Authors note: This chapter is about 200 words shorter than I'd like, but it does play a major role to the story itself. Please enjoy, and keep in mind: this was written from a smart phone errors WILL be present.
By the time we got to the park my enthusiasm had started to fade, I had stopped at the house to collect a cliboard, pen, and paper, and an old peice of poster board. Of course it was a Sunday, so most of the people in the park were here with kids. I had also put a bit of thought into it, and given Chica one of my old white T-shirts, and a skirt my sister left at my place years ago, it was pink. We left the bib in the truck, and I let Chica carry the cliboard, and pen, while I carried the waiste high poser board. I'm gald it wasn't windy.
With it being early October there weren't as many people as I would have liked, but maybe that was a good thing?
Anyway, we set up next to a fountain the park manager hadn't drained yet, I put the poster board down, and took the clipboard from Chica.
The Sign read: Save The Pizzaria!
I nodded at Chica and she cleared her throat, even if it wasn't real. Then she started singing.
"~I don't want to be al-lone.~"
"~Sitting in the dark it's just so cold.~"
"~No one here to hold me, no one here to help me.~"
Her singing voice is beautiful, even if she never gets to use it in slow easy songs like this one.
"~I have never know the sun, so please will you shoooow me!~"
"~I've just been sitting in the dark, and I'm so lone-ly.~"
Her short song slowed to an end, can't really be called much of a song actually, but it had the desired effect. People from all over the park flocked to us, trying to hear the singing. When they got here, and saw who, or mabye what was singing, I saw a lot of frowns in the growing crowd. Thoughts of being lynched or mobbed began to float around my head, but I disregarded them.
I held the clipboard over my head. "Hello, my name is Mark, I'm, or rather I was the night guard over at the Pizzeria, until it closed."
A few people left, but even more semmed slightly interested now. "I need a few signatures, and donations to help keep the new Freddy's open, so that my friend Chica here," Chica smiled, and gave them a wave, which seemed to make the crowd muffler in respone. "Can have a place to sing and a place for kids of all ages to hang out!"
Now most of the people were leaving, I got maybe one or two signatures, but not nearly enough to keep such a big place like Freddy's running. Chica, and I sat on the edge of the fountain, a bit heartbroken. It was a bit of a reality check, finding out just how bad people had it for the old Pizzeria. I sighed, and the golden avian turned to look at me.
"Was this C-Chica's fault?"
I just Ya e her a pat ont he shoulder, a wry smile on my lips. "No, Chica. I think it was my fault, this was honestly a very stupid idea."
"Damn right it was." A gruff voice said.
I turned my head the other way, to see two men, obviously parents of some sort, standing there with a coupe of rocks in their hands. "Bringing that thing out here, were it can get to our kids!"
He threw the first rock, I was expecting it to hit me, but when I heard Chica yelp...
"you son'ova bitch!" I screamed, crossing the short gap between me, and the first man in a few short strides.
My fist slammed into his gut, forcing him to drop the rocks, while my other fist found the side of his face. He toppled over, cursing loudly about his broken jaw. I heard another rock hit Chica, and turned my rage to the other man, I may not be very big, but when I tackled him, he was went into the dirt. We beat each other sensless down there, he was a much better fighter than his friend.
I eventually got the upper hand, pummling the man sensless with a few good right hooks. When it was over his face, and my knuckles were a bloody mess. But I didn't really care, Chica was curled into a fetal position on the ground, small whimpers escaping her every few minuets. I scooped her into my arms, leaving the clipboard, and the sign behind. Sprinting for the truck, I didn't hesitate to put her into the passenger seat, and climb in myself. I may have been speeding a fair bit the whole drive home, but I was pissed, and worried about my girl.
...
I'm not even gonna try to deny that thought. "DAMN IT!" I yelled, violently slamming my hand into the steering wheel.
Chica flinched, and began crying harder. My heart nearly shattered when I heard her sobbing, knowing it was my fault. A few hot tears tried to escape me, but I blinked them back, of I cried this would only get worse. Halfway home I could have swore I heard the smug laughter of the old Freddy, when I pulled into my driveway, and started to carry the sniffling Chica inside, I looked down the now dark street. Standing in the light of a streetlamp about a block away.
It was fucking Freddy, that ratty old bastard, I could even smell him. That scent of rot, and blood in the air. He was laughing.
I growled low in my throat, but ignored him. Instead I went inside, to the utility room, were the spar parts, and tools were stored. My house had three bedrooms, one of which was the fox's, one was mine, and the other was Chica's. Normally I made sure they stayed out of this room, I didn't have money for replacement parts, so of they broke something we were screwed. I sat Chica down on the old ironing table, making her move her hand so I could see we're the first rock hit her.
