"H-Hel-lp… p-p-ple-eas-s-se…" The chicken moaned. I remained frozen with confusion that I'd suddenly found her. I wouldn't move. I was too frightened by the horrid sight of the poor robot.
"P-P-Pl-lea-s-se…" She repeated the word. I felt the oil from my fingers reach my knee, soaking the fur and turning it to the blackest shade I've ever seen. I stared at the oil, then looked to Chica, who was getting annoyed that I wouldn't do anything. Forcing the energy past the pain through my body, I dragged my footless leg to where she was slumped against the wall.
"Chica… what happened?" I sat myself next to her, and she closed her eye to try to remember.
"R-Run… G-G-Get-t a-awa-a-ay-y…" She whispered. I noticed a hint of fear in her eye, as well as something different I never would expect. …Guilt? But why would she be guilty of anything?
"T-T-The-e-ey-y g-got-t m-m-me.."
I leaned closer to hear better. Her mangled voice and my torn ear weren't helping at all. It took me a moment to go over her response in my head and figure out what she was trying to say. It wasn't too difficult, apart from the static and repeating sounds she made. She was surprisingly shaky and looked like she was about to flood the room with tears.
"Who's 'they?'" I questioned her. Chica stopped shivering. Instead, she managed to turn her head to me and stare at me with the coldest, most serious emotion she's ever given me. She stretched her beak a few times before answering.
"T-T-The-ey… g-g-got the-e-e o-oth-her-r-rs-s… They-y-y're-e… af-f-f-ft-ter…" Her voice trailed off then.
I gritted my teeth. Who would do this to a robot? If anyone, why would they even choose to do this to a robot? I got closer so I could get an answer out of her. "Who? They're after who?"
She eyed me closely, and then twitched her beak to make sure it was still functional. I was right next to her face, eagerly waiting the truth. I clawed the ground where I was, too deep in thought, wondering what secrets she could reveal. But instead, the answer wasn't anything what I thought – no, it was worse than what I thought.
"T-t-they're after-r-r… you."
Hey again! Sorry for such a short chapter this time, but I've been pretty busy lately, so I kinda rushed. I just decided to make this chapter about Katie and Chica's conversation after she fell through the vent in a mysterious room... Anyway, expect bigger and longer things soon, because this is hopefully gonna be the only time I make a slight delay, so for now, this is all I got. I have a lot of things to keep up with, so I have no idea how long it will take me to write the next chapter, but I'm aiming to upload at least every two or three days. Thanks!
~ ThatOneObsessiveWriter
