Gone. Just gone. Not coming back. Didn't recognize me. Won't ever go home.

Lucy's spirit stewed inside of the Chica suit. The songs that she had once loved so much had become mocking to her as she sung them over and over and over again.

Will had tried to talk to her and Peter and Greg, but Lucy didn't want to talk to Will. She was mad at him and his Mom and his brother. She didn't want to talk to the Puppet either. Lucy couldn't see her Daddy anymore because of them, and it was stupid of Will to keep on telling her not to give up, that her Daddy was going to come back. He wasn't going to come back. He didn't want her near him when she had walked up to him. Not like this. Not as a big, fat, dumb chicken. Lucy wasn't going to get to have her next birthday. She wasn't going to have Christmas, or Easter, or Halloween. She wasn't going to go to school and be a zookeeper. She wasn't going to get to see her Grandma and Grandpa again.

She couldn't even see her Mama, and that wasn't fair. Mama was dead too, so why couldn't she get to see her again?

Lucy couldn't control what Chica was doing on stage. That was probably the worst thing of all. She hated not being able to control how she moved, what she said, or even what she was looking at, like she was a puppet. When the animatronics were in free roaming mode, Lucy didn't want to move at all. She just wanted to stop moving and talking so much for just a little bit. If she could, she'd go back into storage and sit there, though the animatronics were programmed to only go back into storage at the end of the day, and they weren't allowed to remain in private places like the storage closets or the bathrooms for too long. At least on the stage, Lucy and Peter had the space to themselves. But even up on the stage, Lucy couldn't get any peace and quiet, as indications of the mood of the customers kept on flashing in front of her, or rather, Chica's eyes. Lucy ignored them, though the more she did when she was on stage, the more persistent they got. After a few days, more and more people came to the restaurant, and Lucy had to ignore more of the warnings. She didn't want to deal with anyone.

One day during free roaming time, Lucy was standing on the stage with Peter, while Will was out looking for his Mom as usual, when Lucy noticed a girl about her age at one of the tables in the back of the Dining Room. Most of the kids in the store were always either excited and happy, or angry that something wasn't going the way they wanted; having to leave the restaurant or Freddy and his friends not talking to them after the shows. This girl though seemed upset. She was sitting by herself at her table, frowning at a plate of cheese pizza in front of her. She looked so lonely. Lucy couldn't even see her parents anywhere. It reminded her of how Will and Robbie's Mom wasn't there when the Purple Man tricked them. This made Lucy sad and angry at Will again, but it also made her think more. This girl was alone in the store, and no one was watching out for her. As far as anyone knew, someone could just come along and grab her.

Lucy didn't want to leave the stage, but she didn't feel that she could just leave this like it was. She walked off the Show Stage and came towards the little girl. Some of the kids in the front of the Dining Area shouted and squealed with glee when Chica finally came off the stage.

"Hey Chica!"

"Hi Chica!"

Lucy ignored them though as she moved to the back of the Dining Area. Some of the kids tried to follow, but some were satisfied enough with seeing Chica move. Those that weren't had to deal with it and went back to their tables pouting. Lucy reached the lone girl, who looked up at her, surprised and a little scared.

Hi, my name's Lucy. What's yours?

"Hi, my name's Chica! What's yours?"

"Mi…Michelle."

Why are you so sad Michelle?

"That's a nice name. Are you having a nice time at Freddy's?"

Michelle was less afraid of Chica by this point and looked back to her pizza, shrugging.

Why are you by yourself?

"Are you enjoying the pizza?"

Michelle shrugged again.

"It's okay, I guess."

-CHILD UNHAPPY-

I know that!

"Be sure to eat plenty of pizza!"

Lucy kept herself from saying anything else that Chica's computer would try to translate. Michelle didn't respond this time, only poking at the pizza a bit. Lucy tried to talk again.

What's wrong Michelle? You look really lonely.

"Are you having a good day?"

Michelle poked a bit more at her pizza until she muttered something.

"None of my friends could come."

What happened to your friends?

"Are you and your friends having a nice time?"

"They all got sick today, and they couldn't come."

This was getting hard for Lucy. She wanted to make Michelle feel better, but she didn't know how to do that with the phrases Chica had in her memory banks. She decided to try something.

That's too bad. At least you could come though.

"I'm glad that yyyyoooouuuu could come to Freddy's!"

Michelle looked at Chica oddly, but she responded.

"Well…thanks Chica."

I wish that your friends were okay, but I'm here at least.

"You look like you could use a hug."

The Chica animatronic held its arms out. Michelle gave Chica another concerned look, but then she looked at the floor. Chica was keeping her arms out for her. Eventually, Michelle scooted over and wrapped her arms around the big yellow chicken.

"Thanks Chica. I'm glad you're here at least."

The two of them heard a voice.

"Michelle, c'mon."

Chica let go of Michelle turned to the source of the noise and saw a man that could only be Michelle's father.

"C'mon, it's time to go. Let's box up that pizza."

Michelle's father put a Styrofoam box on the table, which Michelle put her slice of pizza in. Chica stepped back, allowing Michelle to leave the table and follow her Dad out of the restaurant, holding the pizza in one arm and holding her Dad's hand in the other.

"Michelle, I'm sorry things didn't turn out like you hoped. Maybe we can try this some other time."

"Oh…it was okay." Michelle turned her head to Chica and waved. "By Chica!"

The Chica animatronic held its hand up and waved back.

"It was nice having you! Come back soon!"

Lucy watched as Michelle left, and then went back to the Show Stage. She had managed to keep an eye on Michelle and cheer her up, and that was all she was in the mood to do. Some of the kids shouted in disappointment as Chica went by them without any other attempt to talk to any of them, but they settled down quickly enough. Lucy was able to withdraw back into Chica again. This time though, she felt different. For the first time since she had been murdered, she had felt a sensation of happiness. It wasn't the same as when she was alive, but it was something. Lucy was glad that she was able to talk to Michelle and cheer her up a bit. It felt good; it helped to get her mind off of her own pain. Lucy wanted to be left alone still, but now she thought that maybe it would be nice to come off the stage again sometime.