I'm a witch,

That has been said;

One good thing at least:

I am clearly not Dead!

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You know what? Let's just get on with it.

Ah...anyway. A big shout out to Kosperry's art on Deviant Art - kosperry . deviantart . com) - and Markiplier's "Let's Play on youtube - just search "Markiplier Five Nights at Freddy's - for all the inpiritation.

(light goes out)

Ah! On with the fic!

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Oh Yeah...

I DON'T OWN FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S!

Becca was floating. Or at least, that how she would have felt. The pain emanating from her wrists told otherwise. Something hot and sticky was running across her skin. She was pretty sure it was her own blood. Her head throbs. The pain behind her eyes was growing steadily. Her heart pounded. She could barely breath.

What the hell happened?

Movement to the side of her caught her attention. Heavy steps, but not those of her friends. She could hear the person's heavy breathing. The smell of thick scotch assaulted her nose. And…that cheap cologne.

Oh no.

Please, not him…

'Rise and shine, Rebecca.'

Normally, the mere mention of her full first name would be enough to send her into a rage. But now, she clamped down on that reaction. With her eyes closed, and her body hanging limp, she still appeared to be asleep. Slowing her breathing, Becca forced herself to relax as best she could. She just need to…

A scream escaped her lips as pain erupted from her sides. Her eyes flashed open, and her gaze flicked down over her body. A knife was being pulled back, painted red with her blood. From experience, she could tell it was only a shallow cut. Still hurt like a bitch though.

Panting, Becca looked up. Standing before her, smirk firmly in place and knife clutched in his hand, was Scott. He was thinner than the last time she had seen him. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, making the pale green orbs stand out. His smirk turned into a sadistic smile as their gazes met.

'Did you miss me, Rebecca?' he asked, taking a step forward.

His free hand, stained with her blood, reached up and creased her cheek. She hissed, pulling her skin free from his grasp. He dropped his hand, but that smile stayed firmly in place. He started to circle her. as he vanished from her sightline, Becca took a deep breath. Damn it, all the small pains were adding up.

'Like a hole in my brain,' Becca growled out, her teeth clenched together.

A chuckle, dark and similar to a snake's hiss, came from her right shoulder. 'Oh, how I've missed you, my little chic.' He purred, running the flat of his blade along the visible skin of her back. 'What fun we used to have. Especially when you would—'

'Stop it!'

Another chuckle. Scott stepped back into view, tapping the blade against his chin. She didn't like the look in his eyes. Struggling against the chains, she watched as he turned back towards her, that glint in his eyes sharpened.

'Well, little Chic. We've had a good run. But…I can't have you running off on me again. If I can't have you, well…you know how that line goes…'

Another sharp pain. Becca screamed again.

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Foxy was growling by the time they reached the motel. The streets were so different in the dark, and the fox managed to get them there. The whole time, something inside his chest had tightened around his heart.

Please let Becca be okay. Please let Becca be okay. This was constantly repeating itself over and over inside his mind. Beside him, Freddy was in a similar state. The big bear was constantly twitching, his claws digging into his palms as the tension continued to rise.

But they were here. And they would find her.

'Which room was she in, Foxy?' Freddy asked, turning to look down at him. In the darkness of the night, Freddy's blue orbs glowed with the rage boiling beneath the surface. But beneath that was fear.

Foxy looked up him, his own amber orbs reflecting similar emotions. He glanced back and forth along the rows of windows. All was dark and silent, except for the one furthest from them. There was a faint glow coming from the bottom of the window. As there were no cars in front of the other rooms, there was only one real option.

'That one,' Foxy said, pointing.

Nodding, Freddy headed in that direction with Foxy close on his heels. As they got closer, Freddy looked back at the fox.

'Foxy,' she said, catching the former pirate's attention. 'We're only here to rescue Becca. she's our goal. We're to ignore the boy unless—'

A screech ripped the air, bringing both friends up short. They stared at the door, horror filling their souls. That was Becca. The both knew that voice too well. Forget the stealth. Both males charged the door, smashing in the door in the process.

Several things happened at once. The door splintered. The man turned towards them. The knife was ripped from Becca's leg. The young girl fell silent and limp in the chains. Both stared at the sight before them.

Becca was hanging from the ceiling, chains wrapped around her writs. She was barely covered, her clothes ripped away. Blood was flowing down her in rivers, painting her in crimson streaks. Occasionally she would twitch, but there was no other sign of life. The man stood close to her, covered in splatters of her blood, knife clenched in his fist, and a blank expression on his face.

Taking in the sight of his girlfriend, rage began to churn in Foxy's gut. A growl rumbled in his throat as his eyes narrowed. His vision turned red, and his muscles tensed. But something stopped him from charging. His eyes were drawn back to Becca.

She was the one he had come for.

Freddy placed a paw on his friend's shoulder. Foxy looked up at him. The same rage was reflected in his eyes. A human phrased flashed across his mind, with a small change: never underestimate a papa bear when his cub's threatened.

No words passed between them, but Foxy understood. Turning his attention from the man, he moved over to his girlfriend. While Freddy grabbed the man by the neck and dragged him off into the bathroom, Foxy moved over to Becca.

'Becca?' he called, cupping her face. Becca didn't move, but her eyes opened slightly. 'Hang on, Lass. This may hurt a bit.' Wrapping his good arm around her waist, Foxy raised his hook and slashed through the chains holding her.

Falling into his arms, a pained whimper escaped Becca's lips. 'Sorry, sorry,' he murmured, gently sitting down on the bed.

A scream from the bathroom drew Foxy's attention. He watched as Freddy reappeared, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes focused on the two of them, eyes softening as he took in the two of them.

'Come on,' he said. 'Let's go deal with the other problem.'

(clock ticks over to 6am)

huff...huff...oh, my heart...

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I will be trying to update every Wednesday...

(tinkling music box chime)

Ah! I'm out of here!