Chick could be found sitting in the darkness of her bedroom, leaned against the wall with her face buried in her knees. There was almost complete silence, and the only thing that broke it were her sobs. She hadn’t been back to Freddy’s since Ben and Jenna and the other kids were found dead, and it was pretty unlikely that she’d ever go back. Not when all she could think of, wherever she looked, were the two kids she had pretty much adopted and treated as her own.

Chick, being her usual, always complainging self, had gotten into an argument about something or other with Fred. When she thought the other had turned to leave, she, without regret, spit on him. (Un)Luckily enough, she decided to pick the exact moment he was turning back around to face her.