Reina: I'm back! Here's the next chapter, back to Chris's point of view. Considering what she just went through, it might take a while before she'll return to normal.

Still don't know if Foxy is speaking like a pirate, but I'll continue to write like this.

Should I have the Funtime Animatronics appear? Like Circus Baby?

How does Chris's new intro compare to her older one?

Chapter 10: Um, Yeah No

Chris

My name is Chris Schmidt, but everyone calls me Chris, thanks to my brother. I am your average teenager - or I was, at one point. After accepting a job at the Nintendo Museum and surviving the attack of said museum, my entire life has changed. I view everything in a different light now, and take extra precautions - for better, or for worse.

At the moment the animatronics of Freddy Fazbear's are helping me, although I don't know why. They haven't killed me or harmed me yet, which brings me relief. But why do they have a human form? And how did they manage to get a restaurant? I guess my questions will be answered in time.

Toy Chica and Foxy walked ahead of me, and I sluggishly followed, replaying the attack in my mind. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, and was only briefly aware of the fact that TC helped me sit down, snapping back to reality when Foxy sat across from me.

"Are you sure you're okay, lassie?"

I sighed and laid my head down with my hands sprawled out in front of me. "I don't know anymore."

Foxy gently picked up my hand and held it. "Chrissy, I know we just met you lass, but if you need someone to talk to, we're here for you."

I smiled. "Thank you...."

Foxy turned his head slightly and said, "Oi, TC! Can you get something for Chrissy to eat and drink?" Turning to me, he winked. "Don't worry lass. It's on the house."

"I can't have anything with gluten," I blurted out suddenly. "It makes me sick. Celiac."

Foxy frowned. "S***. I didn't re-"

"It's fine," I interjected. "You didn't know. Do you happen to have tomato soup or something? It won't make me sick. Probably."

"We do," TC said as she leaned across the counter. "I'll whip some up for ya."

"Thank you," I replied.

As TC walked into the kitchen, Foxy placed a hand on his chin. "How's your brother Mikey? I want apologize for the frights I gave him."

"He's doing well," I replied. "He's currently day guard at an art museum."

"You Schmidts really love being guards."

I shrugged. "An easy way to make money."

"Anyhow, when you see him, can you tell him that I apologize?"

I nodded. "Of course. As soon as I- CRAP I HAVE TO GO HOME!"

I pushed the table away and got up. "Foxy, I'm really really sorry, but I have to -"

Foxy waved his hand. "Chris, I understand. You need to rest. I'll get your soup in a container." He got up and left, returning a minute later with a bag. Handing it to me, he whispered. "Come visit us soon."

I nodded and hugged Foxy quickly, bolting out of the store and dashing down the block. People gave me a funny look, but they didn't think much about it.

I ran through several streets until I reached my home. At that point, I stopped and bent over, panting. That was exhausting.

Once my heart rate went down, I pulled out my keys and opened the door. Silence greeted me as I entered, and I shut the door behind me. I sat down on the couch and began to drink my soup, trying to process what had happened.

Ganondorf had taken over the museum. But why? What did he gain from it? Power? Wealth? Freedom? Lottery tickets? I didn't know, but I intend to find out.

Once my soup was gone, I threw the container away and walked upstairs to my room. Entering it, I closed the door. My eyes began to hurt, and I groaned.

"Dammit..."

Locating my black with blue ribbon glasses in my drawer, I reached up to me eyes and took out my contacts, throwing them away and putting on my glasses. My eyesight was terrible, requiring me to wear contacts at all times. However, I forgot to buy some the other day, and given that I wore my contacts longer than normal, I should probably stop using them for a while.

Once my glasses were on, I changed into a white tank, black pants, and a green cardigan. I went to my window to look at the backyard, and what I saw chilled my blood.

That torn up animatronic from the underground.

I blinked and suddenly there was a clown with pigtails staring back at me.

I backed away from the window. Nope. Not staying here.

Darting down the staircase, I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and bolted from the house once I locked it. I couldn't stay there, not when I was being tracked.

I didn't even focus on where I was going until I hit a door. I fell down, dazed.

What was wrong with me?

"Chrissy?"

I looked up at Foxy and waved at him, only to pass out from exhaustion.

Reina: Sorry for the short chapter. I kind of don't know whether or not to make the Sister Location characters good guys or bad guys. What do you guys think?

Anyway, I wanted to change Chris's appearance, and establish that she had to go home to check the mail and stuff - hence her panic. As for what she saw, either she's hallucinating.... Or she is being tracked.

Until next time!