Toy Chica stepped out of the taxi cab in the Mission Bay Park Parking Lot in San Diego, CA, her eyes wincing from the sun rays. It was sunset, and people where everywhere. She paid the driver and he left her standing there. She looked around, and a man in a black suit came up to her. "Come with me, Mrs. Fazbear." He said as he passed her. Toy Chica quickly speeded after him. She had to power walk to keep up with the much larger man, and he held the door open to a limo for her. "Get in." He demanded when Toy Chica hesitated for a minute. She gulped, but did as she was told. She sat on the side of the limo, and the man slid in and shut the door. "Drive!" He yelled suddenly, making Toy Chica jump. The limo started and they drove out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.

Chica's lip trembled. "Um…where are we going?" She asked timidly.

"The Airport." He said in an emotionless tone. "We are heading to Russia."

RUSSIA? Toy Chica screamed in her mind, but didn't lose her cool on the outside. She just nodded and looked out her window. Freddy, please be okay.

"CHICA! CHICA! CHICA! WAKE UP, CHICA!"

Toy Chica groaned as she attempted to move her body, but she laid on the cold, stone floor like a rock. Her body shook, trying to sit up, but she was too weak to even make it an inch off the ground.

"CHICA! Look at me, baby! I'm begging you! Please!"

Attempting to move her head up a little, Toy Chica gasped in pain, falling back down, but this time she had a good view of Freddy, and his ankles were chained to the opposite wall. He was on his knees, trying all that he could to reach his wife, but he just couldn't. The chains were too strong. He sobbed as he saw her beaten face. Toy Chica blinked, but even that hurt to do, so she left her eyes closed again. "Freddy?" She called out softly, but coughed violently at the stinging pain in her throat.

Freddy tried to reach for her again, but like the other times, it didn't do anything good. All his attempts did was make his heart break a little more every time. "Chica, can you talk some more to me? I have to hear your voice!" He said desperately.

Toy Chica tried to, but couldn't. "No." She coughed out, still unable to move or even open her eyes.

"No, no, no, you can try!" Freddy pleaded, his voice croaking. "Please, Chica! Try for me!"

Toy Chica sighed shakily, but that seemed to hurt her ribs to do so. "Freddy…" She looked to him again, forcing her eyes open, but immediately closed again, unable to keep them open any longer. "Help, please."

Freddy's cries were even worse as he sat on all fours, facing the floor. "I'm trying, but I can't right now." He said in a depressed voice.

Toy Chica could already feel herself getting lightheaded and her vision blurred when she opened her eyes again. "Freddy…I can't hold on."

"YES, YOU CAN!" Freddy growled out, losing whatever was left of his sanity.

Toy Chica heard a door slam open and she forced herself to turn her head and she saw the blonde woman, Funtime Foxy, walk in with a sick smirk. Toy Chica whimpered. "Hello, Mrs. Fazbear." Funtime Foxy greeted, walking towards the weak woman on the ground.

Freddy couldn't take anymore. "DON'T YOU DARE GO NEAR HER!"

"Shut up, or else I'll hit her!" Funtime Foxy snapped at the man.

Freddy shook his head and backed down. "No, please, don't."

"Then zip it." Funtime Foxy seethed, and then focused her attention back to Toy Chica. She kneeled down to her.

Toy Chica let out a shaky breath. "What did you do to me?" She asked, barely in a whisper.

"Drugged you." Funtime Foxy answered almost immediately, sounding as if it was nothing new. "You were putting up one hell of a fight, but I had some guy hold you down while I stuck you with a syringe of a drowsy liquid drug."

"You bitch!" Freddy snarled out.

Funtime Foxy glared at him. "I warned you." She threatened as she stood up. She kicked Chica's side with the heel of her high heel shoe, and it made a crack sound when it collided with her ribcage. Chica couldn't hold back the strained scream of pain it send through her body; the force was so powerful to her that it rolled her over onto her back. "Don't interrupt me anymore, Freddy, or else she'll get much worse. I'm losing my patience with you."

Freddy glared daggers right back at her, seeing nothing but red in his sight. "Then kill me if you hate me so much, and let her go!" Suddenly, Chica was given a kick to her face, making her nose break and a cut on her cheek. "Stop!"

"THEN SHUT UP!" Funtime Foxy roared at him. "This is my chance to finally get my revenge and I will NOT have you ruin this for me! I want to enjoy torturing her!"

Freddy just collapsed onto the floor, his sobs were deafening.

"Now if you notice, Mrs. Fazbear, you're ankles are chained to this wall." Funtime Foxy pointed out, and Chica weakly lifted her head to confirm it. "You're going to remain bolted here until you die. No food, no bathroom, no fluids, and no sleep. Every time you doze off, one of my men keeping watch will come in and beat you awake."

Chica wanted to cry again, but she gave up on that idea.

"Your husband will be force fed, forced to drink fluids, taken to the bathroom 5 times a day, and he'll sleep at night."

Toy Chica sighed in relief. "Good." He won't suffer.

Freddy shook his head. "I won't do any of that!"

"Oh yes, you will." Funtime Foxy walked up to him. "We'll handcuff your hands behind your back as we feed you, give you fluids through a syringe, drag your ass to the bathroom and you won't leave that bathroom until you do your business, and you'll be given a sleeping pill and it will be forced into your mouth every night."

Freddy slammed his head onto the stone floor, crying again.

"And the second your wife is on the verge of death, you'll be allowed out of chains to say your last goodbyes." Funtime Foxy chuckled with delight. "When she dies, you'll be taken outside with her, given a shovel, and you can bury her yourself. Once that's done, you'll be taken to Circus Baby's home and start your new life as a single father." She shrugged. "Simple as that." And she turned away from the couple. "I'll be on my way now." She looked over her shoulder to Toy Chica with a sickening grin. "Have fun burning in hell, Mrs. Fazbear." And she left, with her henchmen locking the cell door after her.

Chica groaned as she forced herself to look to Freddy. "I'm going to die here."

Freddy gulped as he looked panicked. "No, no. No, you're not."

Chica narrowed her eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"I have a plan." Freddy looked back at his restraints. "I just have to get out of these first."