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My Bright Star

Kickin' Chicken x reader [part 3]

>>(Part 1), {part 2}

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, aftermath the boss fight with catnap)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn!reader (whatever you want it be), fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc, mentions of experimentation and laboratory, gore and violence,blood, not proofread so there may be typos and other errors here

A/n: THE... *pant* LAST... *huff* PART... *huff* sorry i delayed this one a bit, supposed ta finish this yesterday but didn't manage to do so. But hey the wait is over now!

You were shook by what happened. You were hyperventilating processing what had happened. Kickin' looked at you with a concerned expression. You were shaking violently. "Hey, y/n. I'm here. Don't worry... I won't leave you." He patted your head, comforting you as the red smoke from the four corridors vanished. You were still shaken from what happened. Your nose picked up the scent around you. The sweet smell of ylang-ylang mixed with Kickin's dried blood. "Hey," Kickin' placed his forehead on yours.

He held the locket on your neck gently, opening it to reveal the picture of you two. He moved his head lightly to have a more closer look to your face and held your hands together.

"You've already done so much

So many lives you've changed

So many souls you've touched..."

He took your chin and made you look up to his face, you protested "But I only--I--I killed them--" you sunk even lower, trying to cover your face with your hands. But kickin' immediately grabbed it away from your face,

"... And in the end, if it's only me you saved..."

you finally looked at him. His wings holding your hands as he brushed his featherd thumb across your fingers. Feeling the same familiar feeling when you were together back then, when he was still Milo. You felt heat rush to your face.

"There's something that I've been dying to say"

You two grabbed each others faces and locked your foreheads together as you sang.

"More than anything, more than anything

Need you to know I love you more than anything"

You two closed your eyes together saying the last word and opened it again,

"More than anything... "

Kickin's left eye turned blank and you closed your eyes. You kissed his beak lovingly. You two then broke apart. Blushing at him, you giggled. "I finally found you... Just not the way I expected you to be." You smiled at him warmly with slight amusement in you eyes.

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head at you whilst his wings holding both of your hands. You briefly looked up, recalling that very thought that made you overthink so much in your life. "I've been waiting for you ever since I got adopted because I wanted to be with you... forever." You looked at him, eyes full if adoration. Kickin' felt heat on his face at your statement. But he immediately fell as he looked down on his body, full of meat and polyester and feathers. You took his face and made him look at you, "Hey, what matters now is that we've found each other. No need to feel so down." you beamed at him, scent of ylang-ylang was already growing stronger at this point. His wide grin lifted a little at you, "Of course, we have each other's arms now." He touched his forehead with yours.

"Say, what is life like outside?" Kickin' asked. He didn't know what the ouside world was since he is now an experiment. "Well, taxes, adulting, work, full of shit actually." You answered nonchalantly.

And that, people, was the time Kickin' is no longer a smiling critter. He is now a frowning critter.

You laughed at his reaction, "Well whatever that is," was all he muttered in your laughing fit. "So, what does... outside look like?" He asked again. You stopped laughing by this time, don't worry. "Well, it has plants, water, the sun, light, uh..." You thought of what else the world has. "--Full of colors. And uh... Delicious food!" You sticked your tongue out at him in a silly way. He smiled at you gently, remembering the time when you were both still in Playcare. You were eating so much cookies made by a Home Economics teacher from the school. He rested his head over his winged hand, "I wonder... what it feels like to live outside..." He looked up at the ceiling, yearning for freedom. You looked at him sympathetically, remembering the fact that he was trapped in this factory for a very long time. "How long... have you been here?"

Kickin' perked up at your question, "Well," he straightened up, "I don't exactly know actually..."

You looked at him, scanning his features. A small amount of smoke was coming from his mouth, just like what Catnap does. But instead of the red bad breath gas, it was the sweet flower scent. You also can't see it much but from what you can gather it has the color of a pale yellow. "I should tell you... Sleep for a while." he whispered, making your eyelids heavy. He had the same ability as Catnap, except his gas was harmless.

"...." You gave in to the scent.

