I think Chica deserves more love 🥺
This Chica is a little OOC but I think y'all will like her a lot judging by the character development that I have planned for her!
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(Y/n) was pinned down by violet eyes that stared straight through at her. The figure staggered stiffly into the dim hallway light. Soft, feathery, white fur, that pink and green aesthetic, rosy cheeks and triangle earrings. It was Chica, the electric guitar soloist.

Chica looked much taller then she did on the stage, the animatronic could easily latch onto the girl and lift her feet off the floor. She was taller then daddy.

The chick had a sugary voice that (Y/n) would've found comfort in if it wasn't for the fact that the robot twitched stiffly but still seemed so human at the same time. It was disturbing, none the less. It was like looking at a thing built like a human but failing at the same time.

The security bot that was previously hell-bent on trying to catch her stopped right behind her. It's flashlight shined on Chica. It's trapping her, making sure she doesn't escape!

Suddenly, Chica took booming steps towards her, arms slowly reaching out with the sound of wires pulling. The girl backed up into the S.T.A.F.F bot. Right into its cold, metallic body that mechanically clicked and buzzed behind the metal shell around it.  The girl whimpered quietly.

Chica lunged towards (y/n) very lazily. The child scrambled passed the Security Bot who didn't have time to stop her from fleeing. She nearly dodged robotic hands. Chica squawked in surprise. The Bot sounded alarms loudly. The little girl ran as fast as she could.

This was terrifying. So, so terrifying. What did the girl do wrong? Why were they chasing her? She heard Chica say something in that sweet voice but the girl couldn't hear it over the sound of stomping and the blood rushing in her ears. The hallways twisted and turned and the floors were shaking.

She ran into an unfamiliar hallway and out double doors. The clacking of the tiles in those hallways was replace with the stamping on plush carpet. She was in the Atrium!

(Y/n) sped down an escalator and down to the main stage area. She saw several photo booths in a pack. She quickly glanced behind her and saw that Chica was struggling to get down the escalator. The Security Bot from before was nowhere in sight.

The girl sprinted to the photo booths. She drawled the curtains of one and hid herself in the darkness of the small, enclosed space. (Y/n) muffled her mouth to try and keep her whimpers at bay, tears flowed freely down her face. Goosebumps prickled up her spine.

She peaked through the curtains to see Chica standing somewhere nearby. It seems like the animatronic can't seem to find her. A bar of light shined on the child's watery and fearful eyes from behind the curtains, if the animatronic came any closer, the chicken would've been able to see her.

Her legs felt like jello and her arms felt like led. She was frozen like ice in the booth, crouched in a vulnerable position.

The chicken seemed to give up searching. Good thing she didn't go near the photo booths. The animatronic stiffly strides away. The child let out a shaky sigh of relief. She was trembling like it was freezing, it was chilly in here but it was not the reason why she was shaking so terribly, she was terrified. Chica didn't seem to be herself, she was scary.

(Y/n) saw a distant gleam of a flashlight way back in the Atrium. She thought it was a Bot but she was baffled when she saw that it was, in fact, a woman! Or more importantly, a human!

The girl desperately rushed out of her hiding place and towards the blonde woman with a security hat and a white long-sleeved shirt on. The night guard strided quietly through the Atrium with an increasingly frustrated look on her face, not seeing the little girl running towards her, stumbling in her steps because her legs still felt like spaghetti.

Suddenly a cold hand grabbed her sharply by the wrist and dragged her to the wall. Out of sight from the woman who was just about to turn and see the frantic little girl. The child yelped slightly before being cut off by a frustrated and weary voice:

"Are you crazy? That woman is trouble!" A boy's voice harshly whispered at the girl. The hand on her wrist withdraws, leaving a slightly red mark.

She stared wide-eyed at the brunette in front of her. It was that boy from earlier! How come she forgot about him? She grinned at him, surprised about seeing him.

"I've seen you before, in the halls!" She exclaimed, the boy blinked at her, his strange yellow eyes full of mistrust and wariness. He seemed not to be the happy-go-lucky type.

The girl continued none-the-less: "And what do you mean that woman's trouble? She can help the both of us get out of here!"

