Toy Chica POV
I've been lying to them. I've been lying to all of them.
Bonnie's 100% right. Even if I'm not trying to, I'm screwing over my friends, the patrons, and the management alike. Something is wrong with me. I can't get that fox out of my head.
It's not the urge to make things right like I've been letting on. Yeah, I'd love to do that, but that's a completely different problem I can't solve on my own.
No, I think I've fallen in love.
It's really the whole thing I've been lost on for the past several days. I didn't understand it before, but what I'm feeling can only be described as a crush. And no one can ever know.
I mean, seriously, think about how dumb this is. There's no basis on which to form any kind of relationship. We're not organic beings made to reproduce. I shouldn't feel these types of emotions. I don't even freaking know her.
But even beyond that, even assuming she feels the same way and would reciprocate my affections…
I'm scared of what they would do to me.
I'm not human, but I know how humans act. They burn people like me at the stake. I hear parents talk sometimes about how much they hate those…well, I never had to think about it before. There's no way the company would keep me, knowing I'm faulty. I'd be scrapped, my friends would be too, and we'd all be made into something far more useful than my ugly, perverted self.
And the worst part? I can't shake these feelings, no matter what I do. I'm paying more attention at work and the others have left me alone. I can keep up the act for as long as I need, and no one will ever suspect me.
But it can't last.
In the next room over, I hear rapid, sickening sounds of metallic scraping and whirring. I jump up from my seat and rush to the source of the noise.
It's Foxy. She's convulsing on the floor, jaw snapping open and shut, limbs moving of their own accord. I can hardly bear to watch as I scoop her up and rush to Parts and Service. I've never been here before, but I know this is where they take us when we're broken, or for one of our regularly scheduled checkups.
I set her down carefully inside the room. "Don't worry, Foxy, I'll fix this," I say in a panic, before rushing around the room trying to find something useful.
What am I doing?! I don't know shit about animatronic repair. C'mon, c'mon…there has to be something around here to help her!
A wrench! That's a start. Would it kill these people to organize their damn tool set?!
I gather a few more things before hurrying back to Foxy. Oh man, I really don't know what I'm doing…Freddy! Freddy would definitely know how to fix this!
That idea gives me pause. It's not that he wouldn't help, just…
I push this line of thought away and get back to scrambling for parts.
I work tirelessly for what seems like hours, tinkering with her broken body in an effort to save her life. If the human body is a temple, my body is a sauna. I'm going practically crazy trying to figure out what goes where and how I can possibly fix her up.
And by some miracle…I do!
I nearly cry when I turn her on and hear the familiar clicking of mechanical parts and servos. I've never been so happy in my life, and everything I've felt over the past couple weeks starts roaring back at full force.
I hug her gently in my arms, being careful so as not to wake her up, and carry her back to her cove. Then, I seal my fate. As I set her down, I plant a quick kiss on her forehead and silently creep back to my stage.