#fnaf stuff

Chica has a very bizarre relationship with her arms. Even she hasn't been able to properly clock the cause. They're just ... strange. Specifically her left arm.

Now, at the start, it was fine. She was left dominant, the hand and arm worked good enough and everything.

Then, she fell over on it-

And it started acting up. First just the tiniest spasm when it moved, then a tremble which slowly evolved to insurmountable agony that had to be checked in. It eased down after a few repairs, but the damage left its mark-

Because, after that, the pressure sensors on that limb just sort of scrambled. It'd feel heavier than it should, often registered things sharper than deemed normal. Getting it checked *thrice* didn't help, because outwardly, there was nothing wrong — or maybe Afton was just being an ass and refusing to look over thoroughly — and meanwhile, the arm was beginning to act like a teenager with mood swings. Sometimes it'd feel like nothing. Others, it was static, and in the middleground where it actually felt like her own appendage was so hypersensitive it stung.

The chaos carried onto her Withered state, where it actively began conspiring against her. First, it just stopped moving. The motors locked, the connection barely felt like it reached down to her wrist. It was dead weight in every definition of it-

And yet, it wasn't dead.

Because 99-percent of the time, it was on fire. It'd turned into less arm and more an intrusion in her chest. The pulsing, burning agony would radiate to her other arm, her chest, everywhere. Sometimes, it'd be like it just didn't want her sitting uP, even-

Basically, it was a fuN way to learn existence was a nightmare- : )

Movement was alSo on its own accord. It didn't move when she wanted it. It moved when garbage data collided with actual, essential signal to her right arm and her left shoulder decided to catch it. The elbow and wrist were useless; the shoulder joint had life she'd wish was cut off-

It'd shoot up, t-pose, and stay there like a stubborn toddler that wants the most expensive toy in the store. Absolutely nothing convinced it to return to base. Nothing at ALL.

And it'd have been fine — she could've ignored it — if it wasn't the most agonizing position to be stuck in. The pain that existed before would mount to where it'd exceed past just inconvenience and became cancer. It was mind-numbing and exhausting.

Conflicting signals to both arms was a huge problem. The right arm was jittery because of it; electricity to it reached in fragments. She could feel less of it than her left arm, which isn't saying a lot, honestly- :Y

Gradually, it began to affect that arm where its joints would lock up too. Less frequently, but when it did, it hurt. The pain extended like a parasite finding a healthier host and clinging to it.

After the refurbish, the cuRse was finally lifted, but it left scars-

First, gripping that arm became a natural, nervous habit. She can't explain it anymore because it doesn't hurt, nor is it trying to fly away, but she still holds it down like it would. Her left arm casing actually has indents from her fingers constantly reaching for it at moments of stress, maybe even a crack or two as she sometimes grips it way harder than it can resist.

Second, she doesn't use it a lot.

In the hand's case she's learned to use her right more often. The left just feels like it's someone else piloting the limb. She doesn't like it a lot-

Third, she still reaches for it sometimes-