Chica the Chick (An original FNaF fanfic)

Chica the Chick [Chapter Seven: Mikes Return]

Today was a really sad day. I don't remember how many years ago it happened, but I do remember getting killed and shoved in this stupid suit. I wouldn't let my sadness stop me from saving Mike, whom would be returning tonight. After singing for the past couple hours, it finally closed. I thought about Pirates Cove a lot. I remembered seeing pictures that children drew, you know like horribly drawn pictures of him, pirate ships, and more. I also remembered seeing a small torn apart stuffed bear, which I was assuming it was Freddy or something, but I wasn't quite sure. My daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of a slammed door. I looked I looked over to see that it was Foxy.

"Hey Foxy, What's up?", I say.

"Lassie, me have to tell ye something." He says sadly.

"What's wrong?", I say concerned.

"I saw ye spotting me bear plush,", He says staring at me in my eyes.

"Oh... I'm sorry I won't tell Freddy!", I say trying to make him feel better.

"It not be Freddy,", He says quickly after I finish my sentence.

"What? Who is it?", I say confused.

"Yarr, I got the doll from a little lass." He says with tears filling his eyes and hi wiping them away.

"From... That little girl? The bite of 87' victim?",

I say surprised he still has that old doll.

"Ye be correct...", He says walking away then disappearing into Pirates Cove. I sit there looking into nothing. I look up at the clock and realise it is 11:37. I didn't really care because it wasn't really close to 12. I stood there until it turned 11:59, then I quickly got into place. Bonnie and Freddy already got out of their spots, but I refused to move unless I had to stop I had to stop one of them from killing him. Once it turned six I was so tired from all that hard work I just sat down in the supply closet and fell asleep.