The End of a Day Chapter 2
Toy Chica's POV
The place felt so desolate now during the day, since it's closed and might not open for a while. The stage reflected the afternoon daylight, but yet didn't attract any family.
After the incident, it was decided that only Mangle can get scrapped and soon be replaced with some other animatronic.
Thinking to myself, I walked around the main room. Ever since Foxy cheered me up last night, things have calmed down a bit and I actually found a way to cope with this.
Mangle's room has been finally cleaned and even emptied, most likely it will belong to whatever replaces her.
The door had no more police tape or a lock, ensuring that the whole incident might have been considered a accident. I know that the people need to be safe from harm but I'm not frankly interested in ANY of the safety measures that they take, killing Mangle was NOT a measure!
I mentally took a deep breath and walked over to the small gazebo next to the stage. The moonlight shined over the rounded top of the structure, like something out of a fairy tale. The cold breeze from yesterday returned, like a ghost that awakens to haunt its tomb every night.
I sat down on the edge with a entire view of the large room. Then, I looked over to the prize counter.
I remembered how Bonnie and Freddy usually hung around there while having a few drinks, but since there is no guard they thought the office was now their little safehouse.
My head hurt from all of yesterday's stress I let out. I have never really done something like that, never in my life have I felt so down and distressed.
I laid down on my side and rested my head on the wooden flooring of the gazebo, closing my eyes in a attempt to soothe the pain. I usually don't sleep unless I'm too tired to even stand, but now that things have changed I had really nothing to do but walk around and rest.
During the night, it was fairly quiet compared to daytime. Just a low quiet ambience surrounded the place accompanied by the darkness.
A quiet echo of footsteps suddenly emerged, breaking the dead silence. I immediately though it's just Freddy or Bonnie since they do come back to the main room once in a while to check on me.
"Bonnie! Freddy?" I called out, but to no response. Just as I begun to close my eyes once again, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Ahoy Lass."
Immediately opening my eyes, I lifted myself up to see Foxy, standing in front of me. "Foxy." I replied.
He looked at me with a grin. I noticed that his feet were the most messed up part of his body, looking completely worn out.
Suddenly, I realized the silence between us. "So, ummm... How did you get here without being caught by my friends?"
"It was fairly easy, them a pair can make quite a racket." He said, with a laugh. "Heh, no kidding." I agreed.
He then proceeded to walk towards me. As he sat next to me, I blushed slightly, but not enough for him to notice. There was something odd about him. I'm not sure if it was his looks or his style, but I had this weird feeling every time I saw him. I watched him as he looked around, probably since he's never quite been in this room.
"Ye know lass, 'tis place be huge now that I have laid eyes on it." He said to me.
"I take it that you worked at a small place?" I asked with a smile
He looked ahead and smiled as well, "Aye, never in me life would I ever be gifted with a place 'tis size."
"Why not?" I asked
"Well, I am not really special compared to the others. Aside from me garbs and speaking tongue I am nothing but another morsel." He told me
Looking down, I thought about him, noticing that he was so similar to Mangle. I remembered Mangle being very selfless, never shining the spotlight on herself, not even when she is supposed to.
I then noticed that Foxy was looking at me. "Ye miss yer friend, don't ye lass?" He said.
"Yeah." I replied once again looking down.
"I heard about everything lass, no need to explain." He comforted bringing his hand over mine.
Once again, my memories returned and I started to feel the pain. Tears welled up in my eyes and I looked up in grief.
As I cried, I felt Foxy's hand touch my back.
"There there lass, I got ye." He brung himself closer and wrapped his arms around me.
I buried my face into his chest, and I felt the comfort of Foxy's touch with tears rolling down my face now are on the soft brown fur.
Then, after a while we both ended up lying in the middle of the small gazebo. I was still sobbing, but not as much as I was when I started. Foxy started to hum a slow, relaxing tune while he stroked my shoulder.
And that was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.