Chica stood before Foxy, and she didn't dare to make eye contact.

"What happened to ye lass?!" Foxy exclaimed.

Chica had a huge gash on her cheek, and there was blood on her suit from her bib to her feet. Chica was close to crying, and the pizza box dropped from her hands. Chica dropped to her knees.

"F-Foxy... It... It was terrible..." She whimpered.

"Lass, what happened?" Foxy said in a calmer tone.

"A small child... She couldn't have been any older than 6... She cheered my name, then tried to climb up onto the stage..." Chica cried "She fell backwards and cut her head off of the side of one of the tables... She wasn't getting up and was bleeding like a mother..." Chica began to cry uncontrollably.

"Lass, it wasn't your fault... It was an accident..." Foxy said, trying to console Chica.

"I jumped off of the stage immediately..." Chica Continued. "I picked the girl up and ran her over to her parents as she bled on my suit... Her parents called 911 and I gently gave her to her parents... The other children were horrified as I ran to the storage room to find something to cover the stains with..." Chica cried.

"Ye did the best ye could, lass. Now what about yer cheek?" Foxy said as he walked closer to Chica.

"Freddy," Was all that Chica could manage to say.

Foxy kneeled down beside Chica, then he loosely wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed her back to make her feel better.

"Maybe eatin' t'is pizza will make ye be better," Foxy said quietly.

Foxy cut the pizza in half with his hook, then in half again to make quarters. He handed a piece to Chica, then Foxy grabbed a piece for himself. Chica ate slowly, and after her first piece, she wasn't hungry. Foxy looked at the last piece of pizza, then got a brilliant idea.

"Lass, why 'on't ye go see Mike? He may be able to help ye wit' yer problems," Foxy suggested. "Den ye can come bach an' tell me what happened wit' yer cheek."

"Ok," Chica replied with a sniffle. She exited the cove and walked towards the office.

"Wait lass!" Foxy said as he walked after her. Chica turned to face him. "Take t'is last piece of pizza to t'e lad. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

Chica took the pizza from Foxy, then walked to the office to see Mike. Chica walked in to see mike leaning back in his Chair. Mike looked over to Chica when she walked in, and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god Chica, what happened?!" He asked.

Chica handed Mike the pizza she brought for him and explained what happened as Mike ate. She left the part about Freddy, and asked for help when she was finished.

"Well, Fazbear, my boss, told me a little about what happened and he asked me to check on you... I kinda forgot..." Mike said guiltily. "He said he left some peroxide, a needle, and some thread to fix you up. I could go get it for you and fix you up."

"No, I'll get it myself," Chica replied. "Thanks Mike"

"Anytime Chica, and the stuff's in his office," Mike said as Chica was walking out.

Chica went to the CEO's office and saw a Wal-Mart bag on the desk. Sure enough, there was peroxide and yellow thread in the bag, along with a few packages of sewing needles. Chica went to the storage room next. She grabbed a couple of rags from the room, then returned to the cove. She set the stuff down on the floor, and Foxy looked up.

"What is t'is lass?" Foxy asked.

"CEO Fazbear bought some stuff to fix me up. He was going to have Mike do it" Chica replied.

Chica grabbed a rag and the bottle of peroxide. She put the chemical on the rag, and began to wipe the blood on her suit with it. Chica and Foxy watched in astonishment as the peroxide foamed and washed the blood right off. Soon, Chica was squeaky clean.

"Foxy, can you sew my cheek closed?" Chica asked shyly.

"Sure, but I 'on't know how, lass," Foxy admitted. "And can ye tell me what happened to yer cheek first?"

"When I took care of the child and returned to stage, Freddy just glared at me. Later when the children left at closing, Freddy smacked me across my face. His claws left this gash..." Chica replied.

"Freddy be an ass eh?" Foxy growled. "Well I'll fix him!"

"Foxy, he'll destroy you! He's so much bigger than you!" Chica cried

"Well if he be hittin' ye, he be asking fer a beatin'!" Foxy growled.

Just then, Bonnie walked in.

"Uh... Chica, Freddy wants to see you..." Bonnie said nervously, and then she looked down the hall. "Now."