Name: "Toy" Chica
Gender: Female
Song: The show must go on (Female) by PurpleRoselyn
Personality:
Toy Chica can't be described in a few words. It all depends on her mood, as she can be highly aggressive and hostile towards another, or shy and insecure around herself. Her most common trait is her hostility- it glitters in her eyes even when approached by the most innocent victim. Her aggression is uncalled for and unprovoked- even when she is friends with someone, she will still be quite reserved and guarded around them. In every way possible she will try to avoid or even intimidate a lower being, and she hates being followed or even looked at. She isn't a bully, however; She just doesn't like to be around other parrapups. She isn't very welcoming, and can be very cold and cruel, even when she isn't around a lot of parrapups.
However, she wasn't always like this. At one time, she was very endearing and calm. In fact, she was quite content with anything someone had set out for her, even if she didn't get her say in things. She was especially sweet around kids, often hugging them and doing whatever they asked of her. She still has a bit of that love in her now, and of someone is lucky enough to bring it out, they will have a friend for life.
Age: Unknown- Classified as Teen, estimated to be about 13-15.
Relationships:
Galaxies- Enjoys his upbeat personality.
Magpie- Doesn't enjoy her company, but doesn't hate it, either.
Torrent- Could care less for her adventures.
History:
That stage was always there. It haunted her dreams and ruined her day, having to step up on that pedestal of wood and perform for those kids. At first, it was fine. She loved the kids, loved to make them smile, loved to perform for them. But years of torture from many ungrateful humans had ruined her look on those little brats, and yet everyday she had to perform for them. That was always made her upset. But who could she take her anger out on? That blasted night guard...
With a slight, gentle step off the low stage, Toy Chica resumed her average routine. First serve the kids some pizza. Then perform again. Then socialize with her fellow Parrapup mascots on stage, where they all said the same exact thing every day, because their fake voice boxes strapped around their neck, hidden in their fur, always said the same thing.
Toy Chica just shook her fur, attempting to expel the anger and frustration that fueled her mind. She trotted cheerfully over to a group of kids, pressing her paw on the voice box so it would talk. The kids all turned around as she neared, smiling happily as pizza grease slid down their fingers. "H-H-HELLO! ARE YOU ENJOYING Y-Y-YOUR P-IZZZzzzaaa..."
Toy Chica gasped as the voice box malfunctioned, it's voice lagging and going deeper and deeper, stuttering more and losing its smooth tone. Suddenly, it sparked, sending smoke and fire everywhere. The kids all screamed as Toy Chica struggled to remove the mechanism, but to no avail. It was strapped on like glue.
The kids screaming had alerted the employees and even the other Mascots, who panicked as the workers scurried to remove it from her neck. Chaos pervaded the building. Parents assumed something terrible had happened, and were in a mad rush to get their kids out the door, pushing over tables and popping balloons.
•••
The sun was setting as the abandoned building lay silent on the curb. Nothing stirred, and the only thing moving were the janitors as they cleaned up the building. Everything was quiet.
•••
Toy Chica was terribly angry. With herself, with the employees, with the voice box, with everything. She lay still on the stage as the manager closed up the building. He glanced on last time at her, a frown spreading across his face as he shut the doors for the night. She clenched her paw. Why?! Why did it have to malfunction? Her fellow mascots had avoided her the rest of the evening, casting wary glances at her every time she moved. She no longer had her voice box, so she couldn't even communicate with humans anymore. She felt that no one even cared anymore.
Her ears were alerted to he sound of a door opening as the night guard came in. By this point, she absolutely hated any person that was associated with this place. As he neared the stage, she growled a low, ominous sound that made him jump back and eye her cautiously. "I never remembered this one being bad-tempered..." He told himself as he looked at Toy Chica. He continued on, and got his post ready.
At 1:00, Toy Chica had decided she had had enough. She was painfully aware of him watching her from his camera, with its ridiculous beeping sound everytime it came on. She needed to rid this place of him. Something was up with the way he watched them- she knew it. Not even trying to be quiet, she leaped from the stage and screeched so loud it started her fellow mascots. She would make this night hectic. She would make him lose all hope of coming out alive.
•••
Toy Chicas paw steps echoed throughout the pizzeria. It's black-tiled floor seemed to mirror her movements, her reflection trotting along the hall as she neared the guard. The flashlight blinded her eyes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to be gone.
There it was. The vents. I am so close. She didn't hesitate to enter them, her heavy paw steps creating loud noises that would alert her presence to the gaurd. She had to act fast. With a deep breath, she shot through the vents. Pushing herself across the floor, she slid with such force her claws left marks on the floor. "WHAT? No! GET OUT!" The guard yelled. Toy Chica screeched a sound like a roar, and leaped.
Then the bell chimed for 6:00 Am.
The guard relaxed as she landed short of his face, growling and huffing angrily as he mocked her. Toy Chica didn't care. He had let his guard down. There where no restraints on her. He was bad. He was the one who wore purple, who's badge shined gold, who's dirty deeds floated around him like smoke. She knew now who he was.
She leaped.
There was screaming and banging outside the office as Toy Chica attacked.
But she had mercy.
She left him be. To come back another night. To play this "game" again.
He would always remember her.
Oh yes, he would.
Her life:
Toy Chica lives with her owner, occasionally visiting Galaxies and Magpie at their forest home. She works a part time day shift as a mascot at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which allows her to be near kids and enjoy herself when she feels. She is very happy with her life at the moment, and isn't looking for romance.
