Cathryn breathed deeply from her spot on the ground, surrounded by shreds of chairs and wooden tables that didn't survive the fighting.
The nightmare was . . . over? For good? She wasn't sure she believed such a thing was possible anymore.
She shook out the rest of her ponytail, combing her hair through with her hands. After a few twists, she created a loose braid. She admired it, unwove, and started again.
Foxy had assisted Chica to the main stage, where they'd disappeared, while Bonnie dragged Freddy's limp form to the corner of the stage. He patted the bear on the shoulder with a cocky grin on his face.
"So," Bonnie said as he crossed the room, shrill as ever, "you're still alive? Huh. Well isn't that wrong in every way."
Cathryn let slip a quiet, psychotic giggle. "Maybe physically." They've certainly ruined me mentally. A tear fell from her cheek as her mind replayed the night, making her sigh. And emotionally.
With a creak, Bonnie crouched in front of her. "So . . . do I get a thank you now or what?"
"Sure. Thanks."
"You're welcome." He smiled, his ears stretching to their full length.
Cathryn analyzed his purple feet. What were the chips for? Why was Bonnie's filled with all that weird information? What did it mean?
Would she ever understand anything about Fazbear's? It felt as if there were no answers available, yet she needed to know. She'd risked her life for this.
"I'm sure you'll get in trouble for all this," Bonnie said, waving a hand at the mess around them and shooting her a wink. "I mean, Whittle won't blame us."
"That's fine."
He twitched. "Whatever. Your bag's on the front desk. Have fun getting fired."
"I will."
Bonnie walked away, and Cathryn beamed so hard she worried it'd cave in her face. At least she'd figured out how to end his teasing. That was one victory she could live with.
And soon, she'd get to see her mom. And Chance. And Markus. And anyone else on the planet besides animatronics whose smell made her want to vomit! Cathryn almost squealed at the idea. "So close . . ."
Minutes away from her shift being over.
Minutes away from securing another day of life.
"Cathryn," Foxy called from the stage in his raspy voice. "Come 'ere, lass. Chica wants to see ye."
Her eyebrows shot up. Chica was already awake? "Coming." Any second now, the alarm would sound and she could leave. But until then, she might as well see what the chicken had to say.
But first . . . she reached for a coloring page, the violet scribbles leaving most of the picture of the Fazbear band blank, and stole a crayon from the stash of abandoned ones on the floor.
She tramped up the stairs to the main stage, the hollow gap beneath the wood making her movements loud.
Foxy pointed her to the right. "That there way."
"Thanks." She nodded, brushing past the curtain to where the restaurant entered a new level of dark.
Backstage, hardly any light reached her eyes, and Cathryn had to squint. She moved with her hands in front of her, waiting to stop her from crashing into walls.
"It's easier to see during the day."
Cathryn jumped, crossing her arms as she turned to the source of Chica's voice. The bird was there, standing pressed against something large and metallic, the outer layer of her back on the ground.
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