Toy Chica was sitting up on the gurney in the back of the ambulance with Fritz sleeping in her arms. A breathing mask was on him, and the paramedic with her was concerned for Toy Chica, but she paid no heed. As long as her son was alive and well, she'd be perfectly fine.

"So you have no idea what happened?" The man paramedic asked for the billionth time, what felt like to Chica.

Toy Chica sighed, rocking her son back and forth, keeping the mask on his face. "No, I don't. My husband and I woke up in bed, thinking it was our alarm clock, and then I heard the fire alarm, and I went straight to my son's room. I picked him up, Freddy found a way out, but we saw this woman-"

"A woman?" The paramedic's eyes widened.

Toy Chica nodded. "Yes, a woman. Blonde hair, a fox tail, tall, skinny, all in black."

The paramedic quickly took out a pen and a paper, writing all this down. "And did she speak? Say anything?"

"She said to "Burn in hell", but right now, I'm confused." Toy Chica said, confusion clearly written all over her facial expression. "My husband and I haven't been on anybody's bad side for years. We have been a quiet family."

"Did you say anything to her?"

Toy Chica stared at him like he had 5 heads and two tongues. "What would you have liked me to say to her? STOP, DROP, AND ROLL? Our house was burning to the ground with us inside of it, so trust me when I say this, we didn't care about the woman who told us to burn in hell!" She never knew she could get THIS irritated with someone. Oh well, she is a bit on the stressed out side.

"Didn't you recently lose a son?" The paramedic asked cautiously.

Toy Chica glared. "What's THAT supposed to mean?" She could swear on her husband's life that right now she was feeling like the cute, bipolar Toy Chica Chicken, and not the grown-up Toy Chica Fazbear.

"Maybe-"

SLAM!

Toy Chica screamed as they all were pushed towards the front of the ambulance with a violent shove as someone hit the back. "What happened?" Toy Chica asked the driver.

The paramedic with her opened the window that headed towards the front. "Rick, what's happening?"

"Mike, there's a car behind us all in black, the windows are even tinted!" The paramedic named Rick said from the driver's seat. "They just rammed into the back!"

SCREECH!

Rick gasped as he saw the black tinted vehicle speed by them on the freeway. The window rolled down to reveal Funtime Foxy, the woman that was stalking Toy Chica and Freddy with a gun in her hands, directed towards him. "OH MY-"

BANG!

Toy Chica screamed as Fritz awoke, crying with her. The ambulance swerved dangerously, and rammed right into a light pole. The paramedic named Mike, with Toy Chica in the back, went to open the back doors, but they opened with Funtime Foxy pointing the gun straight at his face.

BANG!

Toy Chica quickly grabbed some disinfected spray from a cabinet and sprayed it directly into the fox's face. Funtime Foxy dropped the gun and screamed in pain.

"YOU BITCH!" She screamed, falling backyards out of the car, and onto the street.

Toy Chica wasted no time running out of the ambulance with Fritz tightly in her arms and stopped the next ambulance that had Freddy inside.

They stopped and the paramedic driving immediately realized what was happening and motioned for Toy Chica to jump into the passenger seat next to him.

Toy Chica did so and after she shut the door, they took off. Funtime Foxy had recovered and grabbed the gun, shooting at them. Thankfully, no one was hurt. The paramedic drove faster than a normal ambulance would. "What happened?"

"That woman killed the two paramedics that were taking me and my son to the hospital!" Toy Chica told him in a panicked voice, with her heart racing a million miles per hour.

"She's the same woman who was in the house when the fire started!" Fritz was still screaming in her arms. "Calm down, Fritz down." She whispered softly. "Mommy has you, mommy's never letting you go." She said with tears streaming down her eyes.

She could hear Freddy calling her name from the back of the ambulance and for the paramedic with him to calm him down, but it wasn't working well. Toy Chica leaned back against the seat. "Who is that woman?" She mumbled.

Two detectives left the hospital room that Freddy, Toy Chica, and Julian were in. Toy Chica was sitting on a rocking chair next to Freddy's bedside, rocking Julian in her arms gently. "Freddy, what are we going to do?" Toy Chica whispered as she realized her son was asleep.

Freddy sighed, picking at the IV in his wrist. "Chica, this is insane. It's like dealing with Ennard all over again." He forgot about the IV and reached over for Toy Chica's hand, which she took, still rocking.

"I'm just so surprised you or Fritz weren't hurt. I should've stayed with you guys."

Toy Chica smiled at him and shook her head. "There's nothing you could've done, Freddy." She told him in a comforting voice. "I feel horrible for those two paramedics though…"

"They have such a dangerous job." Freddy said. "They knew the risks. Of course, we didn't, because we have absolutely no clue why this crazy fox is trying to kill us."

"Freddy, is it possible that Funtime Foxy was the same woman who ran in front of our car that night we were in the car accident and Jeremy died?" Toy Chica asked in a soft voice, afraid that she was right.

Freddy closed his eyes for a moment.

Freddy looked back at the road, but slammed on the breaks when Toy Chica screamed. "SHIT!"

"FREDDY!" Toy Chica screamed, covering her eyes.

Freddy swerved out of the way as he saw a woman with blonde, curly hair, a fox tail and tall, slim figure step out in front of his truck in the pouring rain. Her covered eyes that had sunglasses on seemed to be staring directly at him. He suddenly was rolling off the side of the hill.

Freddy opened his eyes from the flashback and growled. "If she is, I'm going to kill her."

"Freddy, she's obviously out to kill us first." Toy Chica said in a frightened voice. "What are we going to do?"

"I think the real question is: What have we done to piss her off?" Freddy thought to himself out loud.

Toy Chica let go of his hand and put both of hers on Fritz to hold him tight in a protective hold. "I won't let Fritz get hurt. I'm not losing another son. I'll die before I let anybody take him away from me." She said in a serious voice.

Freddy nodded. "You read my mind."

Toy Chica bit her lip. "Then what can we do?"

"There's only one thing we can do." Freddy sighed deeply. "We have to defend ourselves."

Toy Chica blinked. "How?"

Freddy rubbed his lips together. "I know how."

PREVIEW FOR CHAPTER 5: Obsession

"Can I make a suggestion here?" Toy Bonnie spoke up.

Freddy rolled his eyes and looked to him. "What?"

"Let's go to the shooting range after this and call Mr. Sptingtrap, see if he'll meet us there." Toy Bonnie said with seriousness.

"If you don't learn how to shoot that thing, the only thing you'll get a good aim at is your ass."

Freddy nodded in thought. "This is true. I'll blow my foot off before I even have a chance to defend my home."

"Exactly." Toy Bonnie said, pulling out his phone. "I'll call my daddy-in-law."