Metal Souls

Relations

Your POV

I sat in the office writing out the events in my dreams just to keep on with everything that happened so far. I thought it would be a good idea in case crazy happened and someone else came along. I then sighed closing my new little journal and ran a hand through my hair. I then went back to that scene with the two figures making me feel sick to my stomach... It doesn't help that I can pin names of who they are. Chica and whoever this HIM is. After pondering a bit I decided to get up and peek my head out the hallway to see what was going on. Foxy was cleaning her hook back at her stage, Bonnie was on stage tuning her guitar, and the last two were just striking up a normal conversation. I then decided to call out for Chica.

Me: Hey Chica?

She and Freddy turned to me as they held a slightly curious expression.

Me: Do you mind if I talk to you for a second?

Chica: Oh I um. Sure definitely.

She started to walk in my direction as I made my way back towards the office and rubbed the back of my neck as she entered.

Chica What did you want to talk about?

Me: I um... I don't really know how to say this... But when I "slept" earlier... I think... I saw you and whoever did this to you.

Chica: Oh... Did you... See all of it?

Me:... I did.

She held one arm rubbing it as we now felt the now awkward silence. She sat on my desk before speaking again.

Chica: I try to not think too much about it.

Me: But it's impossible not to isn't it?... I understand that.

Chica: I know you do... Probably even better than me. Since how Freddy described it... It was more than once, and... From your own mother.

Me:... I just. If you want to... I don't know talk about it... I'm here to listen.

I said in a low tone as Chica smiled only a little. She stood up changing her arms into human skin kneeling a bit in front of me as she laid out her hands flat in front of me. I looked at them and then her as she only gestured a little "come on" with her fingers.

I then felt that feeling again with my anxiety spiking and my throat started to tie a knot. I did my best to reassure myself. It's just her hands... Just her hands. She's not going to do anything else. I can trust her.

I reached for her hands putting mine slowly on top of hers. As they finally made contact and I felt her skin she started to rub both of my hands with her thumbs.

Chica: The same goes for you... You're one of us and if there's anything we can do to help with these... "Nightmares," you tell us okay?

Me: I-I will.

She smiled wide before letting my hands go and made her way out.

Chica: Take your time before coming out. I know doing that takes some energy out of you.

Me: Thank you... I will.

She went back to the dining room and I rolled my chair over to the desk and took a moment... Putting my head between my hands and elbows on the table and took a breather.

Chica POV

I couldn't help but hum a little tune to myself as I made my way back to the others. They of course noticed my slightly cheery mood.

Bonnie: Ok come on. What did he say?

Me: Well... It's not really what he said, but what he did.