Toy Chica POV

"Chica."

"Chica, wake up."

My eyes flutter open to see Bonnie staring back at me, unblinking.

"It's almost opening."

I yawn loudly and stretch. Ugh…I'm exhausted. So much to do and so little time to do it.

"Are you okay?"

Heh, I must really be out of it if Bonnie's asking about me.

"I'm alright, thanks," I manage a grin. "Just tired."

"How can an animatronic be tired? Stupid chicken," he clicks, tuning his guitar in preparation for our performance.

I look around the dining area. Freddy's gone, probably off messing with company documents again. I think it makes him feel important to know the ins and outs of Faz Ent.

It's the perfect time to take a walk since nobody will be here for a few minutes. It's almost serene, in a way. I wish I did this more often.

The hectic nature of my job means I never really get to think about…stuff, and today my thoughts are in full gear. Strangely, they drift to my bandmates, about as good of friends as a gal could ask for. They can be a bit standoffish, sure, but at the end of the day they have my back and I know I can trust them no matter what. I smile at this thought. It's good to remind yourself of those you care for.

"Chica! Customers are arriving! Get your ass onstage!"

Oh, well.

As the pizzeria descends into its regularly scheduled chaos, me and the others stay busy. The kids' smiles and laughter warm my heart, if I had one, anyway. Freddy and Bonnie don't always share my passion, but I really do love these kids, childhood is such a treasure…

Though, nothing of much note happens until my last performance is over and I'm wandering the pizzeria, interacting with patrons and posing for pictures. Children are playing in the party rooms, so I follow the noise. I walk into the main hallway and by chance glance into Kids' Cove.

Oh, Scott…

I stumble out of the room, paralyzed with shock. No way. No freaking way. I can't even think and I'm losing my bearings, my mind's going a million miles an hour and-

In my disoriented state, I crash right into something and fall on my butt on the floor.

Freddy turns around. "Chica, what the fuck?" he hisses.

"Freddy!" I scramble to my feet. "Freddy, you have to come see what they're doing in there. It's awful and disgusting and you gotta help put a stop to th-"

"For fuck's sake, Chica, can't you go five minutes without making a scene?" He looks back at the patrons, who are too entranced by Bonnie playing guitar to notice.

"They're ripping apart Foxy in there!" I whisper-shout back at him. "Did you know about this?"

He looks disinterested at best. "You mean that trash heap that only exists for the toddlers to amuse themselves with?"

"How can you possibly not care?" I nearly scream. "That's one of our own and they're treating her like a Lego set!"

"It's been broken for months, Chica," Freddy replies dismissively. "What did you think had happened?"

As he trundles off, I'm still more than a little frazzled. I knew she was in an accident and…we never really got to talk much, but I never would have imagined something like this was happening, I mean, that's her body and they're tearing through it like mud. I couldn't imagine someone doing that to me…

Hours later, I can't stop thinking about it. I can't let this go unnoticed, I have to say something…if nothing else, I can at least make sure she's okay. Us animatronics only have each other, after all. I owe her that much.