I'm sorry ;_;

I won't go into a long explanation, but Fate seems to bloody hate me right now and I haven't had any time to work on this fanfiction.

Love everyone who is staying by my side.

Indigo xx

Chica grew distant. Her eyes lost the glitter that the chicken usually possesed, and Bonnie was in despair for her. Freddy worried too. His head was filled with all sorts of brutal explanations to why his chick was so upset - but he couldn't bring himself to ask her, and he stayed silent through her turmoil. Bonnie, on the other hand, often attemped to delicatley question her when they were alone togther, and desperatley tried to get an answer - but Chica remained private and her condition worsened.

Her skin became dirty and greasy; her eyes never gleamed; a smile never passed her lips and, worst of all, she never spoke. Not even casually, or to try and answer a question; she simply nodded or shoke her head or shruuged. Freddy nudged her, Bonnie indulged her, the village animatronics attempted to trick her, but she stayed resoluntley silent.

On the inside, Chica wept until her heart became almost human-like. She cried, she sobbed, she screamed, she begged for mercy - but she felt trapped inside her metal cage of a body. She longed to escape, to crush her own skin until she was free of the robotic routine of a lonely animatronic.

Freddy became to be so fretful he took her to Doctor J. , and that was what solved the case.

The doctor examined Chica very carefully, and aked Freddy and Bonnie a few questions. When he was done, he shook his head gravely.

"I've never seen such an extreme case," he muttered under his breath.

"Of what?" started Bonnie, overhearing with her large ears. "What's wrong with her?"

"She has a very severe case of DSOTAS," he said.

"What?" Freddy tensed in fear.

"Developing Spirit Of The Animatronic Syndrome. It affects quite a few, but Chica is the most interesting case I've ever seen," replied Dr. Guar.

"What is it? And why is she 'interesting'?" Freddy shivered. Many more questions were bouncing in his head, but he managed to contain them.

"You told me that your enterance into an animatronic was quite...disturbing, yes?"

"...Yes." All the animatronics from the pizzeria were reluctant to speak about the brutal murder that took place when their bodies were stuffed into those suits.

"And you were children at the the time?"

"Mm."

"Well, Chica inner child is still there, as in all of you, and it is clamouring to escape. She will be very silent and unresposive, because right now she doesn't know who to trust, but on the inside she is in turmoil. She's clamouring to live the usual life of a 15-year-old girl. I would prescribe -"

"Wait," Bonnie interrupted the doctor. You said she was 'interesting'. hat did you mean by that?" she inquired.

"Ah," said the doctor. "well, usually, the syndrome is triggered by puberty or frequent sightings of people their age, but this is somewhat different. It seems to be triggered by a single event, a heartbreak so stng it made her ill. It must of been a subconcious signal telling her mind that this would be okay if she was a normal girl."

Freddy and Bonnie stared at Doctor J. . They were confused, very confused. Freddy was about to ask Dr. Guar what sort of relationship this might of been when Chica snapped out of it.

"No! No, no, stop. I'm not ill," she burbled. This was the first thing she had said in weeks.

"Chica? Are you alright? What's happened?" Freddy asked, his gruff voice thick with sorrow.

"Nothing. I think I've just had a little bout of depression, that's all. Nothing to worry about. Just give me something to treat it and we'll be going, Doctor." Chica forced a smile.

"But-"

"Please, that's all I need. Honestly." Chica said earnestly.

"O-okay." The bewildered doctor handed over a small tub of pills, and Chica smiled gratefully. Before anyone could object, Chica tugged at Freddy's arm, and she left the room, her mind whirring.