Chica's eyes shot open with a start, one still hanging half closed. It wouldn't have made a difference because all she could see was darkness, her memory was a blur and all she could remember was closing her eyes for a second, she didn't know where and she didn't know when but she remembered she was outside the pizzeria. The pizzeria! She remembered her job, her role as the female singer in a band of robots, her friends. Loads of questions drifted through her head in a blurry stream, where was she? Where were her friends? Why was she here? She tried to get up but realised she couldn't, she decided it would be best to see what parts of her body worked so she could tell the repairman directly, if she could even speak. She started with her toes, they all worked fine, then her feet, they also moved side to side, although one was stiffer than the other. Then she tried to bend her legs at the knees, one moved slightly before locking up and dropping. Just then she realised something as she was doing her arms, she couldn't feel her right hand, at all. Was it even there? She went on to try and move all her limbs and noted them in her head to make the repairman's life easier. She liked helping the staff out, cleaning the tables, shutting off all the lights. It made her feel like one of them. "I can't wait until the repairman comes so I can tell him how worried I was, it'll be so funny!" She thought in her usual cheery attitude. At least that hadn't changed.
Just then a pair of red lights flickered a bit in the darkness but died. The movement caused the flashlight on the camera to trigger and Chica's distended jaw dropped even more at the scene before her. Sat there, hunched in a corner, was bonnie, or at least what was left of him. The whole top portion of his face was missing leaving his lower jaw leaving wiring hanging from his forehead and two red dots where his eyes were. Chica tried to scream but it came out as low, mechanical whir. She moved one leg towards him and eventually, through all the pain, managed to reach him. She put his head in her lap and stroked it softly while whispering reassurance on a soft slightly croaky voice. His hand slowly stretched into a pointing position and Chica's eyes followed it to find he was pointing at her hand, or lack of one. She lifted the stub up to her face and realised with horror. That was the hand with her cupcake. She titled her head back and let out a solitary screech into the sky.
