"Well…..,you know what happened." Selene started abruptly with arrogance in her tone, casting the glowing animatronic's eyes to the floor. Velma arched an eyebrow, watching her movement and wondering why she looked away as though she had done something unforgivably wrong. Everyone knew what had occurred wasn't Selene's fault, but rather the sick intent of a free criminal. Even so, Selene still felt guilty as the animatronic's shoulders sagged as though weighed down by transparent sand bags.

"But…then….well, it was raining." Her voice turned bitter at the weather condition and she seemingly hissed. "And I came in here until it died down, I….I figured I'd wait for them in here."

The camera monitor flickered to the dining area as Chica's eyes seemed to examine that room. It had always been so dark especially at night, but now it seemed darker, hiding secrets that no one except for her and the other children knew. Of what exactly happened to those who vanished at Fazbear's, of where the bodies were hidden, of how everyone was so brutally murdered, but none of them understood why. They were children after all and children tend to have extensive imaginations and greater understanding than some of the adults in the world. To know why they were each individually murdered at this one place though was a mystery that not even their imaginations could decipher. Yes, they very well knew that there were bad and good people in this great wide world. Yes, they were taught the 'stranger danger' sound off when someone attempted to touch them wrongly or when someone they didn't like drew near. Yes, the world was big and scary, but also wondrous and inviting, but the idea of someone so dangerous being at a place they so dearly adored was enough to still shake their souls even in death.

The monitor transitioned to the backstage area where Chica slowly stepped away from the screen as though it were toxic. The voice box crackled with static and through the white noise came Selene's dreadful moans in protests and fear as to what the screen showed her. Freddie heads, a bare endoskeleton, shelves of eyeless animatronic heads, to Shaggy and the others who had explored that area it was probably nothing. But to her, it made her rotting intestines turn swiftly as though someone was putting a drill to her organs without a break.

Velma's eyes widened as she looked between the screen and Chica as the yellow bird reeled backwards. What was going through Selene's head, Velma or anyone else did not know. Velma waited and watched as the large yellow bird stumbled on the tile, quietly seeking for some sort of escape. Were Selene to escape, she would return sooner or later. To miss the opportunity of communicating with the outside world especially someone who was so near and dear to her would be foolish and as much as Selene was a child, she was an intelligent young lady. Chica's arms flailed slightly, searching for some sort of solace, for something to ease the internal soul's sudden onslaught of fear. The screen still flickered over Freddie heads and even a spare Chica head seemed to stare at her, as though reminding Selene of her fate and where and what she was encased in. Ramming into the chair, falling over the aviary feet, slamming into the wall, Selene yowled in frustration and terror. At the realization of no longer being able to distance herself from the monitor, Selene's groans grew rapidly into a progressive shriek that rattled their skulls. The sound rushed from the office, echoing throughout the restaurant with no sign of stopping. It tore through Shaggy's and Velma's and Fred's ears, causing them to try their best not to wince at the cringing noise. Scooby howled in pain, clamping his ears to his skull and curling into a brown, furry ball beneath the desk.

"Selene?!"

"HE TOOK ME IN THERE!"

"Who did?" Velma's voice never wavered, knowing how to deal with frightened children. She had handled them many times before in various cases and while some were hard to get through to, others were easy. Selene was an arrogant, aggressive child but Velma could understand why after hearing her back story from Miss Baline and her parents. She had known what it was like to be an outcast and while she did have Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, and Scooby as friends, there were other days when they weren't around. In those days, she was taunted and teased and knew how cruel others could be, especially kids. While she found solace in what she adored, she wondered if Selene was the same; finding comfort in science and sport.

"Purple guy?" Fred interjected, needing to know if this was the same man that had killed Andrew. It wouldn't surprise him, but rather help them understand this mystery even further.

"MAYBE! I-I DON'T KNOW, BUT HE TOOK ME IN THERE!"

"How?" Velma questioned softly as the monitor flickered to the bathroom area which suddenly silenced Selene's screaming and Scooby's howling. Seeing the grounds she frequently roamed to, the soul immediately grew calm. Pressed against the wall, the goldenrod chick's eyes flickered with an eerie glow that seemed to be the only source of light within the office, if not the entire pizzeria. Shaggy swallowed hard, never leaving Velma's side. His rigid, lanky frame was as firm as a wall, not once moving or faltering as long as Chica was in the room. He knew that Selene meant no harm, but still he didn't want to run the risk.

"Well, I came in here to….get out…of the rain. There was a birthday cake…and it was being taken to a table. The room was dim. And….and I saw him…standing in the backstage door way…I couldn't see his face. He was wearing a suit I…..I hadn't seen before."