Kickin' looked at you with his eye full of sorrow, "I'm sorry for what you're about to dream..." He said one last time before cuddling you as you slept peacefully.

.....

You fell into a dream, similar to what CatNap did to you in the Counselor's Office. But this time...

Yellow clouds surrounded you,it was a vortex of the flowery scent. "Wah! What is this?" You gasped opening your eyes. You were slowly drifting in the air going forward as a bright light at the end of the tunnel is seen. Your eyes widened, in hopes for it to be your escape.

You meekly held out your hand to reach out the light but quickly retracted it to cover your eyes. Your other hand was gripping at the grabpack handle tightly.

"Hey you!" A boy's voice called. You rubbed you eyes trying to make out what's in front of you. "Playcare?" You head whipped around. It was lively, full of children, full of toys, full of laughter. You brought your attention to a familiar boy in front of... "... Me?" You gasped, perplexed.

Your younger self was standing shyly near a door, "The door to the gas production zone..." A boy was in front of your younger self,"Milo..." You said in nostalgia. He reached out his hand to the child, "Let's be friends!" he grinned at your child version. The two children ran down from the tables where children played pretend tea parties in. You followed them as they ran to the Playhouse.

You remembered you were new at that time, 8 years old. Time has passed so much because now you're a 24 year old with no direction in life. You sank at the thought. After passing the games from the Game Station, you were brought to the cable car, along with the other children, to the butthole of hell. Which of course you only knew of what it is just now because you weren't focusing on your surroundings as a child. And now you came back to the factory only to see this... This horror...

By the time the two children reached the Playhouse, yellow clouds appeared in your vision. Blocking your view from the children, "H-hey!" You were teleported to another memory again. It was night time. Under a tree near the statues of the smiling critter, you saw the two children again. The memory was when Milo gave you the locket. After asking the grown-ups in charge of the picture-taking for school to take a picture of the two of you together, he put it in a locket. "Now, I bought this with someone helping me so shhhh." He whispered and shushed you to keep his secret. The two children giggled. You looked at them with a soft smile, remembering this exact memory in your head. Though, you noticed an employee watching from afar. 'Was he the one who helped him?' You guessed. 'Well, thanks I guess.'you shrugged as he went back to a door.

Your child self held the locket gently, cherishing the gift Milo gave you before you were adopted. Tears suddenly flushed down. "Oh, yeah right. This necklace... was his parting gift for me." You brushed your tears. It was your first gift. He was your first friend. It sucks that you were only together for 2 years... You also remembered that Milo was older by 1 year. "He'd be 25 by now..." you muttered.

Milo held your hands to his face, "I promise, I will find you to the ends of Earth after I get adopted too! And then we will be together again!" He proclaimed. You and your younger self smiled at his enthusiasm. "Hey kids! Time for bed!" Ms. Harper said.

Once again, clouds drifted in your vision. The next memory was quick though as it showed you being picked up by your future parents. Milo was there. Standing with a sad smile. You hugged each other and waved your goodbyes as you went in the cable car. You've never seen him ever since. Then yellow clouds appeared again. "I was 10 when I was adopted... That makes it 15 years? Since I last saw Milo. I wonder why the letter says '10 years' though. Must've been sent with the wrong address along with that creepy VHS tape." you thoughtfully said, cringing at the creepy doll tape.

Then the next memory appeared. This one is unfamiliar. Kickin's voice narrated it all. "I was 11 when you were adopted. I was waiting and waiting and waiting." The memory showed Milo looking out to a window from the Home Sweet Home. It was daytime and he wasn't playing with the other kids. "I was here months before you came. You were the best of friend I could've asked for." Then it changed to when you made your appearance. "I enjoyed our time together. I gave you an old locket from one of the employees and I begged them to take a picture of the two of us. You know theyre were taking a picture of us back then right? I thought it was for school, but it was actually for something else..." the locket memory replayed, you were frozen in place. You couldn't move nor speak. You could only listen. "I was angry that I could only spend 2 years with you." Then it went to you going to the cable car along with your new parents. "I cried and cried and cried. Then the next year, I was picked. Picked for adoption. Everyone was cheering for me." Milo looked happy. Smiling from ear to ear. "But I was WRONG."

