(In Funtime Foxy's voice) "IT SEEMS YOU COULDN'T MAKE IT TO MY SHOW, SO I BROUGHT THE SHOW TO YOU!"
Hey all, it has been so long since I last uploaded a chapter. I have been working hard on this one, with periods of writer's block in between.
More 'Tales from the Pizzaplex' have come out and wow, the story series is hitting out of the park. . .so far. Loving the epilogues with the sinister endoskeleton, who is probably Afton, hunting down a bunch of Scooby Doo like stand-ins. Enjoyed 'Lally's Game' and 'Happs', (that middle story was tragic), but I really enjoyed Somniphobia's three stories, especially 'Pressure' that felt very bittersweet, no spoilers though.
Many thanks to both AugustFrost12 and Pbcchoirboy for your reviews, it means alot. Glad that you are enjoying the story Pbcchoirboy, we are still a significant distance away from the conclusion. Having the characters (regardless of whether you see them as animatronic or human) feel the cold and react to it creates a more immersive world. Pleased that you enjoyed Pennywise's reveal and Nightmarionne's further character development in the last chapter August; it was fun writing Pennywise in and integrating IT's lore into FNAF's. - there'll be more examples of this later on.
And yes, there will be more references to Security Breach in the future. ;-)
Many thanks as well to RandomFreddicaAddict for both following and favouriting this story; so pleased that you are enjoying it. :-)
Originally, this was a much bigger chapter, but due to how the story has developed, I have decided to split it into two to make for easier reading.
Apologies for any lingering grammar mistakes.
Chapter 65
Kitchen Death Spiral.
"Today is all about me me me!"
Funtime Chica from Ultimate Custom Night
Chica and Foxy were breathing hard, as they continued to leg it down the vent towards whatever destination lay ahead of them.
All the while, they could hear the not-so-distant metallic sounds of footsteps following them and they seemed to be getting steadily closer, step by step. There came the heavy footfalls of Blank, stomping forward with his large hammers, intent on committing nothing but utter destruction.
Then came the nonstop rolling commentary of Mister Hippo, speaking in a casual and yet detached tone of voice.
"Well, my friends, it seems that you are about to meet another painful demise, with metal being a perfect conductor for heat."
Yet above them both came the aggressive threats of Funtime Chica, despite her malfunctioning voice box.
"You c. . .a. . .n. . .n. . .t cannot hide f. . .r. . .o. . .m from us, not f. . .o. . .r for long!" Funtime Chica called out.
"Just keep running lassie, we'll soon be free of this dam maze!" Foxy yelled, keeping a firm hold on Chica's hand as the duo ran ever onward.
Chica glanced back and immediately wished that she hadn't, her green eyes widen in fear when she saw just how close their pursuers actually were.
They were now just a few yards away from them, close enough that she could make out them individually. Blank's roughed edged grey bulky body, Hippo's smart purple attire with his black top hat and of course Funtime Chica's battered and half melted white and pink clothing with a pair of vengeful looking purple eyes to match.
"I s. . .e. . .e see you b. . .i. . .c. . .h bitch!" Funtime Chica roared, despite the crackling static that disrupted the flow of her voice.
"You are m. . .i. . .n. . .e mine!"
Funtime Chica raised her sole remaining hand, her right, made a clenching motion and suddenly there came the creak of metal.
Foxy growled, seeing the surrounding metal lining of the vent bend inwards, compassing their ability to move forward.
"No, you don't harpie!" he snarled, mentally focusing on the encroaching walls and trying to push them back and he could feel the strain of force that pushed back against his efforts.
In soon became a vicious tug of war, as the metal was bent and twisted back and forth, never ceasing to groan as a result.
"CHICA THROW HER OFF, OR SHE'LL CRUSH US IN HERE!" Foxy yelled desperately, trying with all his mental might to push back Funtime Chica, he could feel her strength, throwing him back every attempt in an effort to claim supremacy. Chica, responding his cries tried to pull the same trick that Funtime Chica was doing, using her mental strength to pull the sides of the vent inward, directly in the path of Funtime Chica and her animatronic puppets.
It worked. . .partly.
The opposing walls were bent inward to such an extent that it blocked her enemies' advance, with Blank aggressively battering away at the blockade with his twin hammers. Hippo just peered through the gap; his blue eyes were ablaze with anger.
"Nice trick 'chickpea'," he muttered, with Chica giving him an expression of disgust with his use of that nickname. The warmth and affection that would accompany a nickname was absent; in fact, all elements of fun and excitement or even happiness that would be attached to Mister Hippo was vacant.
Mister Hippo was cold and empty, just a puppet on strings, as was Blank, made exclusively for the Nightmares' entertainment.
"Still," Hippo continued coldly, glaring straight at Chica.
"What you've done cannot delay your roasting."
He opens his mouth, revealing a lone flame at the back of his throat.
Chica's eyes widen with fear, she immediately knew what would happen next, she remembered since last time.
So, she did the next best thing, reacting instinctively.
Summoning an impressive array of strength, she threw her hammer with an over arm throw. The hammer, despite its weight flew like a bird and it slammed straight into Hippo's open mouth, just as he was about to open literal fire on her.
The impact of hammer resulted in Hippo's face being shattered, in fact it fragmented under the hammer's weight.
Hippo's head, the majority of it was knocked right off, leaving only the lower jaw in a 'working' condition.
The animatronic screamed, although with its voice box having been jostled from its holdings the sound was both static and a high pitch wail; with Hippo gripping his lower jaw with his hands as though he was in shock.
Chica smirked with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a series of knives on ropes burst through the gap and slashed Chica twice, one cutting against her right arm and the other striking against her lower left side, penetrating deep and immediately drawing blood.
"MMMMMM!" Chica hissed, clutching her side as intense pain flared up; she could feel the blood leak through her fingers.
"As b. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .d battered as I am," Funtime Chica gloated, whilst she stared through the gap at the injured Chica, having forcibly pushed Mister Hippo aside.
"If you d. . .e. . .s. . .t. . .o. . .r. . .y destroy this shell, there i. . .s is the actual me l. . .e. . .f. . .t left to defeat."
Suddenly, Funtime Chica reached through the gap with her one functioning arm and grab Chica by the throat.
