The Next Day
November 18
The police had shut down the building, but Freddy still found himself at the building the next day. Scott had ordered all employees to show up, so the police could keep an eye on them. "Can't believe that bastard. Making us still show up to work. Unbelievable," Chica muttered as she opened the door to the lounge, Freddy following behind.
Almost as soon as he entered the lounge, Freddy sensed an extreme tension. He saw the guards on one side of the break room, huddled in a group, their eyes shooting daggers towards the engineers. The engineers met their glares and shot their own glares back. The silence in the room was awkward and intimidating, as if the drop of a pen would spark a fight. Freddy quickly turned and left the room, not wanting to be there if a fight broke out.
As Freddy left the room, he quickly spied Ace entering the office again. The stage area was mostly quiet, Bonnie on his phone in a booth, and Laura was wandering around boredly. Freddy gave a frustrated sigh as he sat in a booth. "There's been two people murdered… and I'm sitting here, not doing anything," Freddy sighed restlessly. Giving up, Freddy got up and walked towards the two murder sites: The basement.
Freddy stood behind a stack of boxes, trying to envision the crime scenes in his head. It wasn't easy, with the bodies gone and the blood cleaned, and Freddy wasn't sure he remembered where exactly the bodies were. As he was about to give up, the door opened and two people walked down the stairs. Ducking behind the boxes again, Freddy saw that it was Scott and Candy.
The two began whispering to each other, bits of their conversation occasionally drifting over to Freddy. "... don't like it….. Have to. Isn't…. Way, we… him. Bonnie… soon." Scott nodded, and Candy pulled a gun out of his belt, handing it to Scott. The two then left the basement, leaving Freddy alone and confused.
After a few minutes, Freddy emerged from the basement. Sitting at a table, he thought about what he had just seen and heard. The fact that he had seen a gun and heard Bonnie's name mentioned worried him. What were they planning to do to him? "I have to warn him," Freddy finally decided. "He did the same for me." As Bonnie passed his booth, Freddy called out to him. "What's up?" asked the rabbit in his usually peppy voice. "Bonnie, listen… I think Scott and Candy are up to something, and they might try to attack you." Freddy whispered. Bonnie shrugged before whispering back, "Well, they can try. Thanks for the warning." With that, Bonnie got up and walked away. "Just be careful," Freddy called to him.
As the workday ended, Freddy was about to leave when someone behind him called his name. Turning, he saw Chica walking towards him. "What do you want, Chica?" The chicken sighed, folding her arms across her chest. "I want you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." Freddy raised an eyebrow. "What the hell does that mean?" "It means let the cops take care of this. It's their damn job." Freddy just shook his head. "I can't sit here and watch everyone die around me." As he walked away, he heard the chicken scoff. "You're going to get yourself killed."
Freddy noticed the group almost as soon as he left the building. Under the streetlight in the parking lot, Candy, Cindy, Mike, Scott, and Ballora were waiting. Freddy hung back, unsure of what was going to happen. A few minutes later, Bonnie left the building. He froze when he saw the group start walking towards him. "Well. I don't suppose you want to explain why you've been snooping around?" Candy smirked at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Bonnie growled. Mike laughed. "Don't play dumb now," he said as he took out a knife. Bonnie tensed up as the group began closing in, some holding weapons. Freddy cursed, knowing that he had to help. As he got up, someone suddenly grabbed his arm, holding him back. Freddy whirled around to see Baby holding him back. "You're not interfering in this, that bastard's got this coming!"
Suddenly, Candy lunged at Bonnie, a knife in his hand. Bonnie dodged and punched Candy in the face, then turned and ducked a punch from Ballora. Mike moved in and tried to stab him, but Bonnie expertly dodged the attack and threw a low kick, knocking Mike to the floor. As he turned to fight Candy, Cindy suddenly grabbed him from behind and knocked him to the ground. "What the hell are you waiting for? Take the shot!" Candy yelled to Scott, who was clutching a gun. "I can't! Cindy, get out of the way!" Bonnie threw Cindy off of him, his eyes widening as Scott clicked the gun, getting ready to pull the trigger. A gunshot cut through the night.
"No!" Freddy shouted as he finally wrenched his arm free from Baby. Freddy stopped when he saw Bonnie open his eyes and look around, confused. Then Freddy realized that the shot hadn't come from Scott. The gun that had fired was in the hands of Foxy, standing at the entrance, scowling at the group. Foxy had fired his gun into the air, taking everyone's attention and stopping the fight. "Scatter!" Someone shouted, and the group quickly turned and ran in different directions, shouting and cursing at the unwanted intervention of the fox, taking off into the inky black night.
