(Down here is a little sketch art work I did for this chapter, hope you guys like. Let me know if I should continue making these kind of art works for future chapters)
The Afton ResidenceBreezing Brooke Street
12:56 PM
Waking time: none
Date: March 26
A chicken at 16 sat by the window sill with her eyes drawn to the outside world of the house that sheltered her and her friends for the past three and half years. The sound of the massive explosion still rang in her ears like a mouse squeaking, from a few states away from their home, its figure in her memory still shown itself. Not being the only one, the rest in the home were in massive shock as well, even the nightmares that contained similar patterns but were never used unless a self-defense murder spree was necessary. She kept saying she wasn't crazy under the reason of no coincidence that the upcoming rainy winds and clouds made such twister of a tsunami in just a spark of reveal. Despite there being lakes, rivers, and other bodies of water in Utah, they would be in a drought for the next years if it was that much water being taken to make that explosion possible. But then again, why would it affect the sky's color, she would wonder. She couldn't put a finger on it. Her trans female girlfriend and the rest of the men were still out there from Nightmare Fredbear's teleportation as their transportation, it should've come sooner, then her worries would bury themselves in the dug of dirt by his self consciousness.
"Still waiting for them?" A young female, named JJ, asked while carrying newly bought spices to the kitchen.
"O-oh! Y-yeah, sorta." Toy Chica replied with a bit of a start.
"Don't be worried about them, they're strong just like the rest of us. Surely they'll find something." JJ tried to comfort her friend.
"But what if they were caught in that explosion of some sort, we don't even know what caused it, yet, it's already hitting the town's news and electricity sources."
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