Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.
"It's all my fault," Ophelia sobbed into her hands. "I should have gone with them."
After Ophelia revealed that Kat and Chica were taken, Foxy sprang into action. He quickly rounded up his crew and got them back to the ship in time to see Springtrap's ship disappear over the horizon.
Bonnie went below deck to his room, angry at Springtrap for taking Kat and Chica. He couldn't be mad at Ophelia for leaving them alone, he couldn't bring himself to. Freddy went with to support his friend.
Tasked with consoling the guilty blonde, Mike patted the blonde on the shoulder. "He would've taken you too," He pointed out. "Then we wouldn't have known where you went."
"It's all my fault!" Ophelia cried again, oblivious to Mike's attempts to comfort her. "I'm the oldest, I should've protected them."
"Lass!" Foxy finally snapped in frustration. "Crying isn't going te help get them back."
"Oh, stuff it!" Ophelia shouted through her tears. "Kat's my sister, she's my only family, and I let her get taken away. Chica's my friend and she's gone." She sniffled as she set her stare on Foxy. "I told you it'd be bad when he found us."
"We will find them," Foxy told her in assurance. "Do you think he went to find te treasure?"
"Is the sky blue?" Ophelia muttered sarcastically through her hands.
Foxy chose to ignore that quip. "But I have te map."
"Springtrap will probably have Kat draw it from memory." Ophelia's brown eyes widened. "Oh, I hope for her sake she gets it right." She noticed the odd looks she was getting. "You guys don't understand, one mistake or if she tries taking them somewhere else, it won't be pretty." She was starting to babble. "She must have it right; she's looked over that map for so long."
"Ophelia," Mike started slowly, his tone laced in worry.
"What if he kills them?" A sob escaped from Ophelia's throat. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Foxy groaned, he knew Ophelia wasn't good under pressure, but he never imagined he would see her like this. "Mike, take her te her bed," he carefully made sure to not say 'the girls' room'.
Mike nodded, carefully leading Ophelia below deck. Foxy went to the wheel and looked up at the stars starting to appear. He didn't know too much about using the stars to find his way as much as he knew the names of them, but he knew enough.
"Captain?" Freddy walked up.
"How's Bonnie doing?" Foxy inquired curiously.
"Not too well," Freddy admitted. "He's a mess." He sighed softly and looked up at the stars that were starting to come out.
Foxy nodded sadly. "I feel the same," he admitted. "But I can't focus without a clear mind." However, he felt empty inside.
"We'll find them," Freddy said assumingly.
"I hope so, especially for Ophelia's sanity."
The brunet nodded in agreement.
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Kat carefully sketched out a rough drawing of the map in the binnacle. She glanced briefly at Nedd watching her from the corner.
Nedd smirked in malice when he caught her eyes. "You know you missed me," he taunted.
Fearfully, Kat went back to drawing. She knew she had to get it right or her and Chica would be hurt; she couldn't afford to make a single mistake.
In her peripheral vision, she could see her watcher move towards her, causing her to stiffen up. She could feel him looking over her shoulder, his breath hot on her cheek.
"You got this?" He asked, squinting at the drawing.
Kat nodded numbly. She received a mocking pat on the shoulder.
"Good." Nedd's smirk dropped. "Listen, we've lost so much valuable time because you got taken, don't mess this up."
"Nedd, that's enough." A voice boomed.
Kat's eyes widened nervously; Springtrap was here.
"Let's see what you got," Springtrap decided. He strolled over and snatched the map up. "You sure this is right?" He inquired as he peered at the map and tilting it.
As if you could tell. Kat thought. She nodded in response; she knew better than to speak. He was looking for any reason to go off.
"Good girl." Springtrap mocked. He shoved the drawn-out map back in her hands. "Get back to work."
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"Even less to work with here," Chica muttered to herself. The cupboards were close to bare but there was plenty if rum and whiskey, as if that helped anything.
"What did you say?" Balloon Boy snapped.
"Nothing!" Chica exclaimed quickly. She chopped up some carrots.
"Vegetables again?" Balloon Boy whined. "I'm sick of it. Well, that and fish."
"I'm sorry, that's all there is." The blonde apologized.
"Wait here," the male ordered. He stormed to the door. "I'm going to talk to the captain."
Chica heard the door slam and lock. She sighed, setting the knife down. She went over to the porthole and looked out to the sea.
"Foxy, please hurry," she whispered.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
