Chapter Two
Chica's POV
"...and then I passed out." He ends his long tale of last night's events.
I stare at Bonnie, my eyes widened in shock. He protected me? Does he like me... That way? Oh how I wish I could tell him how I feel, but every time I try a strange mumble comes out and I just stand there awkwardly. I feel the left side of my face, bringing a painful stinging sensation upon myself. My beak has been stretched wide open, and I can't seem to click it back in place, so I'll just have to deal with it. I guess I shouldn't be complaining, since Bonnie seems to have it much worse.
From what I can see, he's got cuts and scrapes all over his body. It must be from his fight with Freddy. I feel a pang of guilt shoot through me, as I know that this is because of me. I should have just kept playing the game like Freddy wanted, should've just attacked the guard, should've just kept my mouth shut.
Bonnie stands up, offering me his hand to help me up. I take it, and we walk out of the P&S together, keeping a close eye out for Freddy, should he decide to attack again. The place hasn't opened yet, so we are free to move around wherever we'd like.
As we walk through the main hallway, I notice that Bonnie's faceplate is slightly loose. I reach up to push it back into place, but he just shakes my hand off.
"Bonnie," I say "Let me help. I can fix this."
"No Chica, I've been trying all morning and it just ain't gonna work." He replies with a frustrated expression,
I back away, not wanting to upset him, and we walk along in silence.
