Pyromania (A Five Nights at Freddy's Various X Reader)

Chapter 11 The Show Must Go On (Chica)

So little time to explain, and yet even if she could would she even find the right words? Chica's world was seemingly falling apart before her feet. Faster than she could ever try to hope to repair it as you looked at her with a hurt expression. Hoping for some sort of explanation to the behavior.

But there was none.

At least for now, there wasn't a way to explain the situation. But she wanted to. She wanted to tell you why it was happening this way. Why you had to go on and take some time away from her, from the others. At the end, she couldn't.  She just couldn't. Did that make her pathetic?

Did that make her a bad partner?

No, she didn't think so, at least she hoped not. She was trying to help you, not because the puppet wanted this but because she wanted what was best for you. Even still, that didn't make this any easier. 

To say it was easy to keep quite for Chica was an understatement. She wanted to talk it out so much, and find a way to express that this wasn't what you thought it was. It was just one of those misunderstandings you'd see in a movie. But no matter how badly she wanted to say something, she kept her mouth tightly shut.

Tears welded in her eyes, and her hands shook from their tight grip on her frayed apron. It was hard even if she was trying her best.

It took everything in her not to follow her impulses and explain the entire situation to you. To tell you that despite what you think is happening, it was in fact different and if you gave her a chance she could explain it. It took everything not to run to you and hug you, tell you through tears that even if it seems like she's pushing you away it's not like that. But she couldn't no matter how badly she wanted to.

She felt stuck in a way.

Like the puppet himself was keeping her in place, making sure she wouldn't budge as you looked at her with an indescribable look of disappointment. You looked between everyone with the same look, defeated hoping for some kind of explanation.

"Guys?" You had gasped. It was then as Chica stared at you that she could see the shift from disappointment to betrayal. You had thought exactly what was needed of you, but again that didn't mean she liked that. You took a moment as you looked away seeming as though you had tears of your own you were keeping back before speaking again.
"Okay fine, I see how it is."

Freddy had tried to stop you, the two of you having a short conversation. Chica couldn't bare to stare at you any longer. Her chest ached with the knowledge that you probably hated her now.

"When the time comes, we will have to push her away. Let her find herself, while we plan our next moves. The puppet said we will know when that time is when it comes. But you best brace yourselves. It won't be easy." Goldie's voice replayed back in her head. A conversation that happened earlier in the evening.

It was why she was late getting to you. Why shade had taken the time to pay you a visit disguised as goldie. If he hadn't had that conversation with them all would this whole thing played out different?

Chica felt like that little girl again, stuck staying silent as she observed her father being cruel to her mother. The situation was insanely different and due to her curse her memories felt foggy in her own mind, but it was the only place she could draw from that reminded her of that.

Everyone watched you leave, dejected and upset. The door slammed behind you, leaving a heavy weight in the air at your departure.

And then everyone sort of spread out. Waiting until the 6 am bell chimed in a moment.

Chica couldn't move still, holding on to her apron just as tight as before. But this time she couldn't keep her tears in, simply lowering her head and letting the tears fall through her eyes hastily running down her face. She hiccuped as she tried to keep her sobs silent.