"What did it look like?" Fred inquired as he watched the suit's eyes fall to the floor once more, as though ashamed it broke something near and dear to everyone's hearts.

"I…I couldn't make much of it out..but from what I saw…its eyes glowed. It was tall and it asked…if I…I wanted to meet…a new…friend of Freddie's. I…I said yes….to kill some time. He said 'come backstage' and I….I…I went with him. I…I..didn't think it'd lead to this…," Selene's tone crackled once more and her voice box quivered, causing sobs to emerge and hold the office in captive in tension. Their spines stood erect, hairs rising on the back of their necks as they watched the chick bow its head in shame. The room spun with an eerie silence that seemed to be the calm before the storm, as though something terrible and tragic was about to unfurl before them. Bated breaths dared not release themselves in fear of Chica losing control with a corrupted servos. Scooby peered out from under the desk, too terrified to move as Chica's head swiveled as though it lacked an internal frame.

"It's Fazbear's….it's safe…I thought I'd be okay…I THOUGHT I'D BE OKAY!" Chica rammed a wing into the wall and something fell with a loud clatter at one of the animatronics' feet. Kicking the object, Chica proceeded to throw its large body about the room like a child captured in an unruly tantrum. Shaggy guarded Velma's body with his own as he watched Chica's moves warily. He would move wherever the animatronic did while protecting Velma to ensure that she would never be harmed. Velma stayed at his back, observing Chica's wild behavior as her wings swung about, her head twisted and contorted almost inhumanely, and Shaggy reeled in fear at that sudden action. Velma pressed her palms to his back as he swore a surge of strength tore through him in knowing who he was protecting if not with his body, but his life. His narrowed eyes flashed to brimming brown orbs of confidence, remembering everything that he wanted with Velma and how his heart pounded much faster now than it had before when this evening began.

Velma poked her head out from Shaggy's protection and slowly side stepped his body. From the corner of his eye, he watched her as he felt his heart stop in terror. Should she leave his side his fantasies would possibly unfurl, giving way to a dreadful nightmare that he could not ease or escape from. Velma would be swallowed by the mechanical monstrosity and join Selene without a second thought. The idea of her short frame being mangled by cogs and strangled by cords made Shaggy's stomach churn as though he devoured an expired pack of lunchmeat. He couldn't let her live out this fate, not if he would take her place.

"Velma, like what-"

"Sssh," Velma spoke softly as she gradually neared Chica, dodging thrown objects with ease. She had grown used to air borne items in her old days with Mystery Inc. when they were starting out. Ghosts and masked criminals tossed and thrust objects at them many moons ago and while Velma wasn't so quick back then, she was now. Sidestepping each filing cabinet and first aid kit, she found herself only a few feet away from Chica who yelled and screamed, anger seething from the soul.

"Chica. Chica calm down. We can help you. " Velma attempted to coax the animatronic as well as the now sobbing soul within with her gentle voice.

Slowly turning toward her, Velma was met with the lifeless glowing eyes of Chica and only barely imagined what the spirit inside was feeling. To die was not a grand adventure. To have a life forcibly ended, especially at such a young age was far worse. Selene had potential to become an incredible athlete and everyone knew this. Her skills were unmatched, her talent was above the rest, and to have it all snatched away by a place she believed she could trust, let alone one of its employees, was enough to make her sick through and through with no sight of relief. Velma swallowed hard, knowing what she had gotten herself into, but not expecting Chica to grip the office chair; its round eyes never once leaving Velma as the room grew thick with tension. In that room no one's heart beat and no one dared made a sound or move in fear of further angering Chica, let alone Selene. Chica was already enraged to the point of throwing everything in sight, to continue to test the animatronic's temper would most likely mean death.

Velma had never seen an animatronic so infuriated before. Come to think of it, she wondered how it was possible for something inhuman (other than the soul that possessed it) to be far more angry than the typical human. It was a strange wonder, one she did not believe she would ever see in her life. Rooting her feet to the ground, she locked eyes with Chica and stared beyond the gears and into Selene's soul which shivered with an unspeakable rage.

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I'M LIKE THIS?!"

"VELMA!" Grabbing Velma by the wrist, Shaggy yanked her back and quickly turned on his heel as Chica threw the office chair. Gripping Velma's shoulders, Shaggy cried out in pain as he felt the object collide with his spine. His knees buckled, ready to give out from the pain that had been induced upon his skinny frame, but they straightened, knowing who he grasped and knowing what he had to do for her. Albeit it wasn't as painful as Fred's wound, but he still felt ripples of agony rip through his body. His feet fell forward and he found his forehead had met with Velma's citrus smelling hair. The scent roused him from his pain as Velma gripped his hips to hold him up as a shade of cherry red blossomed not only on her cheeks, but his as well.