Bring Life - FNAF x Reader

•Chica Ending•

(In this part, Bonnie and you never kissed.)

I followed Bonnie into the other room, but couldn't seem to find him once he left my sight.

I sighed and threw my hands in the air. Shit was just getting more and more complicated, and I hate it.

I walk out of pirates cove and wander down the hallway, back to the group. But, this time, they weren't sleeping. They were all standing around each other.

Freddy smiles as I walk in, and foxy turns to look at me. Chica sadly watches me  as I enter.

"Hey, where's Bon?" Freddy asked, unusually cheery.

"Uh, he just wants some alone time." I explain. Chica turns and walks away.

"Where're you going?" Foxy asked her, but she just turned and didn't say anything. She turned back around and continued walking into the boss's office.

I sigh and exchange looks with the others.

"I'll be back, then..." I glare at them. I'm getting sick of this shit.

I follow her quietly and when I enter the office she's standing facing the wall, running her hands through her blond hair.

"Chica." I say as I step closer to her.

"Sorry..." She turned and looked at me, "I hate seeming like an attention seeker... I'm not, I'm really not."

What was she talking about? She barely ever spoke to me let alone seeked attention.

"Chica, you're not-"

"No, it's okay, really. I'm used to it."

What?

"I can remember, when we were alive... I had a lot of problems in my life that I can't quite remember. I would always try to talk to other kids about it, but they'd always ignore me or make fun of me. Other girls would say I was looking for attention or making stories up to get pity... It was never like that." She looks sheepishly down at the ground. She was honestly really pretty, she had big blue eyes and light blonde hair that was nearly white.

I nod and look away. I knew what she was talking about. Shit like that happens to nearly every girl. It's not fair.

"But, I have this feeling in my stomach.... I feel... Drawn to you. I can't really explain it, but... I love talking to you, but I get so nervous when I do." She covered her face with her hands.

Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

"It's okay. " I step forward and hug her. She was a precious girl who didn't deserve all that's happened to her.

"I can't even remember my real name... None of us can. " she sounded as though she was on the verge of crying.

"Real names?" I asked.

"Yeah, real names... We aren't actually named 'Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica..' Heh heh..." She nervously smiles.

"Yeah... Well, that's obvious. I'm sorry."

She turned away and looked down again.

"You're disinterested... Sorry for blabbering. I'll stop." She said.

"Oh my god, no I am not. I just no idea what to say to that! ...I'm sorry."

She flinched as I raised my voice. I felt bad.

I sigh and hug her tight. She was just a bit shorter than me.

"Im really sorry for making you go out of your way." She quietly says. "I just wanted to read some of these old newspapers.... I do that when I'm upset."

Then, I had an idea. I jumped up and spun around, looking at the newspapers.

That was it. That was my idea.

I bent down to scoop up a large pile of them into my arms. Then, I heard Foxy's high-pitched, mechanical scream.

I jumped up to my feet. Chica was gone.

It's just blow after blow, man. I can't catch a break.