Toy Chica POV

Today's the day. I'm gonna check on her, I'm gonna see what's going on, and I'm gonna get this whole mess resolved.

Freddy's still mad at me, and I can't imagine Bonnie's any better after that shitbox of an apology I gave him, but I'll make it up to them later. I can't continue to let a member of the family tolerate this kind of abuse.

Kids' Cove is always empty after closing hours. The staff never come in here, and I know darn well Freddy and Bonnie don't. She's lying in the corner like always, looking utterly miserable. Who wouldn't be? It's so dreary in here…

I swallow the dread growing in the pit of my stomach and step into the room.

"Um…hello," I muster, giving her a little wave. I step forward. "How are you doing?"

She looks at me emotionlessly and I'm suddenly frozen again. What the heck am I doing?

"Well, since you're good, I gotta be going now. I have to do that thing in the, uh, kitchen, with the workers. Yeah. Uh, I'll see you later." I turn tail and walk out of the room as fast as I can while saving face.

"I'm…okay, thanks for asking."

I look back at her, surprised. She's staring at the wall again, her words a moment ago the only proof she had heard me at all.

I step timidly towards her. "Are you sure? I saw, well…"

"You saw me getting ripped to pieces?" she replies softly, almost imperceptibly so.

I stiffen. "Well, yeah…"

"It's fine. All my parts are present and accounted for." She looks like she wants to smile but can't find the energy to do so. I don't know what to say, just fiddling with my hands like an imbecile.

"Thank you…"

I nearly jump out of my suit. "It's no problem. I'm Chica, by the way."

"I know," she murmurs, curling up into a pile again.

Words can't describe my embarrassment. "Right, well…see ya later." I sprint out of the room without a moment to spare. Shit, shit, shit…

That went about as poorly as it could have gone. Why am I acting like this? I never had this kind of issue before. I thought I got over that scene, at least enough I could freaking talk to her without tripping over my words like an idiot. Hey, maybe it's not all bad. Now, instead of wondering how shitty her life is she's gonna be wondering what force of nature made me so stupid. Maybe I did improve her day after all.

Forget it. My conscience is clear and I can return to life as normal. No more reason to waste time thinking about this.

But then why am I still so confused?