Toy Chica POV
Bonnie and I start on Foxy right away. We grab the right blueprints and tools from Parts and Service and take everything back to one of the party rooms since there's nowhere for me to sit in Parts. It's really lonely there anyway.
"Okay, boss," Bonnie says. Where do we start?"
Ah, therein lies the question. I look to the blueprints, then the tools, then to Foxy's lifeless body. Where do we start?
"Well…I guess we take her apart first so we see what we're working with." I say tentatively. And so we do.
She has so many pieces we have to disperse them all amongst three separate full-sized tables, and I'm reminded of how freaking insane this is. If I'd just waited a couple days, the mechanics could've fixed her up perfectly. I guess it makes me feel better to know she's in my hands, as opposed to someone indifferent to her well-being like the staff are.
We start with her endo. It's been contorted so many ways I can barely tell where she starts and where she ends, and I'm tempted to find her a new one entirely. But we figure it out, and eventually pull the full length of her six-foot body across the table.
Next, we reattach her plating. This bit is much harder than it looks since there's so many moving parts to her and all of it was torn off besides her head, hands, and feet. We get it done, though, making sure to tighten everything extra-well so none of those meddling kids can take her apart anymore. Only kidding, of course. Love you, kiddies.
The hardest part of this that I didn't mention is figuring out what the heck is actually a part of her body. There's so many extra pieces, I'm left to wonder if the staff threw an entire new endo into her and called it a day. There's definitely enough here to construct a new animatronic, right down to a second head that contains her missing eye.
What else…oh yeah, she has a TAIL! An adorable, big, bushy one that's pink on the end. It snaps right onto her backside and it's so cute I almost squeal. I just want to play with it, but Bonnie will think I'm psycho if I do it here in front of him. It really is so nice…
But now, the moment of truth.
Bonnie takes care to remove her memory card (which is thankfully, undamaged) and put it safely to the side before performing a full system reset.
We watch intently for several seconds as the whirring and chirping of her systems starts, then slows, then stops. Bonnie reinserts the memory card into her head and steps back.
Her eyes blink open.
"Huh? What? Wh-" she gasps, pulling herself to a seated position. She turns to me.
"Chica?"