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Chica walked back to her room. Or at least walked in the best way a broken endoskeleton could.
When she had woken up to find that her voicebox was missing, she knew she had to find the others. Had to show them what that kid was capable of. And really she wanted comfort. So here she was limping back to the gallery where she hoped at least one of the others was. Maybe they could even help her get to Parts & Services.
When she entered the gallery that led to all their rooms, however, she heard a heartbreaking sound. Now it was no secret to the other animatronics that Roxanne had suffered with some kind of inferiority complex, and it was especially known to Chica. So when she heard the haunting cry of her girlfriend, she knew something was wrong.
Chica decided to walk past her room and head straight to Roxy’s. Even though she had no voice, she would do whatever she could to comfort her girlfriend. And if cuddling her to oblivion would do the trick, then cuddling it shall be.
As she neared Roxy’s room, the cries got louder. As she passed by the larger glass wall that allowed people to peek in, she could see the wolf standing in front of her vanity, head down and sobbing.
Well that wouldn't do, she wished she had a voicebox in order to tell her girl that she was the best, her favorite and would definitely be the one to catch this child!
Once she entered the room, she then saw why her Roxy was sobbing.
“What?! Who’s there!” said the wolf, turning towards the door, teeth bared, something she would never do towards the chicken. And even when she would be accidentally hostile to Chica, the moment her golden eyes connected with Chica’s brilliant blue ones, she would soften up. Only there were no striking gold eyes for Chica to stare into. Only two pits leaking oil.
Chica tried to say, “Oh my! Roxy, what did they do to you?” but instead all that came out were croaks and squeaks.
“Do not make me ask again,” growled out the blind animatronic, claws extending.
Chica spoke out another croak, desperately hoping for some way for the wolf to know it was her. With her own voice not working and Roxy unable to see, she had no clue on how to comfort her without the other lashing out due to fear.
That is until Chica saw the other animatronic take in a sniff. Then another. And saw her stance relax.
“Cupcakes. Pizza. And some hints of garbage,” mumbled Roxanne. Then she rushed forward enveloping the chicken in a tight hug, nuzzling into her to catch more of her scent. Then as she pulled away, still holding the guitarist in her arms, she breathed out an, “Oh Chica.”
Chica tried responding with a joke along the lines of, “Good thing those repair guys decided adding scent receptors was a good choice!” that came out as garbled creaks.
“Yeah it was the brat who did this to me,” she responded, obviously not understanding what Chica said. She then felt around on Chica’s face, tracing her hands over where a beak should be. “Did he do this to you, too?” she had asked, concerned and connecting the dots.
Chica nodded since Roxy’s hands were still cupping her face.
“Oh babe. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.”
Chica shook her head.
“Yes I should’ve been there, what good am I as a partner if I’m not there to protect you?”
Chica tried to reason out a, “Then by that standard, I should’ve been there when you needed protecting,” but once again no real speech came out.
“Exactly a lousy, loser partner that doesn’t deserve you…”
Chica shook her head no, very aggressively this time. No! You self-antagonizing dork! This isn’t your fault! How can she get her Roxy to understand. Obviously writing wouldn’t work since she wouldn’t be able to read it. And doing morse code wouldn’t work either since Roxanne always got annoyed by how long it took to write out a message. She then looked around the room for anything that might help her, when her eyes saw Roxy’s keytar.
Now that’s an idea! And she moved out of Roxy’s embrace, looking for the guitar she had hidden in the room.
But realized leaving so abruptly from Roxanne’s grip was probably a bad idea since she began to panic.
“Wait no! Please! Don’t leave. I promise I won’t let you get hurt again. I’m sorry for being a loser! Please! Chica?”
Chica then went back to her girlfriend and held her hand till she was able to get out the guitar from behind the racing arcade machine. She moved both of them over to the couch and soothed Roxy’s hand over her shoulder while she got to tuning the guitar.
Suddenly she strummed out a chord. Then another. And was playing a song that was happy and made it sound like she was relieved.
Roxy immediately knew what Chica was doing. She was trying to talk to her through music. And it was working! “So you’re actually relieved to see me?”
A happy chord was her response.
“Oh. Do you-do you think I’m still beautiful?”
A song plays this time. With a melody that was quick, bold, and beautiful. Roxanne got the message loud and clear and pressed into Chica’s side.
“Thank you. I missed you. I was so scared.”
A sadder chord is played, almost as if Chica was trying to say she was scared as well.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I wish I was there. That brat has done way too much damage to us. When I get My hands on him I’ll–”
Chica gently places her hand onto Roxanne’s knee, stopping her tangent.
“Alright, I'll stop. It’s just…I wanna see you. Look at your adorable face, y’know. Hear your voice..”
Chica lays her head onto her shoulder, trying to communicate how much she misses speaking to her too.
“Yeah…” The wolf lets out a huge sigh. Trying to think of solutions. “Maybe we could get to Parts & Services, fix one another. Or we could try and find the brat together, or maybe–”
Chica played a mess of notes to let Roxy know that she didn’t want to do any of that right now and Roxy stopped.
“Fine, we can just chill here for a bit then, I guess,” huffs the wolf.
Chica then begins to play gentle melodies to relax her girlfriend. She could tell it was working since she felt Roxy nuzzle her more as the music played.
“Umm, hey. You-uh you still love me right?”
Chica then played the most loved filled melody she could, a song that was much longer than any of the previous ones.
Roxanne began to tear up again from the beauty of the music. “Yeah, I love you too.”
They stayed like that for a while longer, Chica playing music and Roxy cuddling up to her. The two of them giving comfort to the other. If they both wanted, they could pretend that this was like some other night in the Pizzaplex. A night where Chica is just practicing her part for the band's songs while Roxy chills, eyes closed, and listens, offering input when Chica comes to parts that were a little difficult. However, it wasn’t like any night, they would soon have to go out again and search for the kid loose in the plex, the one that damaged them so badly. But, they would enjoy this moment for what it is despite it all.