder and walked out, leaving the cylinder door open.
Fiona sniffed, sliding off the table. She probably should've been scolded, but... she was happy she wasn't. Maybe she would take Charlotte up on that offer next time.
For now, however, she simply walked away from the protective cylinder. She ignored the rolls and scoffs of the technicians who worked on her arm, head raised high. She was a fox, and she was the sister of a pirate and a racer.
She was Fiona the Fox! A comedian! Maybe she was scared of some things, but that was perfectly normal and okay.
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Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.
FanfictionThe PizzaPlex needed repairs, and so did the animatronics themselves. Thank God that they had extras on-hand! Or, well, an order away! I would like to tell everyone who reads this story, that at the current point in time the first few chapters suck...
