3rd person pov:
Betrayed.
The emotion that Chica could feel roaming up and down her body.
She stared at the two foxes for what seemed like hours. In her mind, she wanted to run up to foxy, ask what the fuck he was doing and slap him across his face.
Her heart, on the other hand wanted to run to Foxy and forgive him with a kiss.
A "true" kiss is on the lips...isnt it?
So why did Chica feel so betrayed?
Flashback, 3rd person pov:
Chica's new job seemed pretty straightforward, you work and you get to stay in a nice room with other workers.
You serve people, entertain, and even cook from time to time.
Although, it wasn't the reason Chica choose to wake up at 4:30 am each morning for, not the money or living space no, it was for a particular red fox.
She loved gazing upon him whenever she was wiping down tables after disgusting kid's leftovers. The way he walked, the way he talked with his accent, made her heart throb. She wanted to fall into his arms and never stand up again.
So when Foxy finally got the hint, all thanks to Bonnie's loud mouth, Foxy started to get interested with the yellow chicken.
"Lassie."
It was the nickname Foxy gave Chica.
That nickname, was only ever used for Chica, no one else.
That name was given to her on the night of their first kiss.
6 pm is when it happened, Chica was in the kitchen putting dishes away, she hated when Freddy told her to do it, so on that fateful night she took it upon herself to do so.
"Chica?" Foxy walked in looking exhausted and in desperate need of sleep or beer, whichever hit him in the face first.
"Hiya, Foxy!" Chica walked close to Foxy to get a close up to his face.
"Chica, I need to tell you something important las." Foxy caressed Chica's cheek, making her legs wobble, she didn't know what to do in this situation, it was all happening to fast!
He seemed to just be smiling and staring at her.
"What's wrong Foxy...?"
"Nothing lassie, just looking at you" he drew his face near her's and gave Chica an awkward kiss.
Obviously, it wasn't ideal for Chica, she wanted a romantic dinner or stargazing, but this satisfied her longing wish.
The love of her life, wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Present time:
It was clear what Chica choose to do.
No. She didn't cry and run and kiss foxy.
Neither did she slap him across the face.
She wasn't mad at foxy.
The little temptress was all to blame.
She threw all logic away, as if the brain and the heart both agreed on something for once.
'MANGLE WAS ALL TO BLAME.'
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Right love, wrong timing
RomansUHH..SO, this story was inspired by Tony Crynight's five nights at Freddy's series, just with a few twists. I don't own ANNNNY of the FNAF characters (I think I supposed to say that..) and this story plot was based off my sims gameplay who does incl...
