Toy Chica POV
"Oh, Scott!" I wake up with a splitting headache. What happened? I recall some ruckus, a lot of shouting, and then mostly just gray.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
The realization hits me like a train, and short, quick sobs escape my throat. She's dead…Foxy's dead…
And Freddy killed her.
This fact doesn't strike me as terribly surprising. I mean, it's not like she meant anything to him. Just another annoyance to sweep under the rug. Just like me…
I shove that thought out of my head and attempt to stand, only to fall straight on my face. Okay…I guess I'm more disoriented than I thought. I try to pull myself up to a kneeling position, but my legs just won't cooperate.
Y'know, this is a nice floor. I think they got it done recently.
Ah, well. Guess I'll just sit here until someone helps me up, not like I have anywhere to go anyway. This is a holiday weekend, so none of us have to work today. That's why he chose today to-
Pipe down!
I'm doing a good job keeping my mind off this so far. It's the only way I'm staying sane. I hope someone finds me fast or they'll have to take me straight to the loony bin, ha ha. Somebody, please come soon…