"I'll be y. . .o. . .u. . .r your death Chica!" Funtime Chica shrieked, as Chica instinctively tried to pull the animatronic's mangled hand off her neck.
More whip knives slipped through the gap, aiming to stab Chica a dozen fold, but then the gap began to close quickly.
Quickly, Foxy's hook came down and slashed at Funtime Chica's arm, it didn't snap it off, but it caused considerable damage.
"You talk too much, you mechanical kraken of trash!" Foxy roared, bringing his hook down on Funtime Chica's arm.
The slash caused considerable damage, tearing off more plastic covering and penetrating to the endoskeleton endo joints beneath. Funtime Chica gritted in pain and maintained her angry glare, pulling her hand back and releasing Chica. Foxy using all of his mental strength fully closed the gap, sealing off Funtime Chica and her minions.
"Come on lassie," Foxy cried, grabbing hold of Chica's arm and pulling her along, towards the vent's exit point.
"How bad is it?" he asked with concern, glancing at Chica's wounds, in particular the one on her lower left side; blood was still flowing, despite having lessen.
"I'll be ok," Chica groaned, gritting her teeth, as she clutched her side, her hand was covered in blood as it smeared her clothes.
"No, you are not," Foxy noted, eyeing her wound, he tightened his grip on her and pulled Chica further through the vent towards the exit point.
Behind them came the screeching groan of metal, as a pair of strong hands prised the vents' walls apart, reopening the gap. Blank glared through the opening; his eyes were fixed in a menacing glare. He stepped through, reequipping himself with his spiked hammers.
A battered and angry Funtime Chica followed suit, along with a headless, but still functioning Mister Hippo.
Funtime Chica merely pointed with her half left arm at Foxy and Chica and emitted a garbled screech; pouring as much anger into it as her malfunctioning voice box could allow. Blank took off in a heartbeat, striding down the vent with a heavy series of footsteps, gripping his hammers tightly and wearing an insidious grin on his face.
Mister Hippo, despite being headless, also ran forward, with Funtime Chica moving aside to let him past. The hippo animatronic's heavy footfalls echoed off the vent's walls with a foreboding rhythm.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
Just as they reached the vent's exit, Chica forced herself to glance back. . .she wished she hadn't.
A hammer came flying through the air and Chica only narrowly avoided it by Foxy quickly pushing her aside, before he could duck himself. The hammer clipped his right shoulder, before continuing forward. Foxy let out a yelp of pain, instantly clutching his affected shoulder, feeling the pain rush through him.
The hammer in question slammed straight into what appeared to be an oven cooker at the far end of the kitchen; impacting it and becoming stuck in the newly formed tangle of metal.
"Foxy, are you ok?" Chica cried out, picking herself up and quickly rushing to his side.
"I'm fine lassie, just a bruise no more," Foxy replied through gritted teeth, still clutching his wounded shoulder, as he rose fully upright.
Quickly glancing around, the pair found themselves to be in a large kitchen of sorts, lined with ovens, overhead cookers, shelves, gas and electrical appliances and. . .was that. . .a garage compacter?
The appliance in question loomed large over the other kitchen appliances, its massive size seemed unnecessary and was a statement of its power to crush. . .well anything.
"Great a kitchen, if we're not in immediate danger, I would kill for a pizza right now," Chica muttered despondently, quickly taking in her surroundings.
"You yet may have it," Foxy retorted seriously, turning around to face their pursers.
Blank screamed a low pitch war cry as he swiftly emerged from the vent, welding the one hammer he retained, immediately striking at Foxy with a downward swing.
Foxy dogged to the side and struck out at Blank with his hook, tearing at the animatronic's face and inflicting a considerable scar that ran from Blank's ear to his mouth, exposing the endoskeleton face joints beneath. Blank's white eyes turned to face Foxy and narrowed with anger, as just as he performed another sweep attack with his hammer, aiming for Foxy's chest, but Foxy was one step ahead, jumping back, despite the cramped space of the kitchen.
Yet Blank got him with a punch to the shoulder, targeting the same shoulder his hammer had hit. Again, Foxy groaned in pain, feeling the agony resurface with a strong flare. Chica was in the mind to grab whatever she had and jam it right through Blank's head, but suddenly Mister Hippo emerged from the vent, and he immediately turned in her direction.
"It's time to burn chickpea," he said coldly, with a lone flame appearing just above his voice box.
Chica's eyes widen in both dread and what could possibly be described as amazement at the fact that the Hippo animatronic could see her despite being blind.
Call it a sixth sense if you will.
The lone flame suddenly burst into an arc of fire that flew from Mister Hippo towards Chica, she dived to the floor, crawling fast. Mister Hippo continued to pour literal raining fire in Chica's direction, adjusting his aim to her movements and keeping her pinned. Meanwhile, Funtime Chica finally made her entrance, emerging from the vent exit, staggering as she did.
Her purple eyes burned brightly with determination, despite her burned and mangled form.
A scene of chaos greeted her, although it was one that the Nightmare within her relished.
Blank was going after Foxy with a rage compared to that of a ravenous beast, whilst Mister Hippo was pouring hot naked flame in all directions where he thought Chica to be. Both Chica and Foxy were becoming hemmed in by the various kitchen appliances stationed throughout the room. Cookers, ovens, shelves, power stations for the kitchen's various machinery and at the back of it all was the trash compacter, ideally placed as the Nightmare within Funtime Chica intended.
Nightmare Bonnie could only smile with joy as events neared their calculated end; mentally commanding the battered lips of Funtime Chica to curve upwards to form a grin of satisfaction.
"Like moths drawn to a flame," she chuckled, mentally commanding her animatronic host to unlock her chest compartment and unleash her horde of knife whips.
Between the two Fazbears, Nightmare Bonnie had to conclude that Foxy was the more dangerous opponent, so she turned her whip knives on him, serving to add to his misery.
Foxy only caught eye of them as he dogged another hammer swing from Blank. The resulting strength driven swing battered several shelves aside like bowling pins.
Foxy could only jump back, avoiding the worst of Funtime Chica's whip knives, apart from one or two which got close enough to cut him on his right hip and left leg.
"I am surprised that you're still in this fight, despite looking like literal mangled trash, even a kraken from the depths of Davy Jones's locker would reject devouring you," he snarled venomously.
Funtime Chica retained an ominous glare, despite raising an eyebrow at Foxy's words.
