I hold out my hand and open it, revealing a small version of Chica. "Fly away," I whisper, "Be free." She extends her wings and flies away, even though she's a chicken she can fly because fuck logic. Chica fucking goes into a cloud and fucking dies because small animatronics and clouds don't mix, because clouds are like made of water or evaporated water, whatever I don't care I don't care about clouds and I forget facts easily.
