Foxy was clenched his fist hard as he was watching people in white coats dash around the stage in a ordered panic. Toy Chica slowly was raised in a stretcher and carried away.
Foxy looked down in anger when he heard Mangle behind him. She had started to cry.
"OH nooo..." Mangle closed her eyes in tears. "...Toy... Chica... ." Something in Foxy's gut was telling him that, Mangle was fighting herself from the inside. She was trying hard to keep herself calm as she stood there. Foxy slowly turned to her but he did not look at her.
"... I'll be fine now... " Foxy started. Mangle looked at him as if leaving was the last thing on her mind. Due to this Foxy had to look at her. Her face was wet with tears. "... Toy Chica will be fine too... But she will... Probably want... You by her side when she wakes up. "
Foxy and Mangle both stared at one another. Foxy with a ill determined expression. Mangle with a look of slight fear, sadden expression, and a hint of wanting to stay with Foxy.
However Mangle turned with her head down and she ran off. Foxy slightly smiled when Mangle saw the white coats and stopped by Toy Chica. Foxy smiled even more when he saw Toy Chica's hand shot up and grabbed Mangle's hand.
Foxy now turned to Bonnie and Chica, whose attention was on Blank, and Toy Bonnie. He stood by the two.
However to their surprise, it was Blank who stepped up.
"Listen... Team Foxy." Blank called out with a static. Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica tensed up. Blank lifted up his hand. "... From this point on... If you defeat me, the Deadly Six will resign."
Foxy and his friends didnt know how to reply to this. All three of them turned to the other Deadly Six members, for reassurance. The other members seemed to just stare back, as if not happy with Blank's decision, but would never disagree. Chica was the first to look back.
"So we have to just defeat you?" Chica asked. Blank just nods. All three of us turned to one another.
"Okay...?" Foxy started, feeling nervous. "Who wants to go first?"
Bonnie and Chica exchanged glances. Both seemed to agree on something, without saying a word. Foxy stepped up with a confused and worried expression.
"What is it?!" Foxy asked. Both gave him a shallow smile.
"Well..." Bonnie started but didn't finish. Chica got closer to the stage. Bonnie even was surpirsed by this.
"I say Foxy goes last..." Chica stated. Both Bonnie and Foxy turned to him. Both was worried. However Chica smiled. "Look, I'm not sure if a single one of us can beat him... But we have to try... We have the advantage..."
And with that Chica climbed on the stage.
"Good luck Chica!" Both of them cheers. Foxy folded his ears in worry.
"Think...Chica will be okay?" Foxy asked sorrowfully. Bonnie however did not answer.
Chica was walking to Blank in deep thought. He watched the battle with Toy Chica estimating Blank's strength. He could get a grasp of strong he was, so he knew a little bit of what he could and could not do.
Chica stopped and looked Blank who was eyeing him now. Chica grew nervous as he pondered on whether or not he could beat Blank just in strength. He started to shake when he knew the answer.
"So." Blank started. Chica put on fake smile, even when his eye was twitching from fear. "Same question... What is your odds of defeating me?"
Chica got into a stance, which he spreaded his legs out a lot. Like a somo, this made Chica like a wall. He thought of his answer... And how to beat Blank.
"I say odds are... 50-50." Chica answered. This time, Blank smiled.
"And how did you come up with that ratio...?" Blank answered. Chica couldn't tell if Blank was happy or not with his answer. However he could tell he was amused.
"Well... Of course if my plan fails, I'm bound to lose. So 50-50." Chica explained. Blank smiled and slowly put his arms flat and by his hip. A defensive fighting stance.
"Interesting..." Blank commented. Toy Bonnie finally walked up. He held his arm up to the sky.
"Time for the fourth MATCH!" Toy Bonnie announced. This time, the crowd grew quiet. Chica and Blank stared at one another. Chica was shaking, but he knew he had to try o win fast before Blank decides to win first. That was his odds, nothing more.
"On Three! One... TWO... THR-"
Suddenly Chica jumped at Blank fast. Chica grabbed Blank's arm and pushed him way past Toy Bonnie.
"START?!"
Chica pushed hard, however Blank only budged because Blank started to break concrete under his feet. Chica kept pushing Blank.
"This is your plan?" Blank taunted as he was dragged across the concrete. Suddenly, Blank punched Chica in the side of his head. But Blank was surprised when Chica just stops.
They stood there for a moment. Blank smiled and wondered why Chica stopped.
Chica looked up with a terrifying stare.
"I wouldn't try that again..." Chica growled. Blank's smile faded. Blank then rose his hand, and brought it down.
Chica then caught it! He then punched through his other side, between the arm and chest, and grabbed his other arm.
Blank just stared, well, blankly at Chica. Chica's expression was smiling.