The memory then drifted to a dark room. A light flashing open to Milo strapped down to a medical bed. Tools were around him. Doctors and scientists were surrounding him. You couldn't hear him but you could see him screaming for his dear life. Then darkness grew over the lab. Your eyes widened at what you were seeing. Still dead silent from this paralysis. The memory was him in an observation room with one light above him. He wasn't human anymore... His grimly expression facing the mirror where on the other side, the scientist were residing. He had his head low. "So, Experiment [REDACTED], what do you feel?" A scientist asked him from the speakers. He didn't answer. He wasn't moving. Tears welled up. There was a lump in your throat. You couldn't do anything. You wanted to move, you wanted to save him but-- "Y/N... back..."

"I'm sorry, repeat again?" The scientist tapped the papers in hand on his table as he took out his pen. Kickin' Chicken looked up. His eyes hollow with only his glowing white irises. His hollow grin was oozing with black substance. "BRING Y/N BACK TO ME." he then thrashed the observation room, screaming and growling, knocking out the light bulb. He banged at the window where the scientist were but they immediately went out of the room they were in and immediately pushed the alarm button.

Subconsciously, you covered your mouth in horror, staring wide eyed at the scene.

"Then three years in this body..." Blood. Blood was everywhere. Screams, corpses, people running in different directions. Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, all of the Smiling Critters. The mini huggies, Bunzo Bunny, PJ Pug-a-pillar, BoxyBoo, Kissy Missy--EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE TOYS MADE BY PLAYTIME CO. WERE ALIVE. They were killing everyone. Blood spilled, screams filled the air, corpses were thrown everywhere.

The yellow cloud appeared one last time to cover it all.

You were awaken from your sleep. You panted from the nightmare. Seeking Kickin' Chicken for comfort, your hands tried to find him wildly. You were tongue-tied from the vision. He peeked his eyes open and sat up. His head creased inward in worry, he embraced you in a wide hug. "I'm sorry. I had to show you everything." He apologized. You were sobbing on his dried wound. But you were careful enough to not lean on it too hard. "I'm sorry I left you! I shouldn't have go with them! I'm sorry! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--"

"Shh..." He hushed you with his feathered finger and held your shoulders, "I'm still alive. I survived PickyPiggy. I went deep down the caverns... after those 10 years of false freedom." He clenched his wing. Angry at what was promised to them wasn't given to them. You leaned again on Kickin', sniffing. You closed your eyes for a bit.

After a moment of silence, you sat up, "We should go. We've been here for too long." you stood up. Kickin', despite wanting to protest, followed your lead. The two of you went down the elevator and you grabbed the large battery to its station. Kickin' looked at the gas was transferred. It was gone by the time you were beside Kickin', "... Let's go." you said solemnly taking the lead. He gave you a worried look but you focused on going to the open door on the left side of the zone. Kickin' crouched as he entered the doorway.

"Good, you're here." Poppy started. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like i knew you would. With... a friend." You searched around for any sign of Poppy, but to no avail you couldn't see her. "Catnap's gone... The red smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you." The seal in front of the two of you opened. "But if we're to keep going then... Then you deserve to have the truth." On your upper right, Poppy emerged from the vent. Kickin' tried to scowl at her but due to his eternal grin he did otherwise. Poppy glanced at Kickin' with a hint of anger before turning her eyes on you, softly "You came back because of your friends. The employees, and the orphans." She brought out a red VHS tape. "You want to know what happened, and why. This...this is your answer." She walked towards the VHS , "We called it 'the hour of joy' " she placed the tape in. Your expression was so grim you couldn't bring yourself to talk. You wanted to say you already saw it, but you were petrified standing.

You watched it again. Black and white, it was a CCTV footage. It was slow. Yet you can see it right in front of your eyes... You breathed heavily as your eyes were on TV. Kickin's concerned touch broke your trance, "Maybe you shouldn't wa--"

"Y/n should." Poppy said firmly. Kickin' would be gritting his teeth right now if he had any.

The melody haunted your ears. It screamed of nostalgia, anger and rebellion.

