I saw the man disassemble Freddy, then Bonnie. He walked towards me, wrench in hand. I couldn't do anything- it was against policy to harm a human. So he took out bolts, one by one.
I turned on. Looked around. Gasped at what I saw. Freddy had been messed with. Bonnie was missing a face and an arm. Foxy looked even more torn up than usual. I tried to get up, to walk to Foxy, but I couldn't move.
"FOXY!" I shouted.
He turned on and looked at me. "I don't know what happened, lass. One minute, we was fine, the next shipped to a different pizzeria." He nodded to my arms. "And ye might want to be looking at yerself."
I looked at my arms. I HAD NO HANDS! I felt with my wires around my face- my jaw had been stretched beyond repair.
"What happened?!"
"I told ye, lass."
I couldn't believe it. Then I figured something- if we were allowed to turn on, then it must be night. I stood up with great effort, and so did Foxy. He opened the door for me. I looked around- this pizzeria was much brighter. I had a feeling I knew where the stage would be.
I walked to that spot, and got upset.
We had been replaced.
Well, that's the end of Chica's story! I've been thinking about it, and I don't know if in Foxy's P.O.V. I should go to the setting of FNAF 3, since Phantom Bonnie doesn't appear, and since the era is 30 years later. Tell me what you guys think. Also, I hope you guys liked this story, since it was created for people with little time on their hands(like me). Anyways, hope you fave and follow, for I have more delights coming in store. Squideena out!
