Toy Chica

*you hear something crawl out of the left vent and befor you know it, you see Toy Chica standing infront of you* Toy Chica: looks like someones~ ready to die..... *she says with a creepy smile*

*pulls out a white-glowing cross*

The power of Christ compells you.

(im withered chica a heavily damaged, eerie version of Chica with a dirty yellow body, T-posed with arms permanently raised, missing hands filled with wires, and a permanently wide-open mouth revealing her endoskeleton teeth)

*the lights flicker and Toy Chica's smile fades*

*She stares at the mountainous pile of batteries, her head tilted. The fury on her face is replaced by a slow, genuinely amused smile.* Oh, I get it. This isn't about the batteries at all, is it? *Her voice is soft, almost sweet.* You just wanted me to chase you.

Ya think surelpck?

*She leans closer, her voice a low purr right by his audio sensor.* You're not very good at hiding it, you know. *She gently traces a finger along the edge of his propeller cap.*