"I was n. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r never out to b. . .e. . .g. . .i. . .n begin with, the h. . .u. . .n. . .t hunt doesn't end u. . .n. . .t. . .i. . .l until the hunter has its p. . .r. . .e. . .y prey!" she replied coldly, but the anger was evident.
Suddenly, she rushed forward, despite the poor state of her legs and leapt onto the top of one of the many cookers, creating a metallic clang. Now having gained an advantage in height, Funtime Chica used her whip knives to strike in almost all directions from on high. Foxy immediately found himself forced to fight on two fronts, keeping an out for Blank's hammer blows, whilst equally on constant alert for Funtime Chica's knife whips which came from above like thunder blots, as dramatic as that might sound.
"Are you feeling the heat chickpea?" Mister Hippo asked vengefully, walking between the aisles of kitchen hardware, whilst Chica desperately crawled forward on her hands and knees. The physical motion of moving made the wound from her lower left side ache each time and she struggled to supress the urge to groan in pain.
Hearing sounds of Chica moving across the floor, Mister Hippo immediately turned in her direction and blast out another wave of fire. The resulting flames scorned the surrounding metallic kitchen appliances. Chica tried to muffle her fear induced cries, only avoiding the worst of the heat as she desperately hugged the floor.
"A cooked bird is a dead bird," Mister Hippo muttered scornfully, gripping one of the many metallic tables, picking it up and throwing it in Chica's general direction.
The table flew over Chica's head, impacting the kitchen's far wall with a deafening clang.
"Come out little bird," Mister Hippo called, there was a menacing quality to his voice, despite maintaining an almost casual tone.
Chica ignored him and continued to crawl forward, desperate to find some means to seize control of the situation.
The gaping wound in her lower left wound continually ached painfully with a stabbing like sensation rippling across her body.
"I wish I had kept my hammer dammit!" she mentally groaned, scolding herself for her earlier action of literally throwing it at the Hippo animatronic.
Yet, he could not see, he didn't even have his ears, those being attached to his now detached head. Chica glanced back to see Mister Hippo walking between the aisles, turning his headless gaze in all directions.
"Given the immense noise that Foxy and the others are creating I am surprised that he can hear anything," Chica mentally noted, watching the Hippo animatronic turn his head in her direction, before looking elsewhere.
"He is waiting for me to make a noise," Chica mentally remarked, noting the Hippo animatronic's cautious attitude, with him taking small steps and quickly looking in the direction of any sound that was created by the unfolding chaos.
"If I am quiet enough, then perhaps I can get the drop on him and send him to the scrapheap," Chica mentally considered, turning her gaze forward whilst she eyed the far end of the aisle she was steadily crawling down.
However, she wasn't being careful enough for when she stretched herself, she put too much strain on the muscles around her side wound. The sudden intense stab of pain that rushed up her side caused her to instinctive twitch, resulting in one of her legs hitting one of the many metallic kitchen appliances.
It created a metallic clang and Mister Hippo instantly picked up on it, swiftly turning in her direction.
Despite, having no face, let alone head, Chica could sense Mister Hippo's cold yet joyous smile.
"There you are little bird!" he called out cheerfully and immediately there appeared a lone open flame on top of his voice box.
"It's barbecue time!"
"SHIT!" Chica screamed, throwing all efforts to remain quiet to the four winds as she picked herself up and ran. Her side wound screamed in agony with the constant motion of moving, but she ignored it as best she could.
Mister Hippo projected a large fire wave towards Chica, with her running for the end of the aisle and a means to doge the incoming flames.
In her chaotic vision, she spotted something which stood out amongst the sliver coloured metal of various kitchen appliances. It was black and appeared to have wrecked one of the nearby oven cookers.
It looked sturdy and spiked. . .it was a hammer.
Blank's hammer. . .
Mister Hippo's flames chased Chica, she could feel the intense heat on her back, gripping the back of her legs, her shoulders and hair, no doubt the latter was on fire already.
The pain it was like an enveloping wave, but Chica pushed it to one side as she ran head long.
Her eyes were on the hammer, a destructive idea immediately took hold in Chica's mind as she reached out for it.
Anger flared through her, fuelled by the agony brought on by the flames, she could feel them licking away at her skin.
Pulling the hammer out of the mangled wreck of the kitchen cooker, Chica dived to the side, hugging the floor and quickly crawling away to hide behind another kitchen applicant.
The flames passed her by, the scorning heat warmed up the surrounding metallic kitchen applications and Chica had to kept moving to escape the consuming heat.
Eventually though, the waves of open flames finally abated, followed by the heavy footfalls of Mister Hippo.
"Are you feeling the heat Chickpea?" he asked sinisterly, walking forward towards what he assumed to be Chica's location.
Chica sighed, clutching her shoulders, feeling the heat that rose off her skin, it felt raw and sticky. Suffice to say her whole back hurt like hell, it was agony, the slight pressure created by resting against the smooth metal was causing pain to flare up across the whole length and width of her back.
"It hurts so much," she groaned audibly, immediately hearing the heavy footfalls of Mister Hippo, as he instantly turned in her direction.
Chica deliberately pushed herself further against the cool metallic surface of the kitchen applicant, increasing the pain and making her cry out.
It only further served to make Mister Hippo step closer towards, eager to partake in her apparent suffering.
"You poor little bird, did I burn your wings off?" he asked eagerly, the ravenous excitement in his voice sent a shiver up Chica's spine, but she barely registered it amidst the ongoing waves of pain.
She gripped the hammer tightly, readying herself for what would follow.
Given the level of pain she was in, she probably only had one shot as Mister Hippo might recover before she could get another chance.
"Let me put you of your misery Chica," Mister Hippo muttered, gripping the metallic table top, as he turned the corner at the end of the aisle where she was hiding.
"I guess," Chica mumbled weakly, putting extra effort into sounding hopeless.
Chica looked up at the towering purple hippo animatronic, if he had any eyes, he would be pleased to see the half burned, bleeding and tired figure seemingly cowering in his presence. Although the broad bulky body of Minster Hippo with his voice box acting as his head looked menacing enough without his eyes.
That being said though, if he had any eyes, he would have seen the hammer in Chica's hands.
"But first, Mister Hippo," Chica said cautiously, changing her tone to sound more menacing.
