You stare at the animatronic outside the surveillance room windows. Chica's mouth splits open in a wicked grin, revealing a row of sharp metal teeth. A brief moment of panic crosses your mind, your heart beating in your ears. After the initial shock wears off a little, you force yourself to remain calm. Deep breaths. In. Out.

She leans closer to the window, her deadened eyes, wide and unblinking. She taps her long plastic claws on the glass, leaving bloody smears.