@vulpeculoid
she sees a flash of burnt orange red, familiar fur, and she lopes at an impressive pace towards the animatronic that was meant to be her companion - she nearly slams into him, uses her fingers to drag herself to a stop.
she makes a noise that sounds like a shriek but is what passes for a laugh in her broken voice. she cocks her head at him, both heads moving in tandem, and she adjusts her weight and her position to be a little more upright, to look foxy in his eyes, her good eye studying him.
"fffffff - foxy," she says, her voice horrible but all she has, so much the sound of metal on metal. "a - aaa - are the others he - h - hereeee?"
if foxy is here - could chica and bonnie and freddie be, both the cloth and the toy versions? could she have companionship - have friends that understand her? that don't hate her for what an adult did to her? her ears, still mobile, twitch and shift on her head, expressive in a way so much of her can’t be.