However both of them stop. They heard cheering in the back ground.
"CHICA! YOU CAN DO IT!" Chica looked and saw both Foxy and Bonnie, cheering their hearts out.
Suddenly Chica felt no fear anymore. Not to Blank or any nightmare.
"So tell me.." Chica turned to Blank who spoke. His eyes seemed different to Chica somehow. It was soft.
"I know Bonnie... But I don't know the other fox there..." Blank turned to him. "What is he like?"
Chica smiled to this. It made him laugh. And he just kept on laughing.
"... Why do you laugh?"
Suddenly Chica gripped one arm tightly. He then let go fast and pulled his other arm into swing.
"BECAUSE OF THE ANSWER!" The punch exploded into a shockwave punch, but Chica didn't stop. He let go completely and he went into a slugfest. "I will NEVER GIVE UUUP!"
"No WAY!" Foxy awed.
Chica leveled off the slugfest with three punches, but Blank caught one and then another, and held it.
"Are you done?" Blank asked. However all over Blank's body was dents and marks. He was a little different now. Kinda battered.
Chica kinda shook again.
"Yes?...Good." Suddenly small steam hissed out of Blank's arms. Chica took two steps back from it.
"What's that-" Suddenly the two arms dropped hard, and smashed into the concrete. Sadly, being held by Blank's mighty grip, Chica's arm was forced downward.
"AAAAaahhhh! What is this?" Chica cried out as he pulled up and hard, but the arms was to heavy to get past his knees. Chica then noticed that Blank was walking around him.
"So... The 50-50 chance was not in your favor." Chica flinched when he figures out his plan.
"No WAIT-"
Blank then kicks Chica in the behind hard, sending Chica straight out of the ringwithout touching the ground, hitting the grass. Blank's arms, which let go of Chica a long time ago, fell to the middle of the stage
Everyone stood stunned. Noone moved, not even Toy Bonnie. It was Blank who looked at Toy Bonnie.
"Sir. The match is..."
Toy Bonnie rose his arm with a serious look.
"The fight is over! THE WINNER! BLANK!"
King Funtime Freddy was rolling around in his chair as he was in total glee.
"OH ho hi hi! Only Bonnie and Foxy left? That Blank sure is something else."
However what stunned everyone was when Chica got back suddenly on the stage. Toy Bonnie backed up mumbling.
"Chica um you-"
"Blank tell me..." Blank turned. For a moment Chica stared at Blank. It awed Chica, for Blank's eyes was what seemed to be so real, while the rest of his body is a robotic body. "... Did you figure out what I meant by the answer?"
Blank turned his head ever so slightly to the question. Blank then smiled. This stunned Chica too. For Blank seemed so calm.
"...My gut tells me so..." Blank looked right at Foxy. Suddenly he called out. "FOXY!"
Foxy jumped to this. Why was he calling his name? Foxy then frowned hard. Bonnie noticed that Foxy was going to get on stage, for his hand was on it already. Bonnie held out his arm. Foxy looked and saw his face. Bonnie slowly shook his head.
They didnt say anything, but Foxy understood. Blank was a inner nightmare Bonnie wished to face before himself. Foxy stepped back.
"I get it... I promise I'll win if you lose... I mean you can't use your guitar." Bonnie sweated to that.
"If I had my guitar, I would love to battle all day and night, but..." Bonnie looked at him. Blank was slowly inserting his arms. It hissed closed. Bonnie shook. "It... it wouldn't work!"
That was when Foxy's hand clapped on Bonnie's shoulder. Bonnie turned to Foxy. Foxy had a look that Bonnie never seen. Foxy had a very stern but determined look.
"I trust you... As much as you trust Blank..." This suddenly touched Bonnie. He didn't produce a tear, but his eyes sparkled. Bonnie then blinked, and hopped on stage.
"You go get him Bonnie! " Foxy called as Bonnie walked on stage. Bonnie then turned to Blank.
Blank was giving him a look of slight pride. But was there also slight hatred? Only Bonnie could see it.
Chica went up to Foxy finally rubbing the back of his head.
" Sorry bout that..." Chica mumbled before looking up with a shy smile. Foxy walked up and patted his arm.
"Don't worry about it. You really did a number on him. He's a little weaker now."
Chica looked down with sorrow still but he smiled.
"I guess so."
On the stage the area was a fog, or was that just in Bonnie's head? He stared at Blank. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
The nightmare rabbit tearing through his entire house!
... His brother in the monster's... Mouth...
Bonnie had stood there back in the past when the Nightmares attacked his home... feeling helpless.
But then there was a strong punch, smashing the nightmare rabbit.
The young Bonnie was at awe but was at complete lost. He had lost his family that day.
All that was left from that entire scene however
Was a blank.
