Previously in Chapter Two...
The previous events had left the pizzeria with significantly less customers attending the pizzeria. It had also left Pirates Cove completely isolated with no kids near it at all.
"They're going to be redecorating and fixing this place up in two weeks..."
A flash of light. A beating drum.
The scenes played over in his head over and over and over again, like a movie on a loop repeat cycle. The music refused to fade. The memories. Chica, Bonnie, Foxy... And dapper Carl... How Chica dunked him in the toilet... Over and over again, he saw the same moments.
It faded away into darkness, blackness, nothingness. An abyss of blackness. All he saw was black.
Black.
Black.
Black.
A beam of light?
Darkness slowly, but surely, melted into sight. Three animatronic heads clouded his view - a yellow chicken, a lavender bunny rabbit and a crimson fox were crouching over him. With a groan and a slight struggle, Freddy Fazbear sat up. He rubbed his head with pain. "Whoa...what happened...?" He asked, his head spinning, he felt like he would faint.
Suddenly, Chica had leapt forward and hugged him. "Freddy, thank goodness you're up, we thought you were a goner! Oh my gosh I was SO worried, do NOT scare me like that ever again!" Freddy, still shocked by the suddenness, blushed as Chica pulled away, her face had turned red like his.
After recovering, Freddy looked around, observing his surroundings. "W-where are we?" He had asked, although meaning it to be rhetorical and not expecting an answer.
"We appear to be in a junkyard." Bonnie answered.
"You're right Bonnie...I think we're in one..." Replied Freddy after looking around for a second time.
"Whatever, we waited a few days fer Freddy to get up, so lets get moving!" Foxy said and yawned. He turned around to began walking, but paused.
"Shiver me timbers, it be a ship!" He had shouted, pointing straight at a yellow car.
"Holy crap, it really is!" Bonnie replied, shocked.
"Wow, I never thought I'd ever see the thought of a human again! Chica exclaimed.
"'tis a wee bit rusty, but it gunna hav' to do." Foxy continued after he heavily investigated and observed it. Freddy had stepped forward, towards the human vehicle, so Foxy had naturally stepped away to allow his leader to pass infront.
Freddy circled around the car, feeling it's smooth surface with the furry tips of his fingers. It had a smooth surface, clear but slightly charred windows and good engines from the looks of it. Of course he did not have experience with this sort of thing, being a robotic animatronic, but he had heard descriptions of cars enough from the inside of the pizzeria. Promptly, he had halted and swiftly swung around to the others. "Okay, shut up everybody. Try to get in." Freddy ordered, signalling Bonnie via eye contact. Bonnie turned to the immense, salmon pink car, obeying Freddy, and lifted the handle, attempting to pull the door.
It was locked; completely shut closed as if glued with super glue - it would not budge. After a few minutes, Bonnie stopped, holding his knees with his hands and panting, clearly out of breath. "The doors are locked,..." He explaining, somehow maintaining his monotone and intelligent voice despite heavy breathing.
Chica suddenly pushed him away - nearly throwing him onto the floor - and stood next to the car windows. "So? Just smash the windows!" She had beamed and straight up punched the window with a clenched fist. SMASH!
Scattered pieces of glass were dotted on the floor, slightly staining her robotic but yet chicken-like lower legs with a few spots of glass here and there. The ear piercing, thundering howl of the impact echoed loudly throughout the junk yard - it's deafening noise had even caused a flock of birds resting on a fence nearby to fly off, clearly startled. Stretching forth her hand, Chica reached into the cavity in the window frame and opened the door from the inside.
"Quick, everyone, in! There's a window in the kitchen that faces the parking lot and I've seen humans start these cars, so hop in and I'll drive us to the pizzeria in ten seconds flat!" Chica said, loudly and rushed, as she leaped into the driver' seat, the trio of Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie had followed her in calmly. Freddy had sat next to her, with Foxy and Bonnie in the back - all three staring at the chicken, who had picked up a conveniently-placed key on the bottom. She shifted the key into the slot and her robotic foot pressed down on the medal.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Chica tried again. She pushed the key into the slot and pressed down on the car.
Yet again, nothing happens.
Except the engine spat loudly, a thundering roar emitted from the engines. Smoke lifted up from the lid; some had snuck up and entered the front window of the car, but waved away by the coughing, chubby chicken.
"The engines must be clogged," Bonnie said, undoing his seat belt and exiting the car, slamming the door shut,"I'll have a look." Bonnie ambled around to the front and lifted up the engine. He lifted an eyebrow. He was the smartest of the quartet - there was NO denying that - yet he did not know this situation or know how to deal with it.
Was that...?
Yes, it was.
In the engines, there was a red, crimson-esque liquid staining the machinery. Chunky, block-like things were clogging up the charred engines. Smoke rose from the ashed insides, rising into the air like an immeasurable cloud.
"I..." Bonnie hesitated to say the following sentence, he bit his mechanic tongue. "I... I.. don't know what this is. Something red is clogging up the engines."
Chica delayed, then she opened the driver's entryway and escaped the auto. Ambling, she walked around to the front of the vehicle and inspecting it. She gritted her teeth.
Quickly, she told Foxy and Freddy to exit while she closed the bonnet of the car. She turned to Freddy. "I don't know what's wrong with it, it's stained with some red water thing. We'll just have to walk back."
