Chapter 4

(For refrence on Hypothermia wiki/Hypothermia)

Category: Severe

Ken drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally opening his eyes to see blobs of color around him. He saw himself being shaken and slung over something. Then he passed out. Not too long later, He opened his eyes once more to see something yellow in front of him. His brain could not make it out however. He tried crawling towards the yellow blob, just to see what it was.

"Hey, what are- GET OUT!" He heard something say before he passed out once more. Was this death? Was he dying? He didn't want to die, not yet at least. Sure things had been shitty, but not enough that he wanted to die. Once again he woke up to see a familiar face before him, however, he could not recall it's name. "Ken, you're awake! Don't scare us like that."

"Huh?" Was all Ken could slur out. "You need to stay warm." She said as she wrapped the blanket around him tighter. She then turned the dial on something, and heat began to fill the small room. Security room… That's where he was, or where he thought he was. "Here, drink this." She handed him a glass of brownish fluid with something in it. No matter how hard Ken tried, he could not grab the glass. "I-I can't." he managed. He looked up at the familiar face whose name was unavailable to Ken. "Sorry…" Ken managed before looking down, nearly falling asleep again on the spot.

"Whoa, stay awake. Here, I'll help you with it." She put the glass to his lips. He began to drink earnestly. Once he finished the drink, he looked back up to her. "I can't….. remember your name…." He slurred. She smiled. "Don't worry, being in frozen waters in negative 6 degree weather will do that to you. My name's Chica."

Chica…. "I remember you from somewhere…" Ken started before he was shushed by Chica. "Don't worry, I'm here for you. We met not too long ago, and before that, years ago." Chica said. She put a hand to his face. "You seem to be getting better. But stay in here and stay warm. I'll go see if there's more blankets." She stated as she left.

Hypothermia? Is that what he had? It had to be. He was in a frozen lake for 5 minutes in negative degree weather. Or was that a dream? Ken wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that he felt heat and slowly drifted off to sleep again.

Ken woke up once again, feeling slightly better but still unsure what was happening. He turned to his right to see one of those portable heaters. He looked inside to see the orange wires glowing hotly. Ken sat up momentarily before feeling a pain. He stood up, the blanket falling off of him. Looking behind him, he saw another blanket folded up as a pillow. Ken nearly slipped standing up, so he held onto the wall and used it for support.

He began to lean on the wall, moving at the pace of a snail. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to find someone he knew….Where was his mother? He hadn't seen her around. Was she okay? "Ken…" He heard her voice. "Where are you?" She asked. Ken began to push himself onwards, still unable to walk on his own. He finally left the room and leaned on the wall to the right. He shuffled towards where a door was. After a few attempts, he managed to push the door open. Snow coated the area outside, and he barely managed to open the door with all the snow piled up.

That's when Ken noticed it: He saw his mother just behind the green dumpster. "Mom!" He called out. But she didn't look to him or even notice him. He had to get her attention… He pushed through the door, feeling the air against his face. Ken grabbed the dumpster outside and used that for support as he walked around it. Once he made it around the dumpster, he stood before his mother. "Mom...What are you doing here?" Ken asked. She turned around. "I-I was worried about you honey. Won't you please come home?"

"That depends on who's still there..."

"He's gone, sweetie. I'm sorry…"

"Sorry? I'm glad you got rid of him! He was an-"

"No, not Killian. Your father. He's gone, Ken, and he's not coming back. I know how painful it is for you, but you need to come home. You can barely stand, let alone survive out here like this."

"I already know he's gone, why are you telling me this? I don't understand...Maybe I should come home. You'll never believe what happened over the last couple of years…"

"I can't find him!" Bonnie started. "Where is he? Oh no, oh no…"

"Calm down Bonnie! He couldn't have gotten too far. Everyone split up and look for him." Freddy ordered. "Yar." Foxy agreed as he checked the supply closet next to the guards room. Not in here. Foxy looked back into the guard room where Ken was supposed to be sleeping. He looked for a sign of where he could have gone. He couldn't have passed into the main area, because He and Bonnie were out there. Freddy was backstage, and Chica was in the kitchen.

Oh no.

Foxy checked the security exit and sure enough, it was slightly ajar. Snow stood in between the door and the wall, keeping it slightly propped open. If- He heard a noise. He opened the door slowly and heard talking.

"Sorry? I'm glad you got rid of him! He was an-" But he stopped. That was Ken's voice, He was sure of it. He opened the door fully to see him talking to himself. It wasn't helping matters that he was leaning on the dumpster for support and once again shaking.

"I already know he's gone, why are you telling me this? I don't understand...Maybe I should come home. You'll never believe what happened over the last couple of years…"

Foxy fully extended the door and walked next to Ken. He put his hand on Ken's shoulder. "W-who are you?" He asked. His eyes gave away his fear. "Yar, I'm Foxy. Don't ye remember me, lad?" Foxy asked. Ken slowly shook his head no. Then he looked back forward. "W-where did she go?" Ken asked.

"Who?"

"My mother. She asked me to come home, but I can't seem to remember where it is." He scratched his head. "Ken...No one was there right now, lad. Ye was talking to ye self. C'mon, Lets get ya inside. It be cold out here." Ken reluctantly nodded and began to inch his way back. Foxy at this point swooped down and carried him. "Ol Foxy's gotcha. Dont be worrin'" He opened the door and walked inside. Freddy stood at the end of the hallway and sighed in relief. "We found him." He called back before following Foxy to the guards office. Foxy placed him down gently in a sitting position and wrapped him in a blanket again.

"Someone needs to watch him." He heard Chica speak behind him. They all agreed in unison. Ken sat there, still shaking from being in the cold. "Said he was seein' his mother, But there be no one there."

"He must be really sick if he's seeing hallucinations. It has to be something with the cold. He was soaked when we found him. He might the flu or hypothermia. We're gonna have to keep him warm until he get's better." Freddy stated. "He said he didn't remember us. Not even our names." Chica spoke up.

"We'll get him to remember, don't worry. I'll take the first watch, you guys go ahead." Bonnie said. Chica and Foxy nodded as they left back to the main room. Freddy stayed behind, however, as Ken began to look up. "I-I can't remember anything recent. Or even how I got here." Ken started. Freddy and Bonnie looked at each other. "Well, we met a long time ago, years ago. But we just met again recently, a few hours ago to be exact." Freddy explained. "You were freezing and soaking wet, and….. Well you got scared of us and ran away, hitting your head on this wall corner." Freddy tapped the corner where the wall and door met.

"We tried to warm you up but you got scared again and tried to run off. That's when we were finally able to make you somewhat comfortable with us. You and I hung out, and I played you a song. That's when you said you couldn't move and you passed out. We got here to warm you up. Apparently, G-er- that's not important." Bonnie finished explaining to the human. "You got it from here Bonnie? I'll be backstage if you need me." Freddy said as he began to turn around. Bonnie nodded and he left the two of them alone.

"Er, I know we met a while ago, but I can't remember your name." Ken started, looking away, embarrassed. "It's fine, don't worry. My name's Bonnie. You remember who you are, right?"

"Yeah, My name's Ken Algid."

"Do you remember your father working here?"

"No, I dont...I remember he died though. But I don't remember him working here."

"I'm sorry to hear about your father."

Things got quiet for a while after that. Ken began to lie down and close his eyes, but not before he said one thing to Bonnie. "Bonnie?" He asked quietly, so quiet that he could barely hear him. "Yeah?" He replied. "I like you bow-tie." He didn't hear anything after that, sleep taking his conscious to another place.