Posts by Vinetail

celeste stood in a dark corner of the parts room. she tried, again and unsucessfully, to get the dried blood off her hand. ever since she had killed that perverted mechanic, she had become docile and shy, stuck in the parts room. she peeked around the corner, looking at old bonnie. his half face scared her, and she bent back to cover her eyes.

OMG THIS MADE MY DAY!!!!

OOC: really? cool! im going to see it too. :)

>this kit is friendly!< lilackit thought.
"what are you doing here? me and my friends have come to see the starclan cats!" she said proudly.

OOC: ok. iève read all the books like twenty times each, so i know more or less about how it will go.

celeste creaked into a fetal position. her memories of being shut down flashed through her mind. she let out small screeches to let out her sadness. she let her hands fall from her face. she picked at the edge of her opened chest cavity. she turned her head and looked at the camera shyly.

OOC: BTW, this is celeste for FNAF 2!

"no, im not alright. just, leave me alone, alright?" she backed further into the shadows in the corner of the parts room.

celeste looked at foxy's hand. she thought about rejecting it, but she took his hand to help her stand up.
>its been... a while since i've come out of the parts room. i guess i'll come out.<

she smiled shyly.
"th-th-thanks-s-s." her voice box, well, what was left of it, glitched.

OOC: timeskip?

she sat down on the tabke. her joints creaked and squeaked. she picked again at the blood on her hand again.

"uh, well... you can see the moonstone, but its sunrise so we can't see them..." she became a bit nervous, but she padded into the tunnel again.
" come on! shadowkit, hazelkit."

Ravenpaw sighed.>finally... im done...< she had taken the burrs out of the elders fur, taken the ticks out, AND changed their bedding. she was exhausted.
>i hope whiteflame has that vole.< she padded creakily out of the elders den, and flopped down next to the freshkill pile.
"so... hungrey..." she exaggerated, stretching her arms out and lightly clawing a rabbit.

galan stood up and walked around celeste out of the packs den. >i hope she gets her new suit soon. maybe it'll cheer her up.< he had heard her sad screech. he walked out from the camouflage curtain and watched everyone for a sec.

"i-i-it's no-o pro-o-oblem-m, f-f-f-f-oxy-y. i'm-m glad to hel-l-lp." she started fingering where her dog tag on her collar used to be. when she didnt feel it, she dropped her hand again.

she widened her eyes.
"i-i thought-t-t it wa-a-as lost forever-ever." she fingered it again, as she had done so many times before.
"foxy-y, why dont you-ou fix yours-s-self? i doubt-t im wor-rth it." she looked down at her open chest cavity, exposing the endoskeleton and wires, her feet, where all the costume had falled and ripped off, and her hand, which still held the blood from that horrible day.

"no, its ok.." she rolled over onto her belly and started to devour the vole.
"it is my job, after all! i am an apprentice!" she mumbled through vole, hiding her slight dissapointment. "hey, hows it going? with your crush and all." she meowed playfully.

she looked away unhappily, cursing herself for annoying him. her thoughts shifted, remembering the story told to all the new animatronics after 1987 about the bite of 1987.
"i-i-i'm sorry-sorry." she said, clenching her hands into fists. her eyes, which didnt glow as brightly anymore, dimmed.

galan saw stae.
"oh god." he ran over to him. "stae, what happened?"

celeste tested her joints. they didnt creak, and she didnt fall over when she tested her footing.
"th-th-thank you." she said gratefully.