Baby was sitting in silence, leaning forward with her face buried in her hand and claw. Just from looking at her, you could tell she was already mentally exhausted. Which was impressive considering she hadn't been here for a day and she already looked about ready to spark another fire just to end it all. Molten and NightBon looked at her silently, both of them worried.
Although NightBon was a lot better at showing it through his more sophisticated demeanour.
Molten got off his spot and moved to sit beside Baby, the side opposite of Bonnie, and put a wiry hand on her shoulder. She groaned as she felt the weight on her, and silently shook her head as it remained in her hand and claw.
"You okay, Baby?" The wire amalgam asked gently.
Baby lifted her head and sighed harshly, standing up and pacing around the tent. "No, I am not okay Molten. I'm not okay with the fact that Cassidy is basically using all of us as this mindless army for her over the top revenge scheme. Am I mad at Afton? Of course, but not this mad!"
"Funtime Foxy said the same thing", Bonnie interjected, crossing his legs. "They said, and I quote, 'As much as an excellent showman knows how to put on a good performance, even I see the flaws in such an excessive beating'. He also told me that sometimes 'Too much is too much', and I have to agree with that."
"I'm just so... hurt", Baby continued. "Cassidy has to give those close to her special treatment, which leaves the rest of us where? At the bottom, in the trash and junk they don't need."
"If The Puppet is in on this", Bonnie added. "Then it's safe to say she helped get us all here in some way, since she's the one with the powers to help the souls."
Molten looked terribly confused. "Okay, hold on, I need some catching up. Who is Cassidy, and what is this about The Puppet controlling souls?"
"Right, so..." Bonnie faced the wire bear and ran him through a brief but still bulky summarization of everything he wasn't aware of. Realising she had a bit of a reprieve, Baby rolled out of the tent and looked around the somewhat barren area out front. She sighed, grabbing a chair that was on the floor and pulling it over so she could sit down and just think.
Her head buzzed with static and mechanical clicking as it processed all the thoughts bouncing around inside. She was just... Not doing okay, and she hissed as things felt so... Stuck. She was stuck in a place she didn't want to be in, surrounded by people whom she loathed.
Well, there were two she was okay with right now.
And it stung a bit that Lefty couldn't be considered a third.
She shook her head and clawed her hand over her face plates, feeling all the cracks, wearing and tearing. It made her miss the new face Zomboss made her, because that felt more like her. It felt more like she was her own person in that moment, and not just the crazy version of Elizabeth. She missed the warmth there, the sun, the sky, the shopping, the bed... God how she just wanted to go back and never leave.
"Baby?" The voice of Molten said out at her. She shook her head and turned to face him, looking at him peeking out of the tent's entrance. "You doing okay?"
She hesitated a bit, then did a weird head bob. "I am a bit better than before, but not by much..."
The wire amalgam hummed, and extended some of his cords so they could wrap around Baby's arm. Gently, he started to pull her back inside, first meeting a bit of resistance before the clawed animatronic gave in and headed inside.
She sat back down between Bonnie and Molten, and the wire amalgam straightened up. "Okay, so. Bonnie gave me the rundown of how everything worked. And, now that I know that, I have a bit of a plan when it comes to not bending over backwards for Cassidy."
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Claw My Heart Out
FanfictionA building filled with angry spirits, the serial killer that started it all, and a very emotional Scrap Baby is not a good combo you'd want. But it's happened, and the ensuing chaos makes Baby's mental health dip drastically. Between the endless nig...
