When they got home, everyone expected Chica to charge up to her bedroom, but Chica knew better than that. She knew if she went upstairs straight away, Freddy would become suspicious, and her plan would be ruined.
As she sat downstairs eating pizza with her folks, her stomach churned. She felt so upset, knowing that these amazing people who had loved her and appreciated her to her core, were about to - about to lose her. She felt the pills in her pocket, and sighed guiltily.
After an agonizing three hours sitting downstairs with her family, Chica casually suggested, "Hey, I'm gonna have an early night tonight, kay? I'm really tired." She expected some awkward conversation, a disapproving look - but Freddy just nodded happily. She realized her was jsut so happy to have her back that he didn't mind what she did just as long as she was with him, and Chica had to rush upstairs to stop the tears leaking from her eyes.
When she sat on her bed, she carefull read the entire label on the bottle of pills. There was 50 pills in the bottle. From searching up some of the particularly dangerous looking chemicals on Google, she reckoned about 30 would finish her off.
Now came the part she dreaded. She glanced over at the fluffy, canary yellow phone on her lemon dressing table and her stomach twisted and did acrobatics. She took a deep breath, a sip of water, then went over to the phone. She found herself fixing her fur, as if Foxy was actually standing there.
She swiped the lock screen and entered her password, before pressing 'Phone'. She entered Foxy's mobile number, then, her whole body shaking, she pressed call.
Unsuprisingly, it went straight to answerphone. She sighed, then heard the beep.
"Foxy, I can't live without you. I need you near me, and I have no idea where you are... I have some pills, and they are the next best thing, baby. I need you, and if your not here by tommorow evening...they'll be the last thing I'll be holding. This is not a threat - this is a plead, please, please. Come back. I need you...tommorow evening, remember, be there. Please. I love you...so much...goodbye. Please don't let this be the last one..."
Chica pressed 'End Call' and threw her self onto her bed, sobbing, camoflaging herself into the neon yellow covers so it looked like she didn't exist.