The boy shook his head with a scoff, like he thought the girl was dumb. "Out of the question, she's bad news. She's looking for me, I don't trust her." He scowled deeply, eyebrows furrowing. He looked... nervous.

"What do you mean?" Questioned the girl, cocking her head. The lady reminds her of those policeman she'd see on TV shows, aren't police good? "She's a security guard, right? I'm sure she will let us out!"

The boy looked at her doubtfully. He seemed to think about what to say to her. "I just know that she's not good," He reasoned bluntly.

(Y/n) opened her mouth about to call him out for that nonsense but he quickly shut her up:

"Plus, I'm older than you, I know these things." He then started to tamper with an orange and blue watch on his wrist. (Y/n) tried to see what he was doing but the text was too small, the boy slightly bristled at her leaning in too close, she backed away.

He was older, he said? He's older than her? When she grows older, will she know who's good or bad? He looks to be between twelve or eleven, like those big kids (y/n) passed in her school halls, they looked cool and grown up. The thought was quickly replaced with another.

Maybe she should introduce herself? Mommy always said it was polite and that it was a way that made you friends easier.

"What's your name, by the way? I'm (y/n)!" She held out her hand to shake like she's seen adults do, but the boy gave her a look with a frown. She thought it would be nice to introduce themselves but seems like this boy didn't want to.

(Y/n) pouted, retracting her hand. She took a moment to look into his features: He had a blue shirt with a stripe in the middle. Brown shorts, and white socks accompanied with simple shoes. He looked cool and mature, like he was going to picture day.

He had this very messy brown hair that looked fluffy, the girl wanted to reach out and touch it, but she figure he wouldn't like that.

He has these golden eyes, too. They were the color of honey, making the girl think of her grandma who had a large pot full of honey in her kitchen. It was a warm memory despite the terror and coldness she experienced here just a few moments ago.

Happy things like sweets and balloons seem to make the shadows go away for a moment or two.

He also has a bandaid on the side of his face. It seemed whatever hurt him was pretty big, the bandage was long. The girl tried to imagine what possibly could've cut him, but her thoughts went to Chica and her hungry eyes and the security bot with the mechanical clicking and whirring, she shivered.

"What are you doing here?" She asked out of the blue. He glanced up at her from his glowing watch. Before, he was looking back into something with concentration. Like a map of some kind.

"I'm trapped," he replied after a moment. Averting his eyes back to his watch and tapping at it again. He clicked his tongue.

(Y/n) hummed, seeing that they are in the same situation. She looked at him with empathy. Her shoulders faltered. This boy was left behind here too, like her.

"We don't belong in here. We should be at home with our families." She said sadly. Her eyes watching the flashlight of the security guard from earlier disappear around a corner. She heard the wheels of multiple security bots roll in. She was scared but she was with a boy who is going through the same thing as her. She was not alone.

Their families are probably worried. Maybe they are crying. Maybe they are calling the police. But they will come to get the both of them when this is all over, and they'll be held tight and kissed on the forehead. Like she's seen in happy endings of movies and stories.

They wouldn't forget about her and this boy, would they?

The boy turned towards her at what she said. He opened his mouth about to say something but he shut it. He furrowed his eyebrows, as is if he was confused. (Y/n) felt sad for him, she will help him get to his family again.

"Don't worry, we'll get out together. I promise!" She smiled at him, mood lifted. Promises make people feel reassured, don't they? (Y/n) wouldn't dare to break a promise.

They boy glanced at her from his watch, he saw the hope in her (E/c) eyes. He saw the life and light. He didn't know what he felt.

"Gregory," he said all of the sudden. The girl cocked her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. She was confused.

"Huh?"

"My name," he murmured, looking up from his watch. "It's Gregory." The girl suddenly jumped up in realization, eyes twinkling like stars. She beamed at him. He introduced himself!

The boy stared at the girl wistfully. The screen of his Fazwatch glowing a vibrant blue that spilled into his honey-colored irises. He blinked and looked away, perplexed.

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This game does indeed follow some theories of it. But that's for you to piece it into this story ;)

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It will help me a lot since when I proof-read I do tend to miss things.

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