~ Scenarios From The Darkest Parts Of My Head ~ 〈 2020-21 〉 ( Completed )

.Closer before confession.

~Withered Freddy X Withered Chica~

Trigger Warning; Might contain anxiety triggers. Read with caution.

Backstory~ So, my (not present) 15-year-old self (Somewhere in January) was heavily interested in learning about writing characters with anxiety, so I decided to write this...

Apparently, W.Chica's the anxious one... (The Nightmares hide inside all of the Withereds, and taunt them all the time) while old Freddle boii is just....used to his Nightmare self now. 

Forgive me for this, but it's better than my new crap...

It's also a little emotional-

YEET-

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A feeling of fear gushed through her body as something entered the room behind her. She could hear its breathing. Her wires sparked and swirled around inside her. It had come, to take her life.

That was until she heard the creature's voice. That's when her irrational fear and panic came to a halt.

"Hey, Chica. What're you doing?" The voice asked.

It felt like a bandage on her wounds once she turned around to see that the 'deadly monster' she was afraid to face, was actually Freddy. The old, yet stern face of the leader of their team, filled with concern and empathy.

"Oh.....I-I was d-d--doing nothing." She stammered as this was the only reply she was strong enough to give.

"You sure? You came in here in quite a rush. I was afraid that.." He didn't say more as the sound of one of her gears worried him more.

"What was that?" He asked.

Quite suddenly her fear of being watched transformed into a more irrational fear of losing......

Losing someone she loved.

She froze as another creek came from her body, charging a pang of pain across her shoulders. 

(Explanation: The Nightmares are capable of destroying an animatronic's body without even trying)

Although her face couldn't show emotions, yet at that moment, pain was visible all over it.

"Chica....are you..?"

She fell to her knees, trying to control the pain and the panic that arose along with it. An uncontrollable scream of 'GOOOOOO!!!!' made her yelp.

'YOU CAN NEVER GET RID OF M..'

"CHICA!" His words interrupted that thought.

She looked at him, her gaze was clouded with fear and helplessness. Her systems were freezing in fear and she had stopped breathing (never question logic-).

"Calm down!" He told her, but calming down was much harder than it had ever been for her. She wheezed in panic as the voice inside her head yelled at her again.

'GET AWAAAAAYY!!!'

"Shh... Take a deep breath, Chica. Calm yourself down." His voice was calm, low, and filled with empathy.

Another painful creek of her gears came, this time it had come from her head like she was fighting something inside.

"Chica?" He cupped her face in his hand.

"I-I...." The words wouldn't come out of her voice box.

He pulled her closer to himself, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel her body shake from the irrational fear of something he couldn't see nor hear.