Hello everyone. I've had this idea for this for a while now, and I'm finally writing it.
I hope you'll all enjoy and I'll be updating this regularly. :)
Thank you for reading, and until next time, Peace!~
Darkness engulfed everything as the sound of rain filled a small child's ears.
Her head throbbed and her eyes hurt.
The child's shiny blonde hair was frizzy, and her body was cold.
A thin sheet lay on top of her, but didn't do much to warm her.
One fluffy white pillow lay below her head, propping it up barely.
She went to rub her eyes, but felt something tying her arms down.
Baby blue eyes fluttered open, scanning the small room she was in.
Her heart was beating at a thousand miles a hour, scared to death.
In front of her was a metal door, locked up tight.
To her right was a small mirror and sink, along with a toilet, but it had a blue curtain hanging beside it for privacy.
The floor was cold and glossy tile, and on the wall beside her bed was a small window, bars covering it to prevent it being broken by her.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She yelped, squirming and kicking, her feet not tied down unlike her arms.
After a couple minutes of thrashing and no one coming, the girl stopped, panting and trying to catch her breath.
Where in God's name was she anyway?
The girl's eyes trailed off to the window, watching the rain fall past it at a steady pace.
Was this some kind of prison? Had she done something wrong?
Well it was obviously was no use yelling for help, and if she was to gain someone's attention that may not be the best thing.
"What's my name?" She thought to herself, closing her eyes tight and desperately trying to figure out who she was.
"Chica..." She whispered out to nobody, opening her eyes once more and looking around the room.
Last names didn't matter at the moment, her name was Chica, and wherever she was she wanted out.
It scared her to death, she was only about 8.
Staying awake would do no good, struggling to get out of being tied down would do no good...
She would have to wait until morning for answers, when hopefully someone would come into the room...
The girl took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, turning her head away from the window and staring at the grey walls.
"Sleep.. Sleep... Sleep..." She mumbled to herself, closing her eyes tightly.
It took an eternity, but the girl finally was able to fall asleep.
Her chest raised up and down gently with each precious breath she drew, as the rain continued to pour outside.
The sound of a door clicking open woke the girl.
Sunlight flooded into the room as she squinted, her eyes locking onto a pale man standing in front of her.
He had brown hair and was wearing a black hat, a blue shirt, and a pair of jeans and sneakers.
His blue eyes locked with hers as he reached down, unlocking the straps off her arms.
He gave a gentle smile to her as she sat up, rubbing her wrists and looking around the room.
"W-Where am I?" She stuttered out, turning to the man as her eyes locked onto a nametag.
"Mike"
"Breakfast is in the sanctuary..." Mike said, ruffling her hair before walking out, his footsteps growing further and further away.
"...Well that didn't answer my question..." She mumbled to herself, standing up and looking down at her bare feet as they made contact with the cold floor.
Now able to see a lot better, she saw she was wearing a red dress, black trim around it and three white buttons in the front of it.
Glancing over beside her bed, Chica saw a pair of black shoes.
Reaching out to them, she sat back down on the bed, pulling white soft socks out of the shoes before sliding the socks on.
After she'd successfully had the shoes on, she hopped off the bed once more, approaching the doorway cautiously.
Peeking her head out, she saw several other open doors leading to rooms identical to hers.
Where was she anyway?
The girl nervously paced down the hall, eventually coming into a room filled with furniture.
Several couches were there, all surrounding a old tv that was currently turned off.
A couple bookshelves were in the room, several different colorful books sat on them, some not slid inside correctly, the pages of them facing out.
A coffee table sat in the middle of the room, not far from the Tv and just enough space away from the couches to put your feet up on.
In the corner sat a wooden table, a old record player sitting on top with several records sitting underneath it.
There were 3 other children in the room, each one doing different things.
A red haired boy sat on a couch, holding a toy pirate ship and looking at it.
He was wearing a black T-shirt, brown shorts, and white socks.
On the other end of the couch, sat a brunette boy.
He was wearing a blue T-shirt, jeans, and white socks.
In his hands he held a sketch pad and a pencil, not paying much attention to the world around him.
Across from that couch sitting all alone, sat a purple haired boy.
In his hand he held a brown acoustic guitar. He was gently strumming the cords, humming some kind of nursery rhyme that sounded extremely familiar to Chica.
He had a red T-shirt on, black shorts and was barefoot.
The red haired boy glanced up and saw the girl, a sudden smile coming across his face.
"Hey! It's the new girl!" He giggled a bit, pointing to her as the two other boys looked up at her.
Chica nervously waved, not knowing who they were or even where she was still.
The purple haired boy quickly sat the guitar down and hopped out of his seat, spinning around and extending his hand to her.
"Hello there! I'm Bonnie, but you can call me Bon if ya like..." He flashed a toothy smile, freckles all over his face, and missing some front teeth.
"Calm down, Bon. Don't scare her..." The brunette sighed, setting down his sketch pad and walking over to them, extending a hand to the girl as Bonnie stepped back a bit to give him room.
"I'm Freddy." He smiled, shaking the still-nervous girl's hand. "You can call me Fred..."
The red haired boy approached her, smiling and extending his hand as she grabbed ahold of it. "I'm Foxy... And you are?"
"C-Chica..." The girl nervously smiled, shaking his hand and taking a step back away from the boys.
She glanced over at a enclosed room not far from them where she caught sight of Mike, sitting and going through paperwork.
"W-Where am I?" She asked, turning back to the boys.
"Try asking them anything around here..." Foxy half chuckled half whined, shaking his head and glancing over at Mike who seemed to take no notice in the children staring at them.
"Well, we call it The Ward..." Freddy spoke up, Bonnie shrugging and sitting back down on the couch.
He picked up the guitar and started tuning it again, sighing. "That was his idea..."
"And we all go along with it..." Freddy chuckled, walking back over to his side of the couch across from the one Bonnie was sitting on and sat down.
He picked his sketch pad and pencil up and looked back up at her.
"You can sit by Bon. This couch would be a little cramped with three people..." Freddy chuckled as Foxy sat beside him.
"Are you calling her fat?" Foxy chuckled, sitting down beside him and picking up his ship again.
Freddy shook his head and rolled his eyes, sighing. "Stuff it..."
Foxy chuckled and glanced up at the clock, eager of the approaching time.
Chica smiled a bit and walked over to the couch where Bonnie sat, sitting down next to him.
"So... Why do you guys call this The Ward?" She asked, looking up at him curiously.
Bonnie was silent for a moment, shrugging and setting his guitar down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Because it is a ward... A mental ward..."
Chica's heart sank as a bell began to ring.
Freddy and Foxy quickly set their things down and scrambled out of the room, running through a door not too far from the room.
"Breakfast time!" Bonnie squealed, grabbing onto Chica's hand as he ran after the boys, Chica keeping up to him.
"A MENTAL WARD?!" She thought to herself, horrified.