"Let me put you out of your misery instead."
Mister Hippo, despite lacking eyebrows to raise, looked perplexed by the suggestion with his raised shoulders.
"What?" he asked confusingly.
BANG!
He didn't get an answer, as Chica swung her newly acquired hammer right into his chest with all of her might. The force was more than strong enough to knock Mister Hippo back a few steps, he staggered, and Chica stepped up her efforts. She rammed the hammer's end into the animatronic's chest, forcing to him to fall back against one of the surrounding oven cookers.
"YOU LITTLE HARPY BITCH!" Mister Hippo roared, igniting the lone flame on the top of his voice box again, ready to fire.
"Shut up," Chica muttered angrily, quickly bringing the hammer down on Mister Hippo's head. The heavy blow crushed the animatronic's exposed voice box, forcing his lower jaw to break off, with the impact of the hammer traveling onto in his chest from above, cracking the shiny purple plastic shell.
"Ahhh. . .raaaa!" came a series of broken words and glitching sounds from the remains of Mister Hippo's crushed voice box.
Chica kept going though, blow after fierce blow, swing after unrelating swing, smashing the body of her animatronic foe into pieces, limb by limb, joint, by joint, wire by wire, no matter how small any part of the animatronic seemed.
Mister Hippo had probably officially been destroyed about twenty swings ago. It was probably before Chica had literally cracked his entire chest open and served his waist from his legs, but all she could feel in the moment was rage. . .unquenchable red hot rage.
Staring down at the broken body of Mister Hippo, Chica felt an array of emotions, relief, anger, hatred and the slowly decreasing sense of fear.
She held the hammer by her side, feeling exhaustion crept over her body. It pulled her into its embrace as her muscles ached, amidst the constant flare ups of pain that came from her scarred and burnt back, the raw feeling remained.
Suddenly, there was movement off to her right, she turned, but saw noth-
SMACK!
A hard force impacted her in the centre of her back, immediately the raw feeling turned into a large stinging sensation.
Chica cried out in pain, staggering forward, almost dropping the hammer in the process.
"Nice ruse C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a Chica, you really got to b. . .a. . .s. . .h bash up Mister Hippo g. . .o. . . o. . .d good," Funtime Chica said in mocking congratulatory tone, as she sidestepped around the wounded Fazbear.
Chica with angry in her eyes, swung round despite the pain she was feeling and swung the hammer, aiming for Funtime Chica's head.
CLANG!
The hammer contacted sharply with Funtime Chica's remaining hand, her mangled fingers tightly gripping the hammer's head, pushing back. Her purple amethyst eyes burned with equal anger and her exposed endoskeleton teeth revealed through her cracked beak amplified the animatronic's killer vibes.
Her battered chest plates opened up, revealing her whip knives.
"How a. . .b. . .o. . .u. . .t about I have a g. . o go?" she asked coldly, with no intention of receiving an answer.
Chica expected to be stabbed or slashed instantly, but instead Funtime Chica's whip knives quickly wrapped themselves around Chica's arms and legs like chains.
Suddenly, they tighten around her limbs and Chica was lifted up off the floor. She still retained her hold on her hammer, but she was heavily restricted in her ability to move.
"Tsk tsk, l. . o. . .o. . .k look at you C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a Chica, all scared and b. . .u. . .r. . .n. . .e. . .d burned," Funtime Chica muttered, speaking coldly, despite her malfunctioning voice box.
"You a. . .r. . .e are practically trash."
Her purple eyes now seemed to be looking away from Chica, towards something behind her.
What she said next though, sent a chill up Chica's spine.
"And like all pieces of t. . .r. . .a. . .s. . .h trash, you must be d. . .i. . .s. . .p. . .o. . .s. . .e. . .d disposed of properly!"
Chica's eyes immediately widen, she knew what her corrupted counterpart was referring to. . .
The trash compactor that was situated at the far end of the kitchen.
Having Funtime Chica quickly stride over towards it only further cemented her fears.
"Let's see i. . .f if I can do a b. . e. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r better job than you did w. . .i. . .t. . .h with Mister Hippo?" Funtime Chica said curiously, seeing to be voicing her or rather the Nightmare's thoughts.
Chica fought back, well she tried to, but the iron grip of Funtime Chica's whip knives around her limbs was too tough for her to overcome. Yet she kept on trying to weaken the whips' hold on her arms and limbs.
"FOXY!" Chica screamed.
Foxy, who had been fighting Blank to a standstill had noticed the sudden absence of Funtime Chica's knife whips, but the close proximity of Blank, with his single remaining hammer held his attention. Chica's terrified yell immediately caught Foxy's attention and instinctively he turned her direction to see Chica tied up like a captive; and being carried off by Funtime Chica towards the trash compactor. The intended outcome that Funtime Chica held was obvious to Foxy, feeling rage and fear build within him.
A mechanical growl from Blank, alerting Foxy to imminent danger. The Fazbear turned back, only to see a hammer being swung at him by Blank, Foxy ducked, a second too late and it would have taken his head off.
Blank advanced and kicked Foxy in the stomach. . . hard.
The humanoid face bore an angry scowl at the Fox's persistent ability to avoid the worst of his attacks.
Blank swung again in a wide but low arc, aiming to hit Foxy whilst he was down. Yet the act left his front exposed and Foxy exploited the opportunity by leaping forward, slamming into Blank's chest with enough force to knock the bulky animatronic over.
The pair fell to the floor and Foxy drove his hook hard into Blank's mouth, aiming for his voicebox and the wires and joints which connected his jaw to his head.
With a vicious slash, Foxy's hook tore apart the steel joints connecting Blank's jaw to his head, separating it. The grey coloured animatronic roared with what could only be perceived to be pain.
Yet Foxy severely damaged Blank's voicebox with his hook, pulling it out of alignment, before withdrawing his hook hand.
Blank, still possessing one of his hammers, brought it up to smack Foxy aside, but the Fazbear merely put all of his weight onto that arm, pining it in place.
"You're nothing without your hammer matey," Foxy growled, glaring killer daggers at Blank.
Suddenly, a sturdy hand grabbed his throat, Blank's other arm.
Using immense strength which matched his build, Blank tore Foxy off him, throwing the Fazbear aside with him impacting into the surrounding kitchen hardware.
