The End of a Day Chapter 4:

Foxy's POV

I kept rereading the paper I had in my hand, making sure that I wasn't misunderstanding anything.

Despite my doubt, I was not seeing things, I am becoming part of the crew once again.

Joy and excitement engulfed me as I took off back down the hallway.

As I ran down the long hallway with a spring in every step, happiness made me want to dance and think about what can happen next.

My first impulse towards coming back to the main room was to go find T Chica.

I thought she would be as happy as I am when she heard this, but then it hit me.

I stopped in my tracks for a moment.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her, not that I don't want her to know, I really do.

She is still recovering from Mangle, I'm afraid telling her will remind her.

I thought that it's better if I kept everything a secret at that time. Thinking about my decision, I turned back around.

I walked back to the office with the paper and set it back down onto where it was originally. I smiled and headed back to my room.

Opening the old door, I made my way through the dark.

I had an old, torn up mattress that helped me sleep on the cold tiled floor, I laid down on it.

The room was dirty, but habitable for me, just some mold and cobwebs. I stared up at the ceiling with relaxation taking over my mind.

I thought to myself about the things I have done these past few days, and all of them had one thing in common.

Never in my life have I thought about meeting someone I would care a lot about.

At that moment, I started thinking about the lass. How she trusted me, how I trusted her.

Seeing her slumped down against that wall was what made me care about her.

The way she looked at me with her beautiful eyes made me care about her.

The fact that she spoke to me, as she could have seen me as a freak made me care about her.

I knew she was nervous about me, now she admires me.

And I admired her as well.

I started getting that strange feeling once again,

Soon, just soon, will I be able to see her again. I want to let her know that I love her.

Toy Chica's POV

I love him, I really do, especially after what he has done for me. He's so selfless, and gentle, not to mention he's a pirate, pirates are usually the opposite!

Seeing him walking down the hallway made me want to chase after him, begging him to stay a little longer so I can tell him how I feel.

I guess I was just going to have to wait, until the times come.

I have as much as urge to just wait that to just go for it.

Mangle would know what to do, she was all about love.

"Do you like somebody Mangie?"

"I like everybody Tee Chee."

"But do you like anyone in particular?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have somebody you like more than anyone else?"

"I can't answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because we all have our little secrets."

Sitting on the end of the stage, I looked up at the tiny stars that were hanging from the ceiling.

I remember seeing these stars swinging around in the night breeze.

"Oh Mangle, if only you can know how much I miss you."

Her smile always made me feel like a star, like something that matters

"I will never forget the moments we shared together, the moments we lived together."

She was a star to her fans, even the ones that didn't take her apart loved to see her.

"But most of all, I will never forget your impenetrable love for everyone."

A particular star caught my attention though.

A shiny, pink star hanged higher than all the other ones in a cluster of different colors of light, like a trapeze artist taking the show.

I felt a small, warm tear run down my cheek, but I was strong.

"Mangie!"

"Yeah Tee Chee?"

"Do you think I might find somebody one day?"

"Aw Tee Chee, you don't find them, they gotta find you."

"Huh?"

I stared off ahead into space. Those last phrases echoed around my mind. I realized that those words have come true.

Snapping out of it, I looked over and saw the hallway, darkening as the sun sets.

The parts and service room door was barely visible from my distance, only the darker texture of it setting if apart from the rest of the end.

I must tell him, I must let him know that I love him too.