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“Ch-Chica…?” Roxanne Wolf spoke her girlfriend’s name, as she stumbled around the kitchen. She had followed the smell of pizza to a room she assumed was the kitchen. She had walked with her hands running along the walls, taking small steps as she made her way to the kitchen. Her eyes had been forced out of her head. Despite being an animatronic, she somewhat felt pain. Their developers had built them in a specific way so that when they got hurt, they felt the closest thing they could to human pain.
She cried as she walked, calling out her beloved Chica’s name.
“Chica!”
She stopped as she felt a presence in front of her. She extended a hand to feel, and felt the metal chest.
“Chica…?” The response she got startled her, and she covered her ears with her hands. It was loud metal scraping, nothing like she had ever heard before. It sounded awful.
Chica attempted to communicate with her love, to let her know she was right there. When she began to make noises Roxanne got scared, and ran away. All Chica could do was watch the frightened Roxy run out of the room, slamming into a wall as she did so, then proceeding to cry and leave. Chica didn’t want her to leave, but there was no way she could tell Roxanne that.