Hello, people of earth reading my story! There'snoconsistency here with Chapter 7 of Scrapped. This chapter has some of the promised drama cut from Chapter 6.

*Toy Bonnie is the literal manifestation of the number 7.

*Just out of curiosity, who's you're fav/ least fav character?

*Enjoy!

Scrapped - Chapter 7 - Rejected

When I wake up, the sky is lighter, but rain is still falling. I stand up and stretch. I am one of the only ones up. Fred is drawing in the dirt again; how he sleeps is beyond me. BB is lying on his plump little stomach, watching, in fascination, a trail of ants.

"Teddy, come have a look!" BB says once he realizes I'm awake, also. I walk over and sit across from him. "Isn't this amazing? They have their own little world, their own little streets, their own little everything! Do you think they have their own little restaurants, too? Like our old restaurant?" He's so imaginative.

"Yes, I'm sure they do, BB," I tell him. "How's the drawing you were working on last night?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll show you," he says, a little more serious. He leads me a few feet away to a slightly more clearer picture of the same figure, now titled "Bonnie." BB found some wild flowers or something and put them across the figure's chest. "It's sort of like a grave for him… but not. Since we can't bury him.."

"Like a memorial."

"Yeah, like a memorial."

"Well that's very nice of you BB. I'm sure Bonnie would have really appreciated it."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"That's a very nice drawing, BB." says a voice behind me. Bonbon has woken up and is looking at the picture of Bonnie. "Hey, Teddy, could I talk to you over here for a minute?"

"Um, sure. Hey, BB, I'm going to be right over there talking to Bonbon," I say.

"Oooh, what are you talking about?" he asks eagerly.

"Grown-up stuff," replies Bonbon.

BB gives me a disappointed "oh,", and returns to the ants. Bonbon leads me somewhat far away from the group.

"Bonbon, what's this about?" I ask when we stop walking.

"Teddy, do you know what Fred's been writing lately?" he asks.

"No…"

"Well, I caught a glimpse last night when he wasn't looking. I think he's… planning things."

"Well, of course he is. He's leader of our group. Or rather - that's what he likes to call himself-"

"Teddy, stay on topic. Please. I mean, he's planning things like… how our group is going to hold up."

"Bonbon, I don't understand what-"

"He's planning our deaths, Teddy. He's planning who's going to last longer than who, and how they're going, and, he doesn't seem that far off. I think it said something about Chica being next, and she seemed to take Foxy and Bonnie dying-"

"Bonbon, listen. I appreciate your concern, but that's Fred's business. Are you positive that's what his writing meant? I mean, who knows what it really is?"

"So you're not going to do anything about it?"

"You could be completely wrong, and if we make accusations… I don't want to know what's on that bear's bad side."

"Okay, then Teddy. Good talk. But I am warning you." Bonbon says, sourly, and walks back towards camp.

'What if Bonbon really is right? What if, right now, Fred is looking around thinking, 'Who's going to die next?' Maybe we are all nuisances in his way. If I could leave this group, I would. The only problem is that only Fred knows where we're going, and the way back. Leaving would only result in me getting hopelessly lost; more so than now, and dying of some strange cause.'

When I walk back to camp, CC approaches me.

"Teddy, have you seen Chica?" she asks.

"Um, no. Maybe she's still with Bonnie?"

"Can you help me look? If we find her, she might want some company." We both walk to the spot where Bonnie is, and sure enough, just within the shelter of the trees, is Chica sitting and watching the rain…and Bonnie.

"Hey, Chica-" CC starts.

"What do you want, CC?" spits Chica.

"I just came to see if you were ok…"

"Yes, I'm fine CC," Chica says moodily.

"Well, Chica-"

"CC, will you please be less annoying for once and leave me alone!"

"Fine, then," CC says quietly as she walks off. Chica goes back to watching the rain, and I hurry after CC. "She's my best friend. Why would she do that?" CC asks as we walk back to camp.

"Maybe she's just distraught over Bonnie's death. I'm sure she didn't mean those things," I say.

"Yeah, maybe" she says glumly.

"Are you going to be alright?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'll live. Thanks, Teddy."

"No problem. I'm going to go check on BB."

"Okay." CC walks to Bonbon and Vixen, joining their conversation.

The rest of the day passes slowly. I spend most of it playing with BB, since we still can't continue moving because of the rain. After a long day of tag, Hide'n'Seek, guessing what the other is drawing in the dirt, and other miscellaneous activities, I am exhausted. It's fitting when Fred says,

"Alright everyone: We're moving out at dawn. Be ready."

"Moving out? What about the rain?" I ask, walking over to him.

"The rain will be gone by tomorrow," he says confidently.

"And how can you be so sure?"

