ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇ.

「★⋯星少女」

　　    ❛ you’re not listening HARD enough,❜she scolds quietly.                ❛ && anyway, you’re not going to hear a n y t h i n g if you keep talking.                     you’re not supposed to talk when you’re listening. ❜

               her own voice is hushed && gentle. silence for a few moments, her                breathing almost non-existent. ❛ hear the whispered harmonies of the                wind；the applause of the rivers, the disjointed melodies of bird song.                people stepping in time to the beat of the earth’s                heart. percussion. a steady backing beat. talking, chattering；everything                a crescendo. a masterpiece of sound. listen && feel it echo inside you. ❜

           ❛ i can't exactly try to listen any HARDER, lady.               —& is that supposed to be a polite way of               telling me i need to shut up? ❜

                          she's kind of annoying, not to mention a complete                           WEIRDO, but at the same time, he's bored & her                           antics are pretty entertaining. a brow soon raises                           at the mystic-y words that leave her, wondering                           how long it might have taken her to come up with                           them. still MEGA annoying, though.

                         ”What I want to know is why everybody’s so interested.”

I don’t see how that’s any of your business.

                                             How oh how, did he get stuck with this job?                                              Four bucks to sit and barricade himself up                                              in a security office for six hours? This was                                              not      what      he      was      meant       for.

                            ❝ I am not getting paid                                        enough    for    this   .  ❞

                                             Tablet on the table, he was much                                              less inclined to stare at it all night.                                              They were just animatronics, not                                                                     people.

                                             What harm could                                              come   from   it  ?

           normally, the animatronic would let his allies            torment the night guard. there was no reason            to get his hook d i r t y when the others would            make good work of the idiotic sod, after all—            or so it was going to be when he looked out            from the curtain a third time & found no red            light emitting from the camera.

           optics narrowed, machinery creaking almost            ominously. the  r e d  light had not blinked to            life even once since the night shift had began.            this knowledge grated his nerves, to the point            where he grew immensely irritated.

           how  d a r e  that night guard not look into his            abode & hope for a good look at him? or more            accurately, pray that the animatronic not make            an appearance outside the curtains? was he            revolted by him? was he so sure that the other            was not a threat?

                                 rage mounted at such a thought.                                  soon the animatronic threw aside                                  the curtains & made a run for the                                  night guard's stupid office.

             it's obvious where he's looking, &              quite frankly, he has had ENOUGH              of this staring shit.

                [ oh, she can remember. she didn’t                   eat it. she did, however, hide it.                   just so he couldn’t find it. there’s                   a shrug that follows, eyes turning                   back to the lunch box, as if it were                   more interesting. another bite will                   be taken && she’ll talk with her                   mouthful. ]

            ❝ least i’m not                rustic && broken.                i think you look better                missing a foot—— but,                then again, you’d look                better disassembled. ❞

             if he had any actual hair or, hell, fur, he              would have bristled at her remark. it was              not as if he didn't know he was broken;              the out of order sign outside the PIRATE              COVE would not let him forget. & he had              long since known that it was unlikely he'd              ever get fixed; that he was disgusting &              rusting, but how DARE she voice this fact?              foxy toyed with the idea of making a hook-              shaped hole in the annoying "female",              preferably in that  g a r b a g e  c a n  of              a mouth of hers, ally or not.

「★⋯星少女」

　　❛ there is music everywhere. one need only to listen,           truly. even now, it’s there - just … L I S T E N . ❜

          & he's listening. probably just           to be an asshole, but still. he IS.

             during the start of his sudden sentience,              foxy the pirate fox had wondered why it was              that he was placed within the pirate cove &              the other animatronics were on stage. after              all, he was the only one from them who was              by himself.

                          vain and arrogant, the animatronic chalked                           this up to being much better than the others.                           he was shiny &  n e w  ; he was much more                           interesting; he had an actual concept unlike                           the others. soon foxy came to like having the                           p i r a t e   c o v e  all to himself.

                                                           it all changed after the bite of '87, foxy having                                                            been the perpetrator. jaw broken, circuitry all                                                            tangled and mangled, & his shiny self left to                                                            r o t  &  d e c a y , foxy grew self-conscious.

                                           stares were attributed to being taken aback                                            by his ghastly form. compliments were never                                            given, as  h i s  pirate cove was out of order                                            indefinitely. soon the animatronic came to                                            realize it will remain out of order forever, as                                            will he, never to be fixed.

                but no matter. he was hideous & beautiful;                 scarred & perfect; magnificently disgusting.

                                                              from then on, night guards have often lost                                                               their lives to his sharp teeth & sharper hook.

                                       stare at the animatronic from the camera feed                                        too long, & he will attribute it to being revolted                                          by the sight of him, & he will come after you.

Of course she sees him when he enters,  there are NONE who might sneak their way into the kitchen  without her notice. Especially when she is eating. She might  have stopped when he entered if she had cared, but he sat  there quietly instead, and observed— and she simply resumed  her midnight activities, biting down, and biting down, and—

                  why does she eat so much ? 

        She gulps down the bite and then sets the rest of         the slice onto the table, gently, looking toward the         other directly for the first time that night. Pale hues         make their way down to his hook- rusted- as her         mind of nuts and bolts ponders. 

                              ❝ It makes… It makes me feel… W̵͆̈́̇̃HO͐͂Lͬ̂ͯ͡Ĕͭ̈́ͭ́.̈͑̇ ❞

              lone brow raises when she actually pauses               in her activity to look at him, to actually form               a response. he had been so sure that she               would simply i g n o r e him, just continue to               scarf down the revolting grease that workers               here had the gall to call food.

              a whir of machinery from the contraption               humans might call a neck leaves him; the               parody of a breath, of a sigh. what a riot she               was. it makes her feel WHOLE? what does               that even mean? only thing that slop does is               screw up the circuitry and gears and other               mess of shit that is the sole reason she               can  s t i l l  move and talk.

              he knew he should not have asked in the               first place. then again, he had expected               something more than what he was given.               something actually INTERESTING. oh well.