Foxy felt several pangs of pain upon impact, but he quickly pushed the sensation aside as Blank rose up off the floor, still gripping his hammer.
With his now dislocated jaw, Blank looked particularly unhinged as he lunged forward at Foxy, swinging his hammer fast. Foxy tried to duck, but Blank noticed this and changed his direction of attack in mid swing, changing from the side to coming down on top.
And Foxy couldn't dodge it.
The hammer slammed into his left shoulder and there was a sickening crack, Foxy screamed.
He clutched his left shoulder, feeling the agony surge down his whole hook arm.
Blank grinned, looking mightily pleased with himself as he clutched his hammer tightly.
Yet in that moment, he dropped his guard and Foxy leapt at him, aiming to tear him limb from limb.
From where he was standing, Foxy could see Funtime Chica closing in on the trash compactor with a struggling, but ultimately restrained Chica in tow.
It was all or nothing. . .
"Mmmm, you k. . .n. . .o. . .w know Chica, I am not meant to a. . .c. . .t. . .u. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y actually kill you," Funtime Chica mused eagerly, turning to face the Fazbear.
"Vincent's o. . .r. . d. . .e. . .r. . .s orders my dear, but you h. . .a. . .v. . .e have been an irritating pain l. . .a. . .t .. .e. . .l. . .y lately."
Funtime Chica's blue eyes narrowed in anger at Chica, as the latter still fought to free herself from the binds created by the Funtime's knife whips.
"Manning you should sufficient me, it won't kill you, but it will seriously hurt, more than the pain you are feeling right now," Funtime Chica uttered, taking the last few steps before reaching the trash compactor.
The full realisation of what was intended for her only made Chica fight back harder, with growing panic in her eyes.
Funtime Chica pressed the on button for the machine and it quickly began to hum with its front cover plates opening up to reveal a considerable squarish space inside.
"Do you w. . .a. . .n. . .t want to lose an arm or a leg C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a Chica, I'll give you the choice, r. . .e. . .f. . .u. . .s. . .e refuse and I'll choose for you," Funtime demanded in a tone of thinly veiled excitement.
Chica refused to answer, trying desperately to swing her hammer which he was still holding onto at Funtime Chica's sole reaming arm. The arm that was clenched tightly around her throat.
Noting the lack of an answer, Funtime Chica's arm increased the pressure on Chica's windpipe.
"Just like Toy B. . .o. . .n. . .n. . .i. . .e Bonnie, when I gave her the c. . .h. . .o. . .i. . .c. . .e choice of who she would a. . .l. . .l. . .o. . .w allow to die back at that c. . .r. . .u. . .m. . .b. . .l. . .i. . .n. . .g crumbling factory, be it Toy Chica or T. . .o. . .y Toy Freddy; she refused o. . .u. . .t. . .r. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t outright."
Funtime Chica glared at Chica with an angry stare, but it seemed like she was. . .disappointed.
"That's the p. . .r. . .o. . .b. . .l. . .e. . .m problem with you Fazbears, despite your b. . .l. . .u. .. s. . .t. . .e. . .r bluster of going through hard t. . .i. . .m. . .e. . .s times, you could never make the u. . .l. . .t. . .i. . .m. . .a. . .t. . .e ultimate sacrifice, be it a life or a m. . .e. . .a. . . s. . .l. . .y measly limb should such a m. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t moment ever arrive," Funtime Chica muttered dismissively.
"You wouldn't either you coward, I know you enough Nightmare, you would never sacrifice yourself to save your 'family'," Chica shot back through gritted teeth.
Funtime Chica raised her eyebrows and shrugged her battered shoulders before saying confidently.
"T. . .h. . .a. . .n. . .k. . .f. . .u. . .l. . .l. . .y thankfully in my case, life and d. . .e. . .a. . .t. . .h death situations are a r. . .a. . .r. . .i. . .t. . .y rarity for me and u. . .n. . .l. . .i. . .k. . .e unlike you, I have a s. . .t. . .r. . .o. . .n. . .g. . .e. . .r stronger endurance."
"Besides, I am d. . .o. . .n. . .e done with a lack of a. . .n. . .s. . .w. . .e. . .r. . .s answers, so you'll l. . .o. . .s. . .e lose both an a. . .r. . .m arm and a leg i. . .n. . .s. . .t. . .e. . .a. . .d instead."
And with those words Funtime Chica thrusted Chica through the trash compactor doors, holding her afloat in the perfect position into which she would get at least half of her body crushed when the inner walls inevitably closed in.
Despite her mangled form, Funtime Chica smiled, pulling her shattered mouth plates into a twisted grin; whilst she reached for the 'on' button located on the control panel of the trash compactor.
CLICK!
Suddenly, a humming sound began to chime out, followed by mechanical wiring and the hard bulky snap of gears shifting. Chica's panic went into override, the name 'trash compactor' created images of garbage; be it organic or non-degradable being broken up and violently forced together into a compressed mass of which no part could be identified independently of each other.
It wasn't meant to be survivable. . .
In her desperation, Chica gripped the opening plates of the trash compactor chamber and tried to pull herself out, but Funtime Chica's knife whips kept a tight hold on her respective limbs and forced her back, all the while gripping Chica's throat via the Funtime's sole functioning arm, despite its mangled state.
Then. . .both the opposing walls, the far wall, the ceiling and the floor of the trash compactor's inner chamber began to move towards each other at a steady motion. All four walls were being pulled inwards by a series of interlocking gears and pistons.
"It will h. . .u. . .r. . .t hurt Chica, I won't d. . .e. . .n. . .y deny you that t. . .r. . .u. . .t. . .h truth," Funtime Chica muttered slowly, keeping a dark expression, watching as Chica's terror mounted.
Chica knew that if she could just think clearly for a moment, then she might be able to conjure up something to use in her escape; or better yet destroy Funtime Chica and her Nightmare puppeteer.
But she couldn't, she was too paralysed with fear to think clearly and each passing second brought the spectre of death ever closer and made her fear climb to higher heights.
"Do not f. . .r. . .e. . .t fret Chica, it will a. . .l . . .l all be over s. . .o. . .o. . .n soon," Funtime Chica said coolly, her tone thinly veiling her sadistic urges, as her purple eyes widen in anticipation.
"Soon, you will l. . .o. . .o. . .k look just like m-"
BANG!
