It was 1 am. Freddy Fazbear's was quiet. Chica's footfall resounded through the near rooms as the seven foot fall animatronic trudged towards the office. Chica appeared in the hallway, staring from deep within the darkness at the guard. "E-err.." Her voicebox tended to make error sounds due to it's state of disrepair. The aged wires drooping out of her stuck arms sparked a little.
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