Toy Chica's POV

It's 8pm. Just a few more hours until closing time! I tried to hide my excitement as I performed with the others. For some reason, I couldn't wait to see the animatronic from before again! I wonder if I should tell the others...No, I'll wait a bit. They might not like the idea of an old, beaten-up animatronic. But I'm sure they will! They're all so nice. 9pm. Almost time! Everything was going well; no one malfunctioned, the kids enjoyed our performance, and the parents were happy with it. Wait- what was that?! I'm sure I'm just seeing thin- no, there it is again! I saw the animatronic peeking from behind the kitchen, watching us on Show Stage. What was she doing?! As soon as we stopped performing, I ran into the kitchen. "What are you doing?!" I whisper-yelled. "Watching you perform, of course! You were great out there!" She said, grinning. I sighed. "I don't have time for this, you have to go back into storage." I said. "No way! I knew you said you'd come back, but it felt like it had been hours." She told me. 'Maybe because it HAD been hours,' I thought, but said nothing. "So, I came here so I could see you!" She finished with a smile. "That's really sweet and all, but you have to go back! We can't let anyone see you, and I have to get back on stage for the last performance!" I said quickly, looking back at Show Stage. Bonnie and Freddy hadn't seemed to notice I was gone...yet. She looked down. "Okay...By the way, I never finished telling you my name. Call me Mangle...if you bother to talk to me again!" She said, then walked off. I sighed and went back to Show Stage. I know I was kind of rude to Mangle, but what else could I have done? I suppose I could've been a little nicer. Before I knew it, it was 12:00. I immediately went to apologize to Mangle, but I was stopped by someone.