There was a loud clatter right behind Funtime Chica, followed by discorded mechanical wiring.
The Funtime animatronic turned to look back and a shocking sight met her eyes.
It was Blank, minus his head, twitching uncontrolledly as he lay on the floor.
"What, how?" Funtime Chica questioned, staring at the sight before her.
There was sudden movement off to her right, her eyes turned and. . .
Foxy leapt at her, hook raised with a murderous rage burning in his eyes and his mouth open in a murderous expression, like a genuine fox pouncing on hunted prey.
The pair collided, with Foxy rapidly 'hugging' himself around Funtime Chica and within an instant he jammed his hook into the Funtime Chica's neck, attacking the connecting joints.
The Funtime animatronic screeched in annoyance, but with her sole arm and knife whips holding Chica in place in the trash compactor there wasn't much she could do.
Unless. . .
At the Funtime's command, several of the knife whips untied themselves around Chica's body, releasing themselves to be used against Foxy a mere instance later.
The knife whips slashed at Foxy, particularly at his shoulders, arms and legs. Because his chest covered by Funtime Chica and the ever increasing confided space of the trash compactor, as the walls closed in. The knife whips didn't have much space to manoeuvre in.
It was then that Foxy revealed his secret weapon.
Raising it above high, he brought down Blank's hammer on the Funtime Chica's neck, aiming for the joints that connected her managed head to her dilapidated body.
There was metallic fracturing sound as the hammer blow penetrated the shoulders plates guarding the Funtime animatronic's neck, causing them to both buckle and shatter upon impact.
Funtime Chica shrieked in pain and annoyance, her purple eyes going wide as the realisation of what Foxy was trying to achieve dawned on her.
"I SHOULD HAVE SKINED YOU ALIVE FIRST!" she roared, her broken words not diminishing her anger.
"It is a good thing you didn't you kraken!" Foxy hissed, raising his hammer for another blow.
Funtime Chica released her hand from Chica's neck and punched Foxy in the face in an effort to knock him off.
It didn't work, not that Foxy didn't suffer from the pain, but Funtime Chica quickly switched targets and reached out with her sole functioning arm to grab hold of the handle of Foxy's hammer, stopping his downward swing in mid motion.
Chica meanwhile was focused on making her escape, looking in desperation for anything that could help her.
It was then that she noticed again the shifting gears that were situated around the trash compactor's inner chamber that were pulling the surrounding walls in.
Quickly looking back at the remaining whip knives which were stilled wrapped around her waist and arms an idea formed in Chica's mind.
The reduced number of knife whips made it easier for her to break free, twisting and straining to break the iron grip of her imprisonment; but in the end she loosened their hold enough to slip free her arms and then tear away the knife whips coiled around her waist. She still kept a good hold of her hammer, grippingly it tightly.
Chcia dropped down to the floor. Landing unsteadily on her feet and feeling an intense flash of pain rippling up from her lower left side. She hissed, gritting her teeth and allowing the wave to pass, unfortunately Funtime Chica's noticed her escape.
"NO!" she shrieked, directing her remaining knife whips to both grab and slash Chica. One wrapped itself again around Chica's left arm, the one holding the hammer. It immediately felt more constricting than before. Chica could feel the mounting pressure being put on the bone.
It quickly became too much, and she instinctively dropped the hammer, it hit the floor with a heavy thud.
One whip knife meanwhile slashed at her right arm, craving a deep cut along its length; blood immediately began to pool from the wound, running across Chica's skin like many small streams.
Funtime Chica's whip knives came at Chica again, only to stop because in that exact same moment Foxy successfully brought his hammer down on Funtime Chica's neck and this time he was able to inflict significant damage.
A sizeable portion of the Funtime animatronic's neck joints were severed from the main body, causing the Funtime animatronic to start twitching and jerking uncontrollably; with her purple eyes glitching on and off, as her systems registered multiple power failures causing the body to seize up.
It was in that moment as well that Chica acted on her plan.
Grabbing hold of the now directionless whip knives that were just lingering in the air; Chica forcibly jammed as many of them as she could into the bottom set of gears that was pulling the far wall of the trash compactor forward.
There was a deep unsettling rumble, like the machine was becoming clogged, but it only lasted for a moment.
The gears clicked and resumed working as normally, only now they dragged the whips further in, steadily building tension in the ropes as its elasticity was reduced. The impact of such action shortly became known to all, when the ropes became tight.
Funtime Chica was suddenly pulled forward, as was Foxy. The duo being dragged into the shirking space of the trash compactor. Although Foxy jumped off and mostly remained half in and half out, while Funtime Chica was locked into a life and death struggle.
"Let's see how much you can endure!" Chica hissed harshly at her Funtime equivalent, who gave her a hateful stare in return.
Then Funtime Chica screamed, be it in anger or even fear, as the whip knives pulled tighter, becoming more and more sucked into the trash compactor's chamber. It soon turned into a one sided tug of war as Funtime Chica was steadily drawn towards her incoming demise. The speed of events went so fast that Funtime Chica didn't have enough to grab the outside plate door with her sole functioning hand to keep herself anchored.
Within the ever increasing space, Chica dived to the side, as Funtime Chica was pulled inward.
"CHICA, GRAB MY HAND!" Foxy roared, reaching out with his non hook hand, as he leaned over the distressed Funtime animatronic to reach Chica.
Chica forcibly shoved Funtime Chica to the side to make sufficient space for her to squeeze by; not that there was much with the walls quickly closing in.
Once she got a good enough angle, Chica kicked Funtime Chica in the back of both her legs, making her stumble further forward; before turning in Foxy's direction.
She reached out and grasped his hand tightly and he dragged her forward; whilst she grasped at the walls to pull herself ahead, towards an opening that was disappearing fast.
"COME ON!" Foxy yelled, trying to pull Chica out as fast as possible.
"JUST KEEP PULLING M-"
"N. . .O NO!"
Suddenly, a mangled hand forcibly grabbed hold of Chica by the shoulder and pulled her back sharply.
Leaning over her shoulder was a very vengeful Funtime Chica, despite her heavily battered appearance.
"If I am g. . .o. . .i. . .n. . .g going down, you're c. . .o. . .m. . .i. . .n. . .g coming with m. . .e me Chica!" she growled, the hatred being clear to hear regardless of the heavy mechanical overtones her voice carried.
