This will be the near-end of the fanfiction. (Not the entire series, no worries!) In the next chapter, we'll find out what "the sacrifice that leads to two losses" is!
Enjoy!
Another show!
Frieda could barely contain her excitement. It was the 50th show ever! And it would be the 7th show for Tammy.
Chico sighed. "You get excited for every show EVER, Frieda. What's so special about this show?"
Frieda shrugged her shoulders.
Fredric lied back against a wall. "It's the 50th show? DUH!" he said. "It'll be the only 50th show ever!"
"Yeah, plus, Frieda really loves performing. Let her do what she wants to do," Phantom said.
Fredric did a quick glare at Phantom (whom he still didn't trust) and smiled. "Freddy's band is almost done playing," he said, walking up to Frieda. He gave her a pat on the back. "Good luck."
When Freddy's band stopped playing, the kids got so tense, like they knew a bombing was going to happen. They knew Frieda was coming, which, to the kids, was just as scary as a bombing. (Though they don't know what a bombing is)
Nothing.
The kids started to relax, but then Freddy pointed behind the children and said, "Frieda!"
Everyone turned around, seeing Frieda with her hook pointed at the kids. "Foxy may have beat me last time, but he won't be prepared for this time!"
"Ye think so? Well, I be prepared!" Foxy called, emerging from his curtains.
Foxy charged at Frieda, but she pulled out a plastic sword (so she wouldn't hurt anyone while fooling the kids at the same time) and slashed at his face.
Foxy pretended to get hit on the nose and held onto it, as if it was hurt. "Ow!" he yelled. "Arr, ye be clever, Frieda!" he yelled. "I be havin' no sword!"
"Come on, Foxy! Catch!" Tammy threw another plastic sword at Foxy. He turned around and caught the sword, dodging another blow from Frieda.
The two had a (plastic) sword-fight for a while. Foxy seemed like he was going too win when Frieda slapped the sword out of Foxy's hand, having it land behind her. "The only way to victory is past me!" she called.
"Then that's where I be going!" Foxy yelled. Frieda charged at him, but Foxy ran past her and grabbed his sword, turning around with the sword pointed at Frieda at the same time.
Foxy charged into Frieda, pretending to stab her. Frieda fell over, pretending to be hurt. "You may have beat me this time, but I will get you next time!" she growled, standing up and limping away.
Frieda sat down as the children cheered Foxy's and Tammy's names. Like always, Fredric would say he liked the fight scene, Chico would scold Fredric for "bothering" Frieda, Frieda invites them both to talk about something, and Frieda would have something stuck in her mind but she feels like she shouldn't mention it.
This time, Frieda was thinking about Phantom. 'Is Phantom really bad? to is he just an innocent soul?'
By then, the pizzeria was closing, and the nightguards were returning to the office. Though they noticed something...
"Where's Mike?" Mason asked.
"He might have been practicing something that he hasn't done in a long time..." Jason replied.
Mason sighed. "Nah, that's unlikely. Hey, whoever's wrong has to wear the dunce hat."
"Deal."
Soon, Mike had finally come to work, with a bow and arrow.
Ellie was off to sleep-mode with nothing planned for the night. Because of he his, Poppy the child spirit had nothing to do. She floated around the pizzeria, looking for someone to play with. It wasn't long until she spotted Mike.
As Mike walked up to the office, Poppy followed.
"Hey! Here comes Mike right now!" Mason said as Mike entered the office.
"What's with the bow and arrow?" Jeremy asked.
Mike chuckled. "Well, I used to be an archer, and I decided to go back into archery."
"Well, looks like someone has the wear the dunce hat..." Jason wrote, a smirk on his face. Mason sighed and banged his head on the table.
"Dunce hat, eh? I wanna see!" Poppy suddenly yelled, flying through the office door.
"Ghooooooost!" Jeremy leapt down from his seat and cowered into a ball.
Poppy chuckled. "Oh, come on! You know you're brave, lacrosser!"
"What?" Fritz asked.
"Nevermind."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Soooo... what brings you here, 'terrifying' ghost?"
"I'm not terrifying!" Poppy said. "Anyway, why are you so cold?"
"'Cause I am." Mike replied.
"Aww, you know you have a little kindness!" Poppy said. "It's in there somewhere!"
"Please, please no," Mike said.
Poppy glanced at Jeremy. "Oh, get up!" she said. "You should know bravery by now! You talked to an actual animatronic last night!"
Jeremy, not even bothering to look up, mumbled, "I'll get up when you aren't a ghost, thank you very much."
"So, Mr. Magician, can you do a trick with the arrow and the thing you shoot arrows with?" Poppy asked.
"Wha-a-I'm not a magician!" Mike exclaimed.
"Still!" Poppy said. "Magic trick! Magic trick! Magic trick!"
Everyone else, who felt a bit sympathetic for the dead child, chanted with her. "Magic trick! Magic trick! Magic trick!"
Mike sighed. "Fine. But I may not be good with the bow and arrow. So, for my trick, I'll use someone I don't care losing."
(Later...)
"Why, Mike! Why me?!" Jeremy exclaimed as Mason balanced an apple on Jeremy's head.
"Well, this is a simple trick: shooting an apple off someone's head." Mike said to Poppy. "Prepare to have your mind blown!"
Mike pointed the arrow at the apple, and shot the arrow, but at the same time, Alain shoved Jeremy out the way. "Outta my way, runt!" he growled, before getting an arrow stuck in his right eye, breaking it.
Mike chuckled. "Well, my dreams of shooting an animatronic with a bow came true... except it wasn't Bonnie that I shot..."
"Grrr!" Alain turned to the nightguards.
Mason stared. "Well, I think we're all dead."
Yes, I don't ship Bonnike (or whatever the ship name is). Mike hates Bonnie so much he wants to shoot him with an arrow, and Bonnie is obsessed with attacking Mike.
Quoting "Die in a Fire" by TheLivingTombstone"
"Hope you get stabbed in the heart
Hope you get shot and expire"
Also, in the next fanfiction for the Frieda Adventures series, there will be small little shorts in-between chapters. :D
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :D