The Gang

Ballora

Yo waddup the song's called: Blood..... eNJoyyyy oh and just a heads up, there are PLENTY of bad words. Tata!

After the incident, Baby was only needed to perform during birthday parties, or any kind of party. Without her, our performances had been . . . dull. I didn't dance as happily before. Children would forget about her, and if they did remember her, they would just shrug it off and watch us perform. Of course, Baby had been locked up in her room for a few weeks, and only came out when she was either hungry or just wants to go to the bathroom. But she would hide herself in a cloth or a blanket, which was very unlikely of her. But, she had been through rough times, and I understand. But . . . .

"They've told me to build a place, a place where only you guys can go. And . . . you only have to sit in an electric chair. You don't have to do anything else." We all gasp in surprise, but Circus Baby seems like she doesn't care. What she does next surprises us. "What, you're gonna shock us if we don't obey the dumb technician?" William nods his head and says, "Yes, but, it can only be limited." We all nod. William opens the door for us and glances at Circus Baby. "You may all go - Circus Baby, we have a lot to discuss," he says. He tells us to go back to our rooms and rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

I yawn and stretch my arms. I see Toy Bonnie sitting in his bed, smirking at me. "Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey! You've got a big day today, William told me all about it." He stands up with a huge grin on his face and asks, "So! You're going to a fancy room, eh? Who's gonna be your new roommate?" I raise a brow. Did William lie to him about the new room? I decide to play along with William's game, saying, "I don't really know, but I sure hope they won't be just like you." He chuckles and says, "Okay, I'll be honest, I'll miss you." I giggle and say, "Well, look on the bright side! Maybe you'll get Toy Chica as your new roommate!" Toy Bonnie smiles and scratches his head. "Yeah, but, I don't really like her anymore. I've decided to . . . just be me, y'know? I'll help out Foxy notice her more often." He's becoming mature, I can see. It's very rare to seem him like this, mostly all of the time he would just joke around. But, now . . . . Toy Bonnie brushes his hair and exits the room. "Well, I'll see you later, Ballora."

While I am walking down the hall, I see Ennard examining the door of Baby. I stop and say, "You creep! What're you doing?!" He jumps and panics when he sees me. "Uh, um, uh - nothing! I was . . . looking at how cool this door is!" I almost laugh at his stupid response. I glare at him. "Oh, please. All the doors in the Afton Asylum are the same. What makes you think Baby's door looks cool?" He fidgets and looks at me with guilt. "That's what I thought," I say. He sighs and finally tells me the truth, "I-I'm worried about Circus. She hasn't been out often, and that's very strange of her." I nod my head in agreement. "Yeah. After the incident, she . . . hasn't been talking a lot, and her attitude changed." A few boys walk past us, and I notice them checking me out. Am I the new crush of the asylum? Ennard knocks on the door and I frown. "I don't think -"
"Who the fuck is it?" we both hear. The door opens and we see Baby's face scrunched up in frustration. "Look, can I ignore you some other time? My schedule's a little busy for dipshits like you," she says. Ennard and I frown, surprised at her attitude. "We-We wanted to check up on you, Baby. Since the incident, you've been acting . . . strange," I say. She snickers. "Well, there's nothing you can do to fix it." I sigh and look deep into her eyes. There is nothing left, but hatred. No hope, no love, no mercy. It is true - there's nothing I can do to fix her. I just have to give her some space, maybe that'll let her cool off. "Well, call me if you need to talk about anything, okay?"

William had told us to bring our stuff and meet him in his office. I got my stuff and notice that Toy Bonnie is frowning. "So, I guess this is goodbye, huh?" I say. He smirks and says, "Yeah, guess so, ballerina. Gonna miss you, to be honest." I giggle and wave goodbye. I'm gonna miss you, too.

I put my things inside the room, and I see a little stage on the centre with an electric chair. I'm used to it, but this chair seems . . . different. I don't dare step any closer to that chair, and decide to decorate this boring room.

After decorating, it seems that the atmosphere around room is . . . uplifting. I go to the door and turn the knob. It is locked. I panic, and call Baby's name. "Baby! Baby! A-Are you there?" Then, I hear a tap on my window, and I see William, smiling at me. "Sorry, dear, but you can only get out when you need to perform or when children want you guys on a party. So . . . hang on tight," he says and moves on to Funtime Foxy to tell him the news, too. I bang on the glass, screaming and shouting, tears streaming down my cheeks. William ignores my cries, and I think I see him smile when Funtime Foxy cries. I decide to sit down on the small stage, wiping the tears away from my eyes.

Why is the pretty little girl crying?

I look up and see nobody.

Right behind you, darling.

I turn around and see the electric chair. I must be insane, because chairs can't talk! This is ridiculous! I must be hearing things.

Yeah, that's right, you're talking to a chair, and find that pretty crazy, right? Well - guess what? If you sit down on this chair, I'll tell you how I talk.

I sigh and sit down on the chair, and that's when I realise . . . .
"AAAH!" I was shocked. Literally. It hurts so much, that I had to wear some sort of headgear - and it looks like William prepared lots of men to come help put the head thingy on me. "W-What are you doing?" I ask him. He grinds and says, "Well, I need to keep you stable. I need to stop you from seeing things. And so, o have to make sure to won't ever see again."

An intense moment of pain. I will get back at him. I will kill him. I will hunt him down. I will make him pay for what he did. I'll make sure he loses his sight, too. I'll make sure he won't ever see again.

Hey bros, just wanted to say . . . how's the story going far? Very shitty, I know. So, Ballora's lost her sight, huh? Well, I don't know if you like it or not, but, thanks for reading my shit anyways. I mean, even my sister could eat an alphabet soup and shit out a better story than . . . *pukes* this.

Ballora: Baby? Is that you?

. . . Yeah, I'm kinda wishing she didn't go blind.

Ballora: Baby? Your voice . . . changed. And your face . . .

Okay, yeah, I'll just make her not go blind and just give her glasses or something like that.

Ballora: . . . LONELYBUTERFLY?!?!

Um, hey. You can call me MJ if you want. Anyways, bye bye!!!

Also, berry sorry for the short chapter.

Yes, I do like berries.

I love trolling you guys.

Oh, hello. This is gonna go on for . . . hours? I dunno.

Ok, I'll stop. Sorry! 😐