Freddy let out a groan as he adjusted his top hat. "Fine, come on, Bonnie, and that scum-of-the-earth Foxy, let's go..." He angrily muttered, already heading off. Foxy and Chica followed him, their heavy mechanical feet loudly stomping down on the ground, loudly, echoing throughout the junkyard. Their machinery whirred with every moving or swinging movement, their retina scanners monitoring the environment, like something was going to jump out. Chica especially had listened out. Instead, she heard an abyss of nothingness behind her, where Bonnie's footsteps were meant to be heard, there was nothing.
As soon as Chica realised Bonnie was not following behind, she pivoted around rapidly, her heart racing, feeling like Bonnie might have been stolen by a homeless scavenger. Instead, she spotted the purple bunny lingering around the red car in the distance, just below the horizon. He was, or looked like, eyeing the car, studying it, investigating it. Despite this, his facial expression seemed ... Pale and empty, as if his mind was entirely on a different planet. Whatever he was doing, he was thinking, and doing a lot of it.
Seeing Chica do it, Foxy and Freddy turned around as well - the bear had folded his arms rather impatiently. He was obviously in a hurry. Chica called out to Bonnie, "Yo! Bon! You comin' or what?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Bonnie had shook his head and turned his attention to the chubby chicken and the yogi-bear and anomie fox behind her. "O-o, gracious me, please acknowledge my statement of regret, Chica, I was just thinking..." He let out a deep, murmured sigh and looked at the vehicle. "I...I simply need to ... think for a moment...about how everything has truly changed as of late and why we woke up in a junkyard and essentially ... everything..."
Chica stared into his crimson eyes, then let out a deep sigh. "It...it's okay, Bonnie. I'll see you later."
Freddy, Foxy and Chica began meandering away- Bonnie had turned back and sat, resting on the driver seat. His mind had begun spinning, twisting, it was wondering in a realm other than the normal one, trying desperately to find an answer. Do you ever play with a puzzle set, but you just cant find the missing pieces for the life of you? That's the situation here. This whole event was just a 10,000 price puzzle set that has one missing link. One missing piece. One piece to solve it all. This event ... It left him confused, anxious, wondering, pondering, what happened. What HAD happened? Was this one big, immense, intricate dream he would never awake from. Was he in a sort of coma that he would never escape?
His thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of a presence besides him on the passenger seat. Like someone - or something - was sitting besides him, its long limb caressing his Sam. He spun around and looked at the seat.
Nothing.
He had turned back, and looked out the window. "Just a map..."
"Wait, a MAP?!" He shouted loudly, spinning around. A small map was wenched in between the seat and the car door, ripped slightly and very dirty, but still! He leaned forward quickly and ripped it away, examining it. It was a whole map of the town(which, by the way, was Billiard Fields, quite a small town, though.)! It had EVERYTHING! Every building ever made! Long, squiggle lines streamed across the paper, small and light grey, skirted by a lot of buildings beside them. At the bottom was a brown-coloured area, obviously the junkyard, and nearer the top- FREDDY FAZZEAR'S PIZZA! Freddy's head on the logo outstretched onto the border, and like everything, it was labelled, except BIG and fancy! 'The heart and gem of Billiards - Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!'!
Bonnie smiled, he pulled the map close to his chest near his heart and beamed happily. If he could catch up to five minutes of walking with sprinting and find his friends- goodness knows where THEY are - they could get back!
Bonnie himself had even known the only reasons people lived there was due to the pizzeria and the vast, small, and peaceful aspects of the town. It HAD become much more lively when the pizza place was created.
Meanwhile, seven minutes had passed since the TV had left Bonnie at the car. Chica, Freddy and Foxy were walking through the junkyard. They looked like they knew where they were going, but it was quite the contrast. They were absolutely lost, entirely.
"G-guys, wait up!" Bonnie shouted after them as he ran as fast as he could towards the trio, his head barely over the horizon.
"Aw scurvy dog, 'tis only be five minutes 'n I already comely wench Bonnie so much that I be startin' to hear his voice among th' whispers 'o th' moonlight.." Foxy had sighed, almost shedding a tear.
"Hmm, me too. Maybe it's a sign, maybe we should go back for him?" Chica conceded.
"Wow, I hear it too...and I normally don't miss people as much as THAT...weird." Freddy muttered.
Bonnie rushed over, accidentally pushing Freddy onto the ground, enraging him. He stood over Freddy and turned to Foxy and Chica, exclaiming, "G-guys! Check it, I found a map!"
"Yo-Ho-Ho scurvy dog, ye made me jump ten feet in th' air!...almost." Foxy chuckled, mostly at the fact that his nemesis, Freddy, got pushed to the ground, but still happy that Bonnie had returned.
Freddy, meanwhile, had shoved the purple bunny off and had clenched his fist - ready to punch Bonnie. However, he noticed the Mal ad pushed Bonnie off, grabbing it for himself. "Wait, you found a map! We can find our way back to the pizzeria!"
"Yeah!" Bonnie agreed, his voice finally bearing some excitement.
"Aye!" Foxy happily exclaimed.
"Eggsactly! Heh heh heh!" Chicago laughed loudly and annoyingly, receiving dirty looks,from the others.
Bonnie uses the map to guide the quartet to the pizzeria.
