Children of The Dark (An Aphmau FNAF Crossover) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 49: Peaceful Skies

"This is great!" Castor chirped, almost literally. "We have almost everybody here!"

"Every chicken you mean?" Lucinda asked, holding out the last chicken in her arms, a look of painted disgust displayed across her eyes.

"Yep!" Castor took the chicken and walked it into his secret chick shack. "That's one, three, seven, bananas, thirteen-"

"Bananas?" Aaron asked.

"Just seeing if you were paying attention." Castor said, and continued counting. "Twenty-one, forty-two (Can't stop won't stop-) and..." Castor frowned. "I'm missing one."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Lucinda shrieked, not caring about weird looks she was getting. "WE'VE BEEN LOOKING AROUND THIS WHOLE ISLAND AND YOUR TELLING ME THERE'S STILL ONE MORE MEASLY CHICKEN OUT THERE?"

"Calm Lucinda, calm." Aphmau patted her friend's shoulder. "Take a deep breath, and-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!" Lucinda cried out one last time for emphasis on her pain.

"I was going to say relax and let it out, but that works too." Aphmau shrugged.

"So uhh, who's going to look for the last chicken?" Castor prompted.

"Me!!!" Aphmau furiously waved her arm. "I'll do it!"

"I guess I can run one more check around the island." Aaron gestured around.

"Nope, I'm going home to fix my hair." Lucinda snappily clicked her fingernails together. "I'm not risking myself another chicken, even one! I've already got scratches from the other three I was carrying and I don't intend anymore on these babies." She pointed at her scathed arms in disgust.

"Fair enough." Aphmau sighed, slightly disappointed in the witch but couldn't exactly blame her for complaining about scratches. Her own arms were littered with the scars of Cluckerina's bold attempts of escape.

"Good luck with the search though, these chickens ARE terribly hard to find." Lucinda waved farewell and started her walk back home, away from the horrors of the chicken hunt.

"Seeya!" Aaron saluted and began jogging the opposite direction of where Aphmau planned to go.

Aphmau also began running but stopped when Castor called out to her.

"What is it?" She asked, temporarily turning her head.

"Careful of the last one." He said. "Her names Itza, and she LOVES getting into all kinds of trouble."

"Got it." 

Aphmau started out walking, but broke into a mix of a jog/stroll as the sun rolled higher and higher into the sky.

"I can't believe it." Matron said. "I thought you hated those chickens after what that other one did to you."

"Why do you always assume things about me? Or other people?" Aphmau quirked an eyebrow. 

Matron didn't reply, possibly considering Aphmau's question when-

"BA-GAWK!"

A flurry of white feathers zipped by.

"Is that-"

Matron's poor statement was discarded when she was dragged along by Aphmau's direct bolt to follow the chicken.

"IT'S ITZA!" Aphmau shouted, her legs trying to catch up with the chicken.

"I-can, SEE THAT!" Matron yelped as she was practically snatched by the force of Aphmau's desperate run.

"Hah! Who knew catching a chicken could be so fun!" Aphmau laughed.

"Fun?! You call this fun?!" Matron screeched. "THIS. IS. HORRIBLE."