My name is Chica. At least, that's what everybody has come to call me. I... have no memory of my childhood, or... what happened two weeks ago. All I can remember is... the Purple Man.

After hours were fine. The staff let us roam around at night, let us talk in private conversations. Freddy and Bonnie and I would usually just play Restaurant, while Foxy slunk off to Pirate's Cove.

He always stayed in there, only rarely coming out. And he always was in a sad mood... we used to be the best of friends. I don't know what happened, but I have a feeling he does.

"Hey, Waitress Chica! Can I order now?" Freddy called out to me, snapping me out of my haze.

I walked as fast as I could to them. "Of course. What shall you have, sir?"

Bonnie snickered as Freddy smiled. "I shall have the cheese pizza. You, Bonnie?"

"I'll get the classic Hawaiian."

I bowed as far as I could, still getting used to my body. Was it my body? Surprisingly, when I got to the kitchen, Foxy was standing there, a kitchen spoon in his hand.

"Foxy?"

"He dropped the spoon. And stayed there.

"Foxy, are... am I interrupting anything?"

"No, no... I just be thinking lass, that be all."

I shrugged and pulled out a recipe book. I flipped to Hawaiian Pizza, and got to work. Foxy just stood there, watching.