"I've been anticipating this storm for a while, even before we got out here. I watched the clouds come in. Just trust. I know what I'm doing," he says. I don't push to argue anymore and walk away to the spot where BB is.

"Hey, Teddy-"

"One second, BB," I say distantly. 'Something isn't right about Fred. About how much he knows. Why would he bring us out here and put us in this kind of danger? In danger of the rain….Maybe Bonbon was actually right. Maybe we are all just road blocks in his way. That would explain why he didn't tell us when we left the safety of the canopy to watch the sky. He knew it was dangerous, yet he didn't stop us. So…would that make it his fault Bonnie's dead? But why would he do that to someone so close to him? Then again, why would he care? The more I think about it, the more it makes sense: Fred is planning our deaths, waiting for an opportunity to let us die. Bonbon was right. I have to apologize!' I jump up and hurry over to Bonbon, CC, and Vixen.

"Oh, hello, Teddy. What's going on?" Bonbon asks sarcastically without looking at me.

"Bonbon, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. You were right about Fred. He does want us dead," I say.

"Dead?" asks Vixen.

"I haven't exactly told them…" says Bonbon.

"Told us what?" asks CC.

"Told you that…Fred is planning each of our deaths. He's waiting for us all to die. Take Bonnie or Foxy for example. He didn't kill them, but he didn't do anything to save them, either," I explain.

"Wait, Bonnie, too?" inquires Vixen.

"Fred knew the storm was coming, and didn't tell any of us when we were out in the open. I'm sure he knew Bonnie didn't come back, and then the storm hit.."

"But why would he do this, especially to Bonnie and Foxy?" questions CC.

"Because we're all just obstacles in his way. He wants us gone so he can… oh, who knows what?" explains Bonbon.

"That lying, cheating little asshole!" growls Vixen. "Why are we taking this bullshit? Let's just leave his group," she continues.

"We can't," I mumble.

"What's that?" she says.

"We can't. Fred's the only one who knows where we are and how to get out of here. If we leave, we'll get lost and most likely die, or permanently power down. We can't last forever on solar mode."

"Then if we aren't leaving, what do you think we should do?" Vixen asks me.

"We're going to survive as long as we can. Then, Fred will realize he can't just brush us aside."

"That's it? That's you're plan? To just sit and wait around until that sicko changes his perspective? Seriously, that's it?!" rants an angry, disbelieving Vixen.

"Do you have a better plan?" I snap, trying to sound as least fed up as possible. We all fall silent for a bit.

"Teddy, can I go tell Chica about Fred?" asks CC.

'Maybe that's not such a good idea…' I think.

"She has a right to know," she points out.

'Good point…'

"Sure," I respond, but still a little unsure of how Chica will take the information.

"Can you come with me, Teddy? You'll probably do a better job explaining it than me." CC and I walk over to where we last saw Chica- mourning over Bonnie. When we find her, she seems almost asleep. CC kneels down in front of her. "Chica. Chica, wake up," CC says.

"What is it?" grumbles Chica, sounding bored, tired, and unhappy to see us.

"We need to talk. About something serious," CC says. Chica says nothing; she just waits for us to continue. "Well, um…it's about Fred…Teddy, can you tell her?" says CC. I explain to Chica what we had realized about Fred. Chica is silent the entire time. When I'm done, she's still sitting there. Then I realize, she is quietly fuming.

"You…son…of…a…BITCH!" she spits at us. "You!" she screams at me. "How dare you accuse Fred of doing that? You know damn well he would never!" She turns to CC. "And I thought at least you of all people would have understood that. I thought you would have been a better friend and supported me. I guess I was wrong. You aren't my friend."

"But, Chica-"

"You know what? Just don't talk to me again," finishes Chica. CC's face saddens. She turns and walks away, and I follow. "Backstabber," I hear Chica mutter as we leave her.

"Hey, CC, are you okay?" I ask her. She produces nothing in response, just staring ahead, seeming depressed. I watch as CC walks past Bonbon and a napping Vixen.

"Hey, how'd it go?" asks Bonbon. CC ignores him and walks a few yards away and sits down under her own tree, facing away from all of us. Bonbon and I share a look of concern.

"She won't talk," I explain.

"Maybe we should leave her alone until the morning," Bonbon suggests.

"That sounds good," I say. When I return to the spot I had been sleeping, I see something written on the ground. "GOODNITE, TEDDY" is spelled out in sloppy handwriting. 'Oh, BB,' I think, and I sit down next to the note and fall asleep.

So that's all for now. Again, sorry for the wait. I will be continuing to upload, just at a very…VERY slow rate. Sorry, but I'm an extremely slow typer, and the chapters only get longer. Good bye bye!

-There'snoconsistency