Suddenly Funtime Foxy grabbed Freddy's hand with a bruising grip, and forced him to take hold of the trigger, pressing his thumb on the red button. She smirked. "Don't let go…if you do, you'll have killed your wife yourself, along with the only son you have left."

Freddy's heart was stopping on and off as Funtime Foxy laughed evilly, getting into a random car, driving away. In his hand was the device that meant death for his family…and he couldn't let go.

Freddy's anxiety was through the roof as he ran towards the hotel, noticing he actually still had the food in his hand. He ran to the room, and knocked on it. "CHICA, IT'S ME! OPEN THE DOOR!" He shouted.

The door swung open and Toy Chica let Freddy in. "Freddy, are you- what's that?" She pointed to the device in his hand that he was gripping with a white-knuckled grip.

Freddy panted from running. "Pack up the stuff, get Fritz in the car, and let's go!"

Toy Chica didn't question him and did as she was told. Freddy grabbed a few bags with his free hand, and kept the food with him, putting it in the car as well. Toy Chica had Fritz in her arms as she ran out. Freddy looked to her after he shut the trunk.

"Get in the car, and get ready to drive! I need to go talk to the manager!" Without waiting for an answer from her, Freddy ran to the front office. He pushed the door open, and the two employees in there looked surprised.

"Get the guests out of the hotel NOW! This lady put a bomb trigger in my hand, and I can't let go, and- JUST GET EVERYONE AWAY FROM HERE!" He yelled, as he ran out. He helped the employees with a few rooms, and then jumped into the car with Chica in the driver's seat.

"DRIVE!"

Toy Chica had wide eyes, but did as she was told. "Okay, okay."

"Go towards the Chinese restaurant!" Freddy said in a panicked tone.

Fritz looked confused as he gripped his car seat.

"Daddy, what's going on?"

"Yeah, Freddy, what is going on?" Toy Chica asked her husband, who was sweating bullets.

Freddy gulped, hoping that the guests of the hotel were out of it.

"Don't pull into the parking lot, but park on the street!" He demanded loudly. Toy Chica did, and Freddy jumped out, looking back towards the direction of the hotel. Toy Chica jumped out too, concerned about her husband's sanity.

"Freddy, what-"

Freddy let go of the trigger, but suddenly he and Toy Chica were thrown backwards with a dangerous force as the restaurant they parked in front of, but thankfully not close enough, exploded!

Freddy saw the car was okay from the explosion as his ears were ringing and his whole body hurt. He saw his wife unconscious in the middle of the road. "CHICA!" He shouted as he crawled quickly to her body.

"CHICA, NO!" He cried out, shaking her a bit. Her face was scratched up and so was her whole body. She groaned and opened her eyes, hissing in pain. Freddy let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.

Toy Chica sat up suddenly, forgetting her pain. "FRITZ!" She screamed as she ran to the car. She opened Fritz's door and sighed in relief as he was unharmed, but crying out of fear. She unstrapped him and pulled him into her arms.

"Mommy has you, baby. Mommy has you." She whispered softly to him to comfort him.

Freddy gulped as he saw the Chinese restaurant no longer standing and it was all torn down in burnt pieces. "Oh my god, she was going to kill me…the bomb was meant to kill me." He choked out.

"Freddy?"

Freddy turned around and saw his worried wife and confused, blind son. He shook off the shock and guilt; he had to get them to safety.

Freddy grabbed Toy Chica's arm and opened the passenger side door, forcing her and Fritz in, not worrying about the car-seat for Fritz at this very second.

He jumped into the driver's seat and took off, and fire-trucks, ambulances, and police cars passed them to the scene, but didn't stop them.

Toy Chica finally was able to get Fritz back to sleep in her arms. She looked to Fritz with worry. "Fritz?" She asked again in a small voice.

Freddy took her free hand and gripped it as he kept speeding down the road. "Chica…we're so screwed."

Fritz played with an action figure in the sandbox as Freddy and Toy Chica talked on a bunch near him, and even though he couldn't see anything he was doing, they could tell he was using his imagination to create an universe all his own. It made them smile, yet saddened at the same time.

Toy Chica shrugged it off and sighed. "So, Funtime Foxy wants me dead because she thinks it will bring her closure?"

Freddy nodded, wrapped his arms around her tightly, scared to let go. He had been like that since they arrived at the small park a few hours away from the town they practically just destroyed. "Yeah…seems that way, Chica."

Toy Chica sighed and let a few tears fall. "It's my entire fault, Freddy!" She sobbed.

Freddy had wide eyes and looked at her as he pulled away a bit. "What? Chica? What are you talking about?"

Toy Chica sniffled and tried to wipe her tears away, but only more came down.

"I should've done a…background check or something- ANYTHING on Foxy when I first started dating him! I would've found out he was married and I…" Toy Chica sighed. "I'm such an idiot."

"This isn't your fault, Chica." Freddy rubbed his wife's arms, and kissed her head. "We'll make it through this. You'll see. It will be-"

"Where's Fritz?" Toy Chica asked suddenly, interrupting Freddy.

Freddy stood up so suddenly and looked around. "Oh my god."

Toy Chica stood up as well and ran towards the sandbox and saw the action figure her two year old had been playing with, but he was nowhere in sight. "FRITZ!" She screamed out.

Freddy's heart pounded in his chest as he felt another anxiety attack coming on. "Chica, go that way, and I'll go right!" He pointed in the directions he was talking about, and Toy Chica nodded, running from him. Freddy didn't want her alone, not at all, but they had to find their son.

Toy Chica ran as fast as she could, keeping an eye out for her blonde son. "FRITZ! FRITZ!"

"Mommy!" She heard his small, shy voice.

Toy Chica ran towards the bathrooms and saw him behind a wall, playing with a basketball, that looked absolutely brand new. She kneeled down to his level and hugged him. "Oh, Fritz, where did you go?"

Fritz smiled and showed his mom the ball, which harshly hit Chica in the face on accident since he couldn't tell where she was.

"A nice lady said she had a present for me if I went with her. She said she'd take me back to you, but you found me instead, so she said she'd leave."

Toy Chica shook her head in disbelief. "Oh my god…did she say anything else, Fritz?"

"Um…to tell daddy that she said "I'm watching", but that's all." Fritz laughed as he bounced the ball. "Do I look cool with the ball, mommy?"

Toy Chica couldn't answer as she looked around her, but only saw people jogging in their warm-up clothes and children playing on a playground. She picked Fritz up into her arms, his arms still wrapped around the basketball tightly.

"Let's go find daddy." She whispered to him, her heart racing and head spinning.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Fritz asked in a concerned tone.

Toy Chica shook her head, even though he couldn't see it. "Not even close, son." She saw Freddy in the distance and waved her hand at him, showing that she had Fritz.

"Mommy's losing her marbles."

Fritz laughed. "Hehe…marbles."