Hey, guys.
I felt awful for canceling this and leaving you guys so I wrote this chapter and went through and did all the editing as quickly as possible so I could get this chapter up. Enjoy reading it :)
Goldie stared at the ground, trying not to show he was worried for his friend. The floor was littered with wrappers and random bits of paper.
He really needs to clean out his car Goldie thinks to himself before his thoughts turn back to Georgia Please come back to us soon
Chica sat at the wheel humming a tune in her head, she wasn't thinking about Georgia, but at how the pizzeria was doing. They wouldn't be able to open the pizzeria today because they weren't there and that meant a lot of upset and disappointed children. Chica couldn't bare the thought of that especially because it meant someones birthday could potientally be ruined.
Should I turn around? She thought to herself Take us all home?
She shook her head. Georgia was nice, Georgia was caring, Georgia was understanding and forgiving, Georgia was… Missing…
Chica shook her , the pizzeria could wait. If Georgia was in danger then Chica was not going to stop looking for her until she was found.
After all Georgia was a part of the Fazbear family, even if she didn't know it yet.
Georgia's P.O.V
Jeremy is in a suit and tie, he is also wearing knuckle dusters. The only reason I know this is because he has his hands behind his back. Mike and Fritz are wearing creepy masks and are also smartly dressed as they stand to either side of me.
"Remember to play along or else you know what'll happen" Mike hisses at me
I glare at him before he faces my head around.
"Good day to you all, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald and I am here to discuss an urgent matter that will lead to the release of our good friend Georgia Morgans here" He says stepping to one side so the camera can get a better look at me.
I've hung my head to avoid eye contact with the camera. Jeremy continues;
"In order for her release I am demanding that Fazbear Entertainment, pay us one point five million dollars by wednesday the thirteenth of this month by midday or else Miss Morgans dies and for every hour we are left waiting for our money we will inflict pain on her for 20 minutes"
I snort, trying to hold in my laughter. Kill me?! This guy was just too funny.
"Shut it!" Fritzs whispers angrily
But I can't hold it in. I burst out laughing.
"You?.. Kill me?! Ha! I'd like to see that!" I say waving my left hand as best I can "Hi guys I'm fine, I've been beaten up already so what's the worse they can do? Don't hand them any money I'm a big girl I can handle this but please do hurry up and find me I am really hungry. McDonalds sounds pretty good to me right now and I-"
"And to prove we're deadly serious about this whole ordeal, we'll give you a little taster of what's to come." He interrupts me and smiles, brandishing the knuckle dusters in front of the camera so everyone watching can see them.
I gulp. Maybe I went a little overboard…
Jeremy approaches m e and raises a fist.
"You shouldn't have done that" He says simply and then punches me.
I let out a scream as the metal connects with my ribs. Then my face, my jaw, my stomach.
I try to move my arms and legs to defend myself but the chains are too short so all I can do is writhe and yell at the pain I am in while Mike and Fritz stare straight ahead into the camera.
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Twenty minutes later, I can hardly breath, my face is wet with sweat and blood. No tears though, I refused to give Jeremy the pleasure of crying. My throat hurts from the screams and yells of pain I have felt and it's giving me a headache. The urge to vomit is hard to resist and the urge to pass out is even harder.
Jeremy, Fritz and Mike have all left and gone upstairs but have left the camera recording. I think they're doing some kind of live stream because the camera is hooked up to a laptop. I stare at it and smile.
"Hey mom if you're watching I-I just want to say…" My eyelids droop, feeling heavy but I force them to open again "I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass for all these years...I-I love you…"
My eyes close and no matter how hard I try I can't open them again. Nor can I talk. Only stare at the darkness around me.
Jenna's P.O.V (3rd person)
Jenna watched the screen in horror as she watched her own daughter get beaten before her very eyes. Her cries of pain were enough to make Jenna cry. Her heart went out to her daughter who was still trying to be a bright spark. Her poor baby was being hurt for no reason and all because of Jeremy Fitzgerald, who she knew all too well.
It was her fault that Jeremy had gone after Georgia, or at least Jenna thought she was the reason. Maybe if she hadn't turned him down on that deal he'd tried to make her then her baby would be safe and sound in bed, where she could keep an eye on her. She knew that if her husband was here, he would have dealt with Jeremy by now, but Jenna couldn't bring herself to tell Jeremy to leave her alone besides he always had his friends around with him so she felt intimidated.
The police had told her not to watch the live stream but she was anyway. She wanted to make sure her daughter was ok but she wasn't and that hurt her so much. She so badly wanted to hug her daughter and tell her she was ok but she couldn't. She wanted to treat her daughter's wounds and wipe away the blood and sweat but she couldn't.
For the uncounted time since she had got the phone call from the manager of the pizzeria, Jenna bowed her head and wept, wishing desperately that her daughter would be found and come home to her soon.
P.S sorry for the sort of cliffhanger. And sorry for this chapter being so short