Then the Funtime Chica wrapped her arm around Chica's throat, putting her in a chokehold and continued to drag her backwards; being helped immensely by the strong pull of the trash compactor's gears in which her knife whips had become entangled into.
"Take a g. . .o. . .o. . .d good look at F. . .o. . .x. . .y Foxy," Funtime Chica whispered coldly into Chica's ear.
"It'll be t. . .h. . .e last time y. . .o. . .u you ever see h. . .i. . .m him."
"No, but it will be yours," Chica muttered defiantly.
She then sharply elbowed Funtime Chica in the face, making the animatronic grunt in pain and loosen her grip on Chica's neck.
Foxy at the same time pulled Chica forward again and she made progress, only for Funtime Chica to grab her again. This time she grasped hold of Chica by the legs; and she fell forward onto a floor that was rapidly approaching the ceiling, turning the narrowing space into a crammed metallic tunnel.
Chica crawled forward, whilst kicking back against Funtime Chica's stranglehold on her legs, but without being able to see in that direction she was effectively kicking blind.
Foxy using his hook hand, grabbed hold of the sole remaining hammer and jammed it into the shirking space between the two opposing inner walls to buy Chica more time.
There was a grinding sound as the walls stopped moving towards each other. It grew louder and there came additional loud metallic groans as the machine struggled to comply with its given command and the obstacle it now faced.
So, it resorted to keep pushing, straining its inner mechanisms and creating high pitched whines, whilst the pressure built up.
It had brought them all extra time, but it had the unfortunate consequences of stopping Funtime Chica's drag into oblivion.
Meanwhile, Chica flipped onto her back, ignoring the sudden rush of pain that crept from the wound on her lower left side.
Looking directly ahead, she could see Funtime Chica's mangled melted face that was permanently fixed in a bloodlust scowl; gripping so tightly onto the Fazbear's legs that her skin was white.
Funtime Chica pulled Chica back towards her with her functioning right arm, whilst battering away her kicks with her battered stump of her left arm.
"Come c. . . l. . .o. . .s. . .e. . .r closer," Funtime Chica hissed aggressively.
"Let us s. . .m. . .i. . .l. . .e smile together C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a Chica!"
"NO!" Chica screamed, repeatedly kicking away at the Funtime animatronic in either her chest or arm, but ultimately aiming for her face.
On a few occasions she did manage to score a well placed hit that caused the animatronic to glitch out for a few seconds. Chica used those precious seconds to dislodge herself from the animatronic's grip.
Meanwhile, the high pitch whine from inside the trash compactor's inner walls grew, followed by the drawn out mechanical groans of gears shifting wildly and somethings unseen snapping from the built up pressure.
"You can't have her you mechanical kraken!" Foxy snarled aggressively.
"And whichever Nightmare you are, you're a coward for hiding behind an animatronic shell."
Funtime Chica looked at Foxy directly for a second, giving him an intimating glare.
Her battered, now barely functioning chest plates opened up and a lone knife whip emerged. Funtime Chica gripped it with her sole remaining arm, broke it off its whip and held it at a downward angle. . .with the intention to stab.
"I'll s. . .h. . .o. . .w show you who is a real c. . .o. . .w. . .a. . .r. . .d coward," Funtime Chica declared venomously through her malfunctioning voice box.
"Here I am in death's v. . .i. . .c. . .e vice, whilst you linger o. . . u. . . t. . .s. . .i. . .d. . .e outside while your b. . .e. . .l. . .o. . .v. . .e. . .d beloved Chica is in here w. . .i. . .t. . .h with me."
Foxy ignored her snide comment, it was an obivious ruse to make him act rash.
With Funtime Chica briefly occupied, Chica quickly scrambled back towards Foxy, with the latter pulling her back towards the entryway.
Yet Funtime Chica was finished, as she suddenly launched herself forward, using her knees due to the cramped space and landed firmly onto top of Chica, pinning her underneath her animatronic body.
Using her body as deadweight, Funtime Chica with a deranged smile, raised her knife up above Chica's face, clearly aiming for her eye.
The knife came down, but Foxy intervened, grabbing hold of Funtime Chica's head with his normal hand, banishing it against the inner wall and parrying her knife with his hook hand.
Yet Funtime Chica was not giving up, screeching loudly which hurt Foxy's ears. She broke her knife arm free of his hook arm and slashed at his other arm. It resulted in Foxy having a long gash down the length of his arm from blood began to pool out of.
"You can b. . .l. . .e. . .e. . .d bleed, so therefore y. . .o. . .u you can d. . .i. . .e die!" Funtime Chica shrieked, now evidently deep in the grip of bloodlust.
Foxy launched himself at Funtime Chica, thus leaning deeper into the trash compactor. Yet by doing so he was able to grab Funtime Chica by the neck, grasping at the remaining metallic cords and connected her head to her chest. Chica looked up at the battle raging right before her eyes, in the gaps between the two figures of Foxy and Funtime Chica she could see the hammer which Foxy had placed to hold the inner walls back.
Amidst the maelstrom of sounds from the machine and everything else, she could see cracks forming across the spine of the hammer, from end to end. Chica's eyes widen in a dreaded realisation that it was breaking under the pressure and when it broke the walls would immediately slam shut.
All three of them would be crushed instantly.
Chica looked ahead, towards the far wall, with its gears clogged with Funtime Chica's whip knives.
"If only we can get her away from us," Chica stressfully groaned mentally.
Then looking down at the floor, right before Chica was her old hammer.
There was too little space to swing the hammer effectively, but. . .
Chica quickly glanced up at the ongoing battle between Foxy and Funtime Chica.
Equally due to the cramped space available, the Funtime animatronic could not use her whip knifes (if she had any left at this point) so all of her strength rested on her sole functioning arm. Chica reached for the hammer, painfully conscious of the cracking sound of Foxy's hammer above her as it buckled under the pressure enveloping it from both sides.
She gripped the hammer tightly with both hands and pointed it towards Funtime Chica's arm.
Foxy meanwhile had just landed a well placed hook strike against Funtime Chica ripping out one of her eyes, it dangled out of her eye socket, connected only by a few coloured wires.
Yet Funtime Chica with her knife, slashed hard against Foxy's neck, causing blood to spill and Foxy yelp in pain.
