Toy Chica POV

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You're a scared, stupid bitch who can't do anything important because it's too hard.

I can't believe myself. I left her alone at her lowest point because I couldn't bring myself to approach her. What does that make me? She…well, I don't know if I can call us friends, but that doesn't mean I think ill of her or want her to be hurt.

I meant to say hi, I really did, but I froze. The mental image of her on the floor…getting torn apart…was too much for me to handle. Scott, I can't believe this. Everything about this is so screwed up.

Not to mention, the others have noticed something's wrong. They've mostly called me names and told me to get my head out of my ass, but it's not like I can blame them. I have been a bit of a moron lately…I can't let this distract me from my job.

Anywho, Freddy's nervous about the company again. Some bad stuff came out about the management, I think. I don't know. It's tough to keep track of everything that happens here.

"Animatronics acting screwy?! What animatronics, motherfucker? Maybe the others are like that, well, they're like that all the time, but it sure as hell ain't me!"

Bonnie takes my arm and leads me into the hallway where it's quieter.

"What's been happening with you?" he whispers.

"What? Nothing. Everything's good," I smile a smile I don't feel.

"Bullshit, Chica," Bonnie replies. "You've been acting all weird and spaced-out for the past couple days and people are starting to notice. What's with you?"

I pause, suddenly fighting a flow of tears that threatens to spring up from my eyes. "I can't tell you," I reply softly.

"Why the hell not?" he asks irritatedly.

"I just can't, okay?" I snap in a sharper tone than I intended. I turn away. "I just can't. Maybe later but…not now. I'm sorry." I can't face you or anyone else…

"Damn it, Chica, I…" He stops. "Whatever. You wanna be all secretive, that's on you." I watch him slink away out of the corner of my vision.

And I wonder…am I telling him the truth?

I swiftly push these thoughts from my head and start walking out of the hall to apologize again to Bonnie. I'm being a huge jerk right now and I know it, Scott knows if he'll forgive me…

But I stop short at Kids' Cove once more, I don't know why, and peer in. She's resting in a pile in the corner, like a dog, and she doesn't see me, but I can see her. Her remaining eye is brimming with tears.

I leave the room and put my head in my hands, now unable to keep from sobbing myself. What have I done…what have I done…