Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.
Chica jumped greatly when the door slammed. She twisted around to see Kat leaning against the door. Her face was red as her hair, which was a mess, and she was slightly panting.
"Kat?" The blonde inquired in worry. She had never seen her friend look so scared since the day Springtrap had captured them; what was worst was that Kat looked like she was going to start crying.
With a shake of her head, the redhead motioned for her to be quiet and come over. She kneeled on the floor to peek under the door.
"What are you doing?" Chica asked. "Is something wrong?" She watched her friend use her feet to push herself up against the door.
Instead of answering, Kat patted the spot next to her on the floor. She couldn't remember the last time she moved that fast.
A knock at the door startled the two women. Kat knew Foxy didn't want her talking to Chica, too bad for him.
"Lass, open teh door," Foxy's voice boomed through the door. The knob started to jiggle; he had probably stuck his hook in the knob. "As captain of this ship, I order you teh open teh door."
Kat let out a squeal and grabbed the knob. She gazed around the room and saw a barrel of food just within her reach; she reached for the barrel.
"What did you do to her?" Chica demanded, she saw where Kat was reaching. Unsure of why she was doing it, she dragged the barrel over to her. "She looks like she's seen a ghost." She watched as Kat pushed the barrel in front of the door.
"I didn't do nothing!" The captain sounded offended at such a thought. "We just want teh talk teh her."
Kat shook her head furiously and went over to Chica. She stared at the door, waiting to see if her idea worked. To her delight, the door didn't open.
"What is going on?" The blonde started to look concerned. "Maybe I should get Phie." She headed towards the door.
"No!" The redhead lunged for her friend. She ended up unintentionally tackling her to the floor resulting in a loud thud.
"Kat, I'm worried about you!" Chica exclaimed, rubbing her chin where she hit the floor. She could see the outline of two pair of feet outside the door. "Has being on the sea for this long gotten to you?"
The redhead crawled over to the door to peek under. When she saw Foxy and Bonnie still outside, she put her finger to her lips.
"You're worrying me." The blonde stated, her violet eyes widening. "You haven't looked this startled since Captain Springtrap caught us."
Without a word, the redhead strolled over to the table where the vegetables were. She picked up a knife and started chopping an onion.
Chica took that as her cue. She went to the meat she had been preparing and picked up where she left off. She heard Kat sniffling and assumed it was because of the onion.
Every once in a while, Kat would peek through the keyhole or under the door. Given the look of mild irritation, Chica knew that meant they weren't alone.
"Kat?" She would gently say.
The result would be a shake of Kat's head. She wiped away tears, tears that Chica saw weren't regular tears from onion gasses.
"Kat?" Chica grabbed her friend's hand to stop the knife. "Why are you crying?
"The onion," Kat attempted weakly.
"No, it's not," Chica said firmly. She took the knife out of the redhead's hand and set it down. "Tell me what's wrong."
Kat's bottom lip trembled before she collapsed into Chica's arms, alarming the blonde into almost falling over.
"What?" The blonde questioned. "What happened?" She gently pulled the younger girl onto the floor.
Kat cried into the blonde's shoulder. Her nose was starting to run, and she was breathing in such a way that Chica was concerned that she was going to get sick.
"Kat, I can't help unless you tell me." The blonde started stroking Kat's hair, a technique that usually calmed her down.
Kat mumbled into Chica's shoulder, her shaky breaths overpowering her speech. She wasn't making any sense to her friend's dismay.
"You're going to make yourself sick," the blonde told her.
"What are you guys doing?" A loud voice cut through the door. Ophelia. "We heard you shouting."
Uh oh. Chica thought as she looked down at Kat.
"Ophelia…" Foxy welcomed awkwardly. "We were just—"
"Just what? Where's Kat?"
"Inside."
The handle jiggled. "Why's the door locked?"
"Well…" Bonnie's voice trailed off.
"What did you do?" Ophelia was starting to sound angry. The girls could practically see her face turning red.
"Ophelia—" Freddy started to say.
"No, move!" Something started to clink in the knob. "Kat? Chica?" She paused. "Get back!"
Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door.
"More." Ophelia ordered, getting frustrated. "They're not going to open the door with you here."
A few seconds went by.
"Keep going." She stopped trying the doorknob. "Don't even think about trying to rush in." Her voice took a much gentle tone. "You can open the door now."
Kat and Chica shared a look. Were the guys really going to stay back?
Chica dared to move the barrel, unlocked the door and carefully opened it. When she saw only Ophelia standing in the hall, she opened the door wider.
The moment her sister was through, Kat scampered over and locked the door. She heard Foxy cursing from down the hall.
"Now, what's going on?" Ophelia asked. She rubbed her temples. "I heard those two shouting. Freddy and I came up to find the door locked and my little sister crying."
"Sit down, I'm not sure myself," Chica admitted.
A/N: I'm dedicating this chapter to my grandma. She sadly passed away yesterday, today would've been her 70th birthday.