Sensing an opportunity, Funtime Chica reached forward, aiming to inflict another strike, but then. . .
THUD!
A heavy weight impacted her in the arm, right at the elbow joint.
Immediately, looking down in alarm, Funtime Chica saw an angry Chica, ramming the head of her hammer forward with such force that she pinned the animatronic's arm against the side wall.
The cracking sounds from Foxy's hammer overhead grew louder.
"FOXY NOW, BREAK HER ARM OFF!" Chica screamed desperately.
Foxy instantly understood, ignoring the pain emitted from his neck as he reached forward with hook and tore frantically at the elbow joint with Chica pushing the head of her hammer as far as she could.
Funtime Chica's amethyst eyes had widened in panic, she knew what they were trying to do, but she couldn't use her whip knives.
CRACK!
Two large cracks appeared across the entire length of Foxy's hammer, quickly spreading and breaking its cohesion.
Foxy brought his hook down for another swipe, grabbing hold of Funtime Chica's immobilised hand and pulled back hard.
SNAP!
There was a metallic crack, as Funtime Chica's broke off and the pressure was released.
Foxy fell back slightly, now holding onto the detached arm of Funtime Chica and Chica dropped her hammer. Funtime Chica stumbled back a bit, but Chica had one more card up her sleeve to play. With a now armless Funtime Chica still practically leaning over her, Chica leaned back, quickly brought up her legs and delivered a powerful kick into the centre of Funtime Chica's mangled chest plates.
The kick was more than enough to send the Funtime animatronic reeling, falling backwards herself and sliding further down the cramped tunnel towards the far wall.
"FOXY, PULL ME OUT NOW!"
Quickly, Foxy reached in, grabbed hold of Chica tightly by the shoulders, whilst she instantly gripped her hammer again. Foxy started to pull Chica out, when his hammer that was situated above them finally snapped in half and the walls closed in.
"FOXY!" Chica screamed.
Foxy with all of his might yanked Chica out of the entryway, but the walls closed in on her feet. They soon both became trapped, logged in the entryway. The mechanical pressure became immediately apparent, and Chica let out a blood curdling scream, feeling some of the bones in her feet crack.
Foxy quickly laid Chica down on the floor and grabbed the trash compactor's front plate doors, kept a few inches apart from each other by Chica's feet being wedged into between them.
Ignoring Chica' heart wrenching screams, Foxy summoned all of his strength in trying to pry the heavy doors apart. It brought on a heavy strain to his muscles, merely to push the doors back and the machine fought back against him, straining its gears to complete its task.
As Foxy struggled, pushed on by Chica's cries of agony, he could see the outcome of the fight with Funtime Chica being carried out within the machine.
Funtime Chica, now armless was being thoroughly compressed with her mangled white and pink plates breaking apart, it was like she was shredding her skin. The Funtime animatronic's cracked faceplates were in the process of shattering, revealing more of her endo face underneath. Her back was also breaking under the weight of the gears situated behind her, steadily grinding her up into a pile of trash.
The Funtime animatronic looked directly ahead at Foxy with her one working purple eye; her expression now unreadable with the amount of irreversible damage she was receiving.
Her smashed in chest plates creaked open, but barely by a few inches due to the extremely limited space. Despite, the narrow opening, Foxy could see nothing but darkness inside the Funtime animatronic's chest captivity.
Then, a sharp claw emerged out of the darkness, seemingly reaching for something that was non-existent.
Two bright blue purplish eyes loomed out of the darkness, looking directly at Foxy and he knew immediately the eyes' owner.
Nightmare Bonnie. . .
Despite, not showing any facial expression of her own, Nightmare Bonnie's eyes glowed an aura of hatred and rage.
Yet, all of that negative emotion was wasted on Foxy, the Nightmare was trapped and if she had any sense, she knew it; she was just expressing her 'displeasure' at the situation to put it lightly.
Foxy gritted his teeth and strained himself to push the trash compactor doors further apart, with Chica painfully pulling her semi crushed feet out of the enlarged opening.
A relieved, but agonised sign from Chica signalled to Foxy that she was completely freed.
He took one last look at Nightmare Bonnie; she still had one claw out, grasping at nothing but air, as her blue purple eyes burned brightly with utter hatred.
Foxy let go of the plate doors, they immediately slammed shut with a defining metallic clang, concluding the crushing of Funtime Chica and that of her puppeteer Nightmare Bonnie.
As far as Foxy could see, there was no way that the Nightmare could have escaped; despite this whole environment being a crazy lucid dream.
Chica's heavy breathing alerted Foxy, he glanced down at her.
"It is over," Chica whispered, feeling all of the adrenaline fade away and the pain return in stronger waves.
"It's finally over, thank God."
Foxy kneeled down beside her and gently took hold of her hand.
Immediately Chica reached up and grabbed hold of Foxy, pulling him down into a bear hug, as Chica instantly buried her head into Foxy's chest.
A sob escaped Chica's mouth as the emotional turmoil of the past few minutes all washed over her. The terror, the panic, the close brush with death, all of it created a well of emotions that she could not contain.
"Oh god!" Chica cried, hugging Foxy tighter.
"That was far too close!"
"I know Chica," Foxy lamented, feeling both relief and panic overcome him.
"I am sorry I didn't reach you sooner, before that Nightmare bitch shoved you into that a literal death trap!"
"No Foxy," Chica argued back, amidst her sobs.
"Please don't blame yourself, we took on three animatronic, plus a Nightmare, so it was always going to be a struggle."
Chica stared at the closed plate doors of the trash compactor with wide eyes, mentally reliving the hell she had just narrowly escaped from.
The constant ache from her battered feet served as an entrenched reminder and she would not forget it.
"The point is we are here Foxy, alive and that there is one more less Nightmare in the world now."
"It was Nightmare Bonnie," Foxy added quietly, resting his head on Chica's shoulder.
"I saw her purple bluish eyes, she was possessing Funtime Chica and seemed to be literally inside the animatronic, like she was wearing it as an actual suit."
Foxy then pulled Chica into a tighter hug, which she evidently found reassuring as she pressed herself against him.
"Do you feel like you can possibly stand lassie?" Foxy asked quietly, Chica could easily read the concern in his voice.
"I feel like complete crap, so no," she muttered, sounding exhausted by the ordeal