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Dawn has struck, and Freddy can't believe his(?) eyes.
There, laid the white and pink chicken, lower-half trapped under the rubble that had fallen from the ceiling. She sits dormant in her current position, her body in heavy disrepair. Cracks and molten materials formed and drooped on where her beak once resided, exposing the metallic insides. She looked almost lifeless, like a dead body who had just been murdered in cold blood, stripped of flesh, and left there to rot, if it weren't for the occasional sparks of light on her indigo eyes which looked completely loose.
His heart ached at the sight of her.
Chica was here, his bestest and closest friend, his comfort, a shoulder to lean on when things seem bleak, who was there right from the beginning to hold him, at their best and at their worst, and he had forgotten all about her in favor of protecting Gregory.
He rushed towards her and kneeled by her side, raising his hand and contemplating whether to shake her awake or not. He isn't even aware if she had any battery left, the function that lets them determine fellow animatronic statuses had burned down within the building. He opts to get the debris trapping her lower-half instead, freeing her form. A hand on her shoulder, and Chica almost seems to jolt awake which prompts Freddy a "sigh" of relief.
Clasping her hand in his, the other cupping her face to turn to his direction, he speaks out to her as softly as he could. "Chica..."
Chica's vision switches from a purple filter to blurry as her systems rests and adjusts, she sees Freddy's vague silhouette and she holds his cheek gently. She wanted to say something, but all she would emit were painful screeching and clanging noises. She tried so hard to form coherent sentences, but the lack of a voicebox made these attempts futile. "Chica... you... you do not have a voicebox." Freddy's voice became hoarse, which caused Chica to flinch slightly from the overwhelming sound.
From that, her vision cleared. There were two things Chica noticed.
And out of sudden anger, she slapped him.
Freddy's eyes widened. He couldn't feel physical pain even if he wanted to, but that slap held so much fury it might as well have had left a burning mark on him. He slowly turns to look back at the bird in front of him, who had only been blaring sounds her throat could make that he could imagine was her voicing out her frustration. "I.... deserved that." He touched the part she hit. Chica had seemingly "calmed" down from her outburst, and went back to leaning on the remains of a wall. She shifts her head on the opposite direction Freddy is at. The throbbing pang in his chest only grew stronger, and he could've sworn that he saw a drop of liquid run down from her tear ducts.
They were so close to one another, yet so far away.
Chica was now recalling the events that took place prior.
The corruption, the chasing, the occasional flashes of light, the shattering.... and then the fire.
She now remembered how many times she called out to him, CRIED to him, but he was too far away and too occupied safeguarding his protection. It even felt as if he didn't care about her situation at all, not even a gasp of shock nor concern voiced towards her as she passed by him with her distorted state. To make matters worse... He had Monty's hands... HER voicebox... and Roxy's eyes. A twinge of sadness pulled at Chica, and it was too overbearing to ponder about. Especially since the culprit sits and kneels beside her, hands dripping with coolant and oil, parts equipped that didn't belong to him.
Freddy took Chica's hand and placed it in his once more. He drew circles on it, a silent attempt at reconciliation.
She pulls it away from him as if she had touched a scorching surface.
It was now her turn to face the other way.
It felt as if his entire body was crushed under immense pressure. (But he knows no matter what he feels, she's more broken than he is)
Chica couldn't even bear to take in a glimpse of his face now. It brought her so much discomfort to even meet eyes with him when dangerous, alerting yellow had engrossed the comforting ocean blue. Freddy didn't bother contending against Chica's wishes as he shed a tear silently on her decision. The very least he could do is give her space after the whole ordeal. Still facing away from the disheveled bear, she heard the indication of his signature stomach hatch open for a moment, and close.
He pushes something in her hand, and mutters a "Forgive me." before slowly standing up and hearing the familiar stomp growing faintly each step.
Making sure that he's rid from her sight completely, Chica turns to the spot where Freddy once was. Only his footsteps remained in his place, and a black box near her hand. Lifting it up to take a closer look, she sees the label.
"voicebox - F (bear)"
More tears started coming out of her eyes. She was now TORN than ever before.
She wanted to throw it, to keep it, to rip it to pieces, to cherish it. A thousand thoughts crashed through her train of thought, and she could only find herself tilting her head to the skies in anguish.
For once in her life, Chica felt that stuffing something in her mouth would not solve her problems.