[TFF] Showtime (Currently Rewriting)

"Fnaf World The Musical~"

  “Jeez, this is a ton of damage,  I won’t be able to fix all this. Where did you even find them?”.

  “Oh, this is the friend I told you about! The one I’ve been talking to for the past few months!” 

  “This is- I thought you meant an imaginary friend, not…this.” 

  “Hey, were ye able to wake the lad up yet?”

  “No, they shouldn’t turn on for a while.”

  “Oh, but, the lad’s eyes are opening. Doesn’t that-”

  “Wait, what?”

 I opened my eyes. What, or whoever had been talking went silent. 

  “What happened?” I pushed myself up and held my head.

  “Hello again!” The voice from before said.

  I looked up at the person who spoke, and the pounding in my head got louder.

  They were a mess of tangled wires, eyes poked out from between a few. Looking up at their face, though, was the hardest. 

  “Not my fault you're too slow!”

  “I’m not putting on a hat.”

  “I’m going to go get an actual gun.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “They can’t get that, understand?”

  “You idiot!”

  “Hello? Are you okay?”. They asked.

  At some point, I had looked back down. Releasing my head, I pointed to my neck.

  “Y’know, I fixed your voice box. You can talk.” Someone chuckled, I turned to them, taking in their icy appearance.

  I stare at them, before saying,

  “...thank...you.”

  I turn back to the wiry bear, looking at their face again. The pounding was faint now, but it was still there. 

  Their face was mostly white, but their muzzle, as well as their inner ear, were a light shade of blue. Bright red cheeks stood out against the matted fur, which somehow went well with the white and blue on the rest of their face. Their eyes were a bright purple, and looked chock full of energy. Despite most of their body looking like a train wreck, they seemed happy as can be.

  “Do I know you? You sound...familiar?” I asked, tilting my head.

  “Oh! You must’ve heard me when you were offline! I’ve been talking to you for the past few months!” They grinned, and then added “You’re really nice to talk to!”.

  “That...huh. I guess that makes sense.” I said.

  The memories from before floated away, and I didn’t pay any mind to them.

  “So what are your names?” I asked the group.

  “My name is M.T!” The wiry bear, M.T, cheered.

  “Freddy Frostbear, but please, just call me Frost.” The icy bear mechanic, Frost, said. 

  “Me name be Grim Foxy! Ye can call me Grim!” The fiery (literally) fox, Grim, yelled, pumping his hook into the air.

  “The name’s Mangle, sweetie.” Said a voice from above.

  Startled, I look up and see a white and pink fox hanging from some vines. Their endoskeleton was visible, and their wires seemed to wrap around the vines.

  “That’s what’s letting them hang like that!” I realized.

  “Ah, sorry for startling you.” Mangle said. They loosened themselves from the vines and fell beside me, “I do that sometimes.”

  “Oh, it’s alright! You didn’t do anything wrong ma’am.” I told them, then realized what I said. 

  “Or sir! Or neither!” I said quickly, “I’m sorry if I misgendered you!”.

   Mangle laughed, then pretended to wipe a fake tear from their eye.

  “It's all good sweetie! Ya didn’t do anything wrong.” They smiled, “I go by she/they pronouns, just so ya know.”

  “Ah, okay.” I replied shyly.

  “Anyways, that’s enough about me.” Mangle smiles, and asks,

“What's your name sweetheart?”