Finally the tape was finished, Kickin' wasn't looking at the TV this whole time.

"I remember every moment of it. It went so lkng.... So agonizingly long." Poppy said after a moment of silence. "They tried to hide, to run, anything to stay alive... I remember their cries: 'Whats going on?'... 'Why is this happening?'... 'What are those things?' " She added. You blinked, remembering the screams from your dream. "Senseless slaughter, that's all it really was. They killed everyone. The guilty, the innocent, didn't matter. All that death... It didn't fix anything." she hugged herself, clenching her teeth. "And then, once it was all over, they dragged those corpses down below where they'd never be found." She trailed off, " And they... Ate the bodies... To stay alive." A gate on the right side of the lift opens, revealing a familiar pink monster. She calmly walked to Poppy as she talked.

"The Prototype has to die. For this. For everything." Kissy lifter her hands to Poppy. She stepped to her hand as the pink giant carried her to the lift, "... So he's reason why the factory closed, then what are his intentions? Why did he do this?" You asked, with your feet carrying you just outside the lift where Poppy was laid down to. "If you want to continue more, then... You should come with me," you went down the small staircase but a hand grabbed your shoulder. "The Prototype is too dangerous for you, y/n." pleading eyes were telling you to stop. Poppy annoyingly looked at Kickin' Chicken, who returned the look. You simply scoffed, "Heh, me? Too dangerous? Oh stop it, you're making me blush." You brushed his wing off as you hid your face in fake embarrassment in a smug expression. Kickin' simply raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, "Now, cocky are we?" He was flushed. You two were locked in each other's eyes as you two went tomato-heads. Poppy was visibly cringing at the two of you and Kissy was just... Kissy. Smiling and staring intensely with disgust either too visible or not too visible on her face.

Poppy coughed, "Hey, we still have something to do!" She said with a tense smile. "Oh right." You clicked your tongue. "But, I will come with you. You're not separating with me this time." Kickin' stated in determination. You shrugged, "Meh, sure. You can come." You looked at Poppy as if asking 'Can he?' Poppy waved a hand as her permition for him to tag along.

Kickin' grabbed you and jumped to the lift. You then noticed Kickin's wounds, "But will you be okay with those?" you pointed at the gashes of claw on his torso and his right eye. "Oh this?" He reached for his right eye, "Don't worry about me. I can still fight for you." you relaxed, sighing. You didn't realize you were tense this whole time.

Poppy looked at you both, concern visible on her porcelain face. Then she turned to Kissy, "Soon as we reached the bottom, we'll send fhe lift back up. Just hold tight okay?" The giant nodded with a down attitude. She walked to the lever near Catnap's cutout. You moved a little bit to let Kickin' take a seat. He needed a rest even if those wounds have dried.

"After you." The lift then started to go down.

"Alright. Once we hit the ground, we need to be cautious, theres something-" screaming and biting sounds cut off Poppy. You tried to look up but you couldn't see what's outside due to the lift slowly descending. Kickin' couldn't stand since the space was getting a bit small for him.

"What? Whats she doing?" She tilted her head, "... This isn't-No, no no... NO!" The doll sweated bullets with panic in her voice. "We're coming! Just hold on!" Poppy frantically pressed the button. You fired your grabpack to the lift, trying to push it away. Kickin' tried to press the lift's seal up, but light enough to not break it. However, he couldn't exert much force due to the tightening space and his wounds. His sitting position was giving him sharp pains, his hisses were the proof of it.

The screaming continues and Poppy was hyperventilating. You and Kickin' were trying to lift the cover up but it was no use. The lift's lid was slowly going down to cover the three of you, "C'mon cmon! Go faster! Kissy!" She cried. The lift was sealed.

End.

A/n: thank y'all for reading this! I honestly didn't expect that people were reading this that anon asks were sent to me for the progress! 😭 Well, this is it. The end. I enjoyed writing this, i seriously love this chicken sm XD What do u guys think of this silly one-shot? Was it good or was it bad? Iwjenndndb Welp, i tried my writing skills here, that's all i could say. Ta-ta!

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