No Longer Alone

WARNING: Contains swearing in this chapter.

After experiencing another nightmare, Chica eventually went back to sleep. Her dreams seemed to have got worse the more and longer she was on her own. After almost four hours she began to wake up. She got up and rubbed her eyes, she'd sometimes hear noises but there was no one else about and just figured that they were noises in her head that she wanted to hear. She shrugged this off in a manner of minutes but it would've been nice to be greeted by someone…or anyone for that matter.

Her room was full of colour, loads of posters of her and the gang on them, loads of pictures she'd have pinned up from children's parties in the past that contained the birthday boy or girl along with Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and herself huddled together. Unused party hats on her table and packs of unused balloons packed neatly in a box. Confetti everywhere but in a controlled state. She also had a TV that she took from the security office and made it her own, she didn't get many channels but it was better than nothing…a few DVD's but not much, a lot of cooking books…but each object gave a flare of colour, which she loved but couldn't say the same for the other rooms.

Chica sat on the edge of her bed and turn to look at a picture on her bedside desk, a picture of the her and the other three, making peace signs and smiling at the camera, another picture where they were huddled together, like a family…those were the times they had fun…everything was right but more to the point, it was perfect. She gently lifted the picture and just stared at it. Those were great times. It then made her think of the nightmares she had and was always the same…the way Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy would harm her, punch her…break her heart and it always ended with her being dismantled….though sometimes the worst ones was when Foxy would take advantage of her, touching her body in ways that weren't natural and then forcing himself inside her…in graphic detail. She never understood why she couldn't wake up from that moment…or why it was always her head being ripped off when she did…then again, she never understood why she'd have nightmares about her old friends doing that stuff to her…they were a family and would never harm Chica, but her mind seems to make these images to torture her and remind her that she is alone…and maybe her friends went away because of her…maybe that's why her subconsioness is making all this stuff up. Was it her fault the others were taken away? She realized that she wouldn't get an answer. She formed a little tear in her eyes and shook her head slightly.

CHICA: Is…is it because of me…you guys went? It…was… it was my f-fault…

She asked this knowing she wouldn't get an answer. She sniffed and wiped the tears from eyes and put the picture down. She sighed and went to a drawer and pulled out a towel and headed to the shower.

The shower just about produced hot water, everyday she saw this as a bonus as she knew that one day the hot water would be cut off but always took advantage of this. After, she would quickly dry off her body and put her pink panties on and then grab one of two bibs, that she had loads of…she'd always pick the "Let's Party" bib as it seemed to give her a little hope and seemed more positive…the "Let's Eat" bib seem to make her unnerved and she felt that it scared the children…then again, she was a chunky chicken until they redesigned her and boosted her confidence…still the same old Chica but kids weren't so casual around her anymore, even she'd admit she look to scary…with those black circle eyes and a beak jaw that looked dislocated. After getting changed, she headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was a major mess, cookery pots piling most sinks, food was moulding, crockery was everywhere, the floor looked flooded but probably due to the leaky ceiling when it rained. Chica had her little corner though and was nice an tidy, the sink she used was spotless, as was her work bench, cooking area, ovens and the fridgefreezer…most of the food though was just cans and maybe a few other bits that could be store in frozen tempetures until there sell-by date but it was good food nonetheless and Chica was an amazing cook…though, she knew no one else would eat them, she'd bake anyway…a few pizza's and cupcakes…she just felt that she needed something to do, something that she loved doing and something that made her…useful, even if no one would appreciate it but this was her routine: Wake up from nightmares, sleep as much as she could, wake up, shower, change, prep the kitchen, cook, eat, look around the rooms, clean a few, check the security camera's (Which she found pointless to have on but didn't know how to turn them off) watch TV if signal was, sleep, Wake up from nightmares, sleep as much as she could, wake up, shower, change, prep the kitchen, cook, eat, look around the rooms, clean a few, check the security camera's, watch TV if signal was, sleep, wake up from nightmares…that was her daily routine, only the odd few bits like change a light bulb but otherwise it was a boring lifestyle…she just wanted things to go back to normal like they were supposed to…a building full off children, with happiness and joy….her friends laughing and singing…but no.

Chica preheated the oven, while she was making some dough for pizza. She remembered when Foxy would watch her from the door and sniff her cooking, he always complimented her.

"Arr lassie, those be the fines' pizza's around" he'd say and she'd blushed and one night Foxy came over to her and held her waist gently and she'd arch her head back, resting on his shoulder and he's sway her, like a little dance… the memory faded and she shredded a tear, she never really got to tell Foxy how she felt…Foxy was just a friend and they had their "couple joke" banter…but to Chica it was never a joke, it was real…she loved him…and now he's gone…and he'll never know…nor will she if he loved her back.

CHICA: Oh Foxy…I'm sorry I didn't say I loved you…I'm sorry for…w-what happened…it was my fault…my f-fault…and…they took you away…because of me…

FLASHBACK

Foxy was playing with the kids, in his pirate theme making them join his crew for the party sake. Freddy was playing with the birthday boy and some of his friends and some children sat at the stage watch Bonnie play on his guitar. Everyone was having a wonderful time.

Chica was in the kitchen, preparing all the food and the birthday cake, she was exhausted but it didn't stop her as everything was going like clockwork. The last of the candles was done and the cake was ready…Chica was proud of her work and it seemed a shame for people having to cut through it but at the end of the day, it was always about the taste and every child in town new that she was the best at making them. The cake wasn't heavy but it did wobble a bit…but Chica had it all under control. She head out into the main party hall.