She faught me for a few seconds before giving up, and lowering her hands. I sucked in a shallow breath when I saw the damage.
The fluffy yellow fethers around her eye were torn away, showing the metal underneath. The same eye, or at least thw colored lense that made it look so pretty was cracked, large shards of it missing. Revealing the all black eye underneath. Which also had a sizable crack in it, which leaked a black fluid, that smelled faintly of blood.
"Oh shit, Chica I'm so sorry..." I whispered. she kept trying to look away, but I held her face tword mine.
"Chica, I'm gonna have to take the head off to fix this." I could see the panic in her unbroken eye, she hated showing my stiff like this, getting her to take off her beak had been a nightmare for both of us.
I reached under her chin, my hands dum Li g for the clasps, her good eye began to water again, she was so close to bawling. A soft snapping noise was heard, and the yellow feathers slowly began to rise. I watched her hands grip the edge of the table tightly, her shoulders shaking with effort. The mask came the rest of tha way up, sliding off of her endoskeleton with ease. I took a deep breath, trying not to freak out. I looked down at her again, gently setting the head aside, it looked so creepy with those empty eye sockets.
She turned her head away from me again, shaking in fear of my reaction. Once again, I out my hand were her chin would be, it only met cold metal, and made her face me. It was definatly unsettling, seeing those to big round eyes, one smashed, and the other still a beautiful shade of magenta. It was so full of fear, or maybe it was shame. The worst part of her endoskeleton had to be the teeth, I could get past the rest of it, but they just looked to human, like they were stolen out of someone's mouth.
"Chica," I swallowed the rappidly building fear, no use being creeped our now. "I need you to hold very still."
The Mechanicle head nodded once then went rigid. I tenativly use a screwdriver to unlatch the eye's lense, it fell to the floor shattering on impact. We both winced at that. I went over to one of the shelves, digging through a box to fing the case of eye lenses, unfortunatly the only colors I had left in Chica's size were green, and blue, funny how the blue were nearly the same color as my own. I walked back ever, finding Chica looking at herself in the mirror on the door, her suit head clasped in her arms.
Her attention turned to me, and the two lenses in my hands. "Um, these are the only colors left, so I guess..."
She didn't let me finish. "Blue."
I smiled, making her hold still once again as I fitted the eye back in place. I had her blink a few times, yellow flashing over the mismatched colors a few times, before I began to put her face back on. Once it was clipped back on she just kept looking down in shame, like she had done somethign wrong.
I stood right before her, her knees almost tugging my waistline. "Chica. What's wrong?"
She looked back up at me her eyes begining to water, this time without the black sludge.
"I-I'm not real." She whispered.
This time it was me who hugged her, shocking her into not crying, she's cried enough for one day.
"Chica you are real, I don't care what anyone says or what you look like under there. I mean looker me! If someone took my face off I wouldn't be so fun to look at either!"
That got a small smile from her, and I didn't hesitate to point it out. "See there's that pretty little smile I love so much!"
Both our eyes widened as I spoke without thinking. Her cheeks lit up bright red, and her body became warm, I did almost the same thing, minus the warm body. She looked down, playing with her thumbs, while I looked up, trying to push the embarrasment to the back of my mind.
I looked back down. "Why don't we go watch some T- mph."
I was cut off, when her beak smashed I to my mouth, it took my brain a few seconds to realise we were kissing. Suddenly I really didn't care how strange it looked. Her beak wasn't exactly hard, it was pliable, and soft, almost like kissing someone with stiff lips. It wasn't bad, just...diffrent. with a sudden thought I realised I was kissing her back, so I put a bit of effort into it, we didn't go any farther than that simple kiss, but the way she melted when I put my arms around her sides, and she out hers around my neck told me I had done exactly the right thing.
The kiss broke, and I held her close to me. She nuzzled her head I to my chest, a contented sigh leaving her beak. Well infuses denying its kinda usless now.
"I love you Chica."
She gave me a light squeeze. "Love y-you too."
The next day was spent, with me and Chica sitting on the couch, and watching movies, while the foxes played in there room. My meeting with Burhns was a total failure, although he did seem eager to meet Chica, prompting me to explain her eye to him. Other than that, we just came home, and fell asleep on the couch. Which is we're we stayed when we woke up.
Most of what was on TV was mindless sitcoms, or useless cartoons. But Chica didn't mind, and it was no big deal for me, all in all it was a great way to spend a Tuesday. Even though it brought to mind my lack of a paycheck.
But that was all something to worry about later, right now I was busy spending the day with my girlfriend, and I couldn't be happier.