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…