Art: To be added
Gender: Female
Song: The show must go on (Female) by PurpleRoselyn
Personality:
Toy Chica can't be described in a few words. It all depends on her mood, as she can be highly aggressive and hostile towards another, or shy and insecure around herself. Her most common trait is her hostility- it glitters in her eyes even when approached by the most innocent victim. Her aggression is uncalled for and unprovoked- even when she is friends with someone, she will still be quite reserved and guarded around them. In every way possible she will try to avoid or even intimidate a lower being, and she hates being followed or even looked at. She isn't a bully, however; She just doesn't like to be around other parrapups. She isn't very welcoming, and can be very cold and cruel, even when she isn't around a lot of parrapups.
However, she wasn't always like this. At one time, she was very endearing and calm. In fact, she was quite content with anything someone had set out for her, even if she didn't get her say in things. She was especially sweet around kids, often hugging them and doing whatever they asked of her. She still has a bit of that love in her now, and of someone is lucky enough to bring it out, they will have a friend for life.
Age: Unknown- Classified as Teen, estimated to be about 13-15.
Relationships:
Galaxies- Enjoys his upbeat personality.
Magpie- Doesn't enjoy her company, but doesn't hate it, either.
Torrent- Could care less for her adventures.
History:
That stage was always there. It haunted her dreams and ruined her day, having to step up on that pedestal of wood and perform for those kids. At first, it was fine. She loved the kids, loved to make them smile, loved to perform for them. But years of torture from many ungrateful humans had ruined her look on those little brats, and yet everyday she had to perform for them. That was always made her upset. But who could she take her anger out on? That blasted night guard...
With a slight, gentle step off the low stage, Toy Chica resumed her average routine. First serve the kids some pizza. Then perform again. Then socialize with her fellow Parrapup mascots on stage, where they all said the same exact thing every day, because their fake voice boxes strapped around their neck, hidden in their fur, always said the same thing.
Toy Chica just shook her fur, attempting to expel the anger and frustration that fueled her mind. She trotted cheerfully over to a group of kids, pressing her paw on the voice box so it would talk. The kids all turned around as she neared, smiling happily as pizza grease slid down their fingers. "H-H-HELLO! ARE YOU ENJOYING Y-Y-YOUR P-IZZZzzzaaa..."
Toy Chica gasped as the voice box malfunctioned, it's voice lagging and going deeper and deeper, stuttering more and losing its smooth tone. Suddenly, it sparked, sending smoke and fire everywhere. The kids all screamed as Toy Chica struggled to remove the mechanism, but to no avail. It was strapped on like glue.
The kids screaming had alerted the employees and even the other Mascots, who panicked as the workers scurried to remove it from her neck. Chaos pervaded the building. Parents assumed something terrible had happened, and were in a mad rush to get their kids out the door, pushing over tables and popping balloons.
•••
The sun was setting as the abandoned building lay silent on the curb. Nothing stirred, and the only thing moving were the janitors as they cleaned up the building. Everything was quiet.
•••
Toy Chica was terribly angry. With herself, with the employees, with the voice box, with everything. She lay still on the stage as the manager closed up the building. He glanced on last time at her, a frown spreading across his face as he shut the doors for the night. She clenched her paw. Why?! Why did it have to malfunction? Her fellow mascots had avoided her the rest of the evening, casting wary glances at her every time she moved. She no longer had her voice box, so she couldn't even communicate with humans anymore. She felt that no one even cared anymore.
Her ears were alerted to he sound of a door opening as the night guard came in. By this point, she absolutely hated any person that was associated with this place. As he neared the stage, she growled a low, ominous sound that made him jump back and eye her cautiously. "I never remembered this one being bad-tempered..." He told himself as he looked at Toy Chica. He continued on, and got his post ready.
At 1:00, Toy Chica had decided she had had enough. She was painfully aware of him watching her from his camera, with its ridiculous beeping sound everytime it came on. She needed to rid this place of him. Something was up with the way he watched them- she knew it. Not even trying to be quiet, she leaped from the stage and screeched so loud it started her fellow mascots. She would make this night hectic. She would make him lose all hope of coming out alive.
•••
Toy Chicas paw steps echoed throughout the pizzeria. It's black-tiled floor seemed to mirror her movements, her reflection trotting along the hall as she neared the guard. The flashlight blinded her eyes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to be gone.
There it was. The vents. I am so close. She didn't hesitate to enter them, her heavy paw steps creating loud noises that would alert her presence to the gaurd. She had to act fast. With a deep breath, she shot through the vents. Pushing herself across the floor, she slid with such force her claws left marks on the floor. "WHAT? No! GET OUT!" The guard yelled. Toy Chica screeched a sound like a roar, and leaped.
Then the bell chimed for 6:00 Am.
The guard relaxed as she landed short of his face, growling and huffing angrily as he mocked her. Toy Chica didn't care. He had let his guard down. There where no restraints on her. He was bad. He was the one who wore purple, who's badge shined gold, who's dirty deeds floated around him like smoke. She knew now who he was.
She leaped.
There was screaming and banging outside the office as Toy Chica attacked.
But she had mercy.
She left him be. To come back another night. To play this "game" again.
He would always remember her.
Oh yes, he would.
Her life:
Toy Chica lives with her owner, occasionally visiting Galaxies and Magpie at their forest home. She works a part time day shift as a mascot at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which allows her to be near kids and enjoy herself when she feels. She is very happy with her life at the moment, and isn't looking for romance.
Art: To be added
