PHANTOM CHICA'S P.O.V

I stop in the hall and see Bonnie's old arcade game. It was all dusty and old from years. I go into the next room where Bonnie's head laid blinking. All our posters on the wall. I was guessing Bonnie would be here with us. "Bonnie! Bonnie! Its me Chica!" I shout happily. There was no reply. "Bonnie?" I yell again. Bonnie always replies when you call for him. "You can come out now Bonnie." I wait a few minutes. There was still no answer. "Bonnie!? C'mon, this isn't funny any more. Bonnie?"

It seemed like Bonnie wasn't with us any more, like as if he pasted. I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Chica, I'm sorry." a familiar voice says. I turn around to see Freddy sad. "For what?"

"He's... Bonnie is gone." he says slowly.

"What? No... No... Bonnie... No he's... He's..." I stumble. I was too upset to even talk about it. "He's gone." Freddy whispers in a calming voice. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug while I cry. "I'm sorry Chica. I really am. He was my best friend too." It was the first time I ever heard Freddy sniff a tear. He never cried in front of me before.