WITHERED FOXY'S P.O.V.
I saw Chica run away from the party. She seemed upset about something. But I didn't know she really liked that bastard Freddy. He mistreated her all the time. I feel like pounding him to the ground.
"Foxy? What's wrong?" Toy Chica asks.
"Foxy?" Toy Bonnie and Mangle ask.
I sprint out if the room to find her. I hear sobbing in the women's bathrooms. That should be Chica, I thought. She had to be in there. There was no one else.
I tiptoe into the women's bathroom. I peer into the room slightly. Chica sobs looking at herself on the mirror. I was right. She was sad. (OF COURSE!)
"Chica?" I say.
She turns her head to me immediately. "What do you want!? Aren't you suppose to be with your 'girlfriend', Mangle!?" she says sternly.
I've never seen her so upset like this. We've known each other for a year and she hasn't been like this.
"What makes you think Mangle and I are dating?" I shrug my shoulders.
"Because your always with her. Your always in one room with her, with no one else. I thought you were the one Foxy. I really did." she sobs.
I walk up to her and hug her. She continues to sob. I rub her back to comfort her.