"Tell us about how you had to fight, Captain Croc, Foxy" wailed a little boy.

"That be CAP'N Foxy, to ye, land lubber" snarled Foxy but in a playful tone, he loved how the kids reacted to him…they laughed and giggled and Foxy started his story…Chica was just coming through the crowd. The kids wowed and "ooohhhh" at Foxy's story and he was coming up to the end.

"And so, me sea hearties, I took a few bites out of him, like this" Foxy leaned forward and opened his jaw, snapping at them, the children taken aback at this action but still laughing with joy…a boy stood up to move…

"The Birthday cake is her-…" Chica lost her balance, the cake leaning forward, she pulled back but stood on a girls foot, her scream and arms flying that pushed Chica, tipping the huge plate and the cake went flying into the boy standing up, splatting him and pushed him forward to Foxy who then caught the boy's head in his jaw and crushed the boys skull, Foxy's metal teeth pushing with ease through the boy's flesh, blood poured like a burst water balloon, the boys screaming was unbearable. Foxy tried to stop but couldn't, he pulled himself up but bringing the boy with him, snapping sounds were heard and the scream nothing but gurgles from the throat. The screaming stopped only to be replaced from the other children and parents; Chica looked up at the damage and gasped. Freddy and Bonnie came to the aid. Freddy pulled the child away from Foxy's jaw, whos teeth had ripped skin on the them…the boy was still alive.

"CALL 911" Shouted Freddy.

Bonnie rushed to do so.

"The Fox!" shouted a parent! "The Fox tried to kill him!"

"Yes" said another. "I saw it! He went crazy!"

Foxy just stood in silent and went pale; he shook his head and looked at his hands now covered in blood. "N-No…No…I…" he stuttered.

"HE TRIED TO KILL A CHILD" Shouted yet another parent, gathering around Foxy.

Chica got up and tried to get to the front. "No! No, he didn't do anything! It was my fault…MY FAULT!" Shouted Chica but the parents weren't listening as they directed their anger towards Foxy. Chica got a glimpse of Foxy's face, a face of disappointment and sadness…and shame. "FOXY! I'M SORRY, EVERYONE, IT'S NOT HIS FAULT!" Not even Foxy could see Chica's cry, the parents now chucking things at him, Freddy tried his best to calm the situation but it was no use. The boy who got bitten was with his parents, flowing blood onto them, they whimpered at his almost lifeless body…Foxy tilted his head down and his ears drooped and coward into his cove. Parents kept chucking things towards him.

"FOXY, I'M SORRY!" Shouted Chica, a tear rolling down her cheek.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Chica had been crying during her memory of that day…the day in 1987. Her tears soaked into the dough, she gritted her teeth and punched the dough as hard as she could.

CHICA: IT'S MY FAULT! IT WAS ALL MY FAULT! (Calming down)…oh Foxy, I'm so…sorry…this happened…I tried to…(Sobs more) help…but no one listened.

FOXY: You be right there, lass!

Chica turned around and saw Foxy, leaning in the door way, his arms folded and a face of anger looking towards Chica. Chica gasp…Foxy, was just standing there, had he come back? Was this…real?

CHICA: F-oxy…?

FOXY: Aye, Lass, tis same…tis same ol' Foxy, you sent off and walked the plank.

CHICA: Wha-…what…?

FOXY: Ye fucked me, Chica…you fucked me real good!

CHICA: I…I k-know…I tried telling people…it-it wasn't your fault…!"

FOXY: Like hell you did!

CHICA: F-Foxy, please, I tried…but no one would listen to me!

Foxy then started walking towards Chica, his hook raising to neck level. Chica tried to coward back but was trapped between the cooking table and Foxy.

FOXY: Yar planned this, didn't ye?

CHICA: W-What? N-no…

FOXY: Jealous because the kids loved me!

CHICA: Why are you saying this? I-I was never jealous…

FOXY: Then why bring out the cake during my performance? TO SABOTAGE ME!

CHICA: I…I just…

FOXY: Wanted me gone! Ye couldn't stand me anymore, so ye pull that stunt and left for me to drown from the hatred of the wee boy's parents and guest!

CHICA: NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE! I…I…I-I LOVE YOU, FOXY!

Foxy was right up against Chica's face, his hatred from his eyes was piercing through Chica's, her heart was beating faster and her breathing getting heavier. Foxy's hook, teasing over Chica's plastic yellow face very softy.

FOXY: Arrr, isn't that sweet. Tis beautiful. Love…I never loved you, Chica…but since you fucked me over…I'll do the same TO YE!

Foxy then shoved his hook into Chica's chest, she screamed as she felt his metal hook inside her, playing at her endo-skeleton and ripping the wires inside her…oil flooding out and splattered all over the floor and Foxy. He snarled with laughter, enjoying Chica's moan of pain and with one force yank, pulled out her metal spine.

Chica fell on the floor hard, screaming, holding onto her chest…she panted heavily and looked around…Foxy wasn't anywhere to be seen, she gasped and looked at her chest…it was fine, no damage. It took a while for Chica to notice that this was all in her head…her thoughts made Foxy to be angry with her…it was all in her head…all in her head…but then, that's how she thought Foxy might react with her…again, she kept repeating it in her head…it's not real, it's not real, it's not real…she burst out crying again and laid on the floor before curling up and crying to herself. No one could hear her cries…no one could comfort her…no one could understand the pain she was…being alone was beginning to get the best of her. We just wanted the pains to go away….there was only one thing to do…