It was scary and rainy outside. The rushing water beats upon the old windows with such ferocity that it sounds like an invasion of bullets.
The little girl is afraid. She holds onto Toy Chica’s plastic arm tightly. The animatronic does not move. The only thing she does is huff. The girl is okay with that. It means Chica is living—Chica is real.
“My friends aren’t coming back.” She says. “I know they’re dead.”
There’s slight movement in Chica’s arm. The words “friends” and “dead” triggers her in such a way that anger resurfaces, makes her tick.
She utters something. For the first time in years the raspy voice of the spirit speaks. “We have something in common. My friends died too.”
“Maybe you’ll meet them one day.” The girl responds. “I know I’ll be meeting mine soon.”
The footsteps draw near. The Purple Man is hungry and dying for a new treat. The girl is perfect—fresh and young.
He spots her near Chica. She’s holding onto the animatronic like a babe holds onto its mother.
Chica is ready to battle. To save this little girl she is prepared to go to war against this man.
“It’s alright.” She says. “I won’t fail to protect you.”
Context: I almost missed today’s story so I decided today’s flash fic will be a fanfic. I’m better at writing those currently until I fully get “back into” my space dragon world.
The art is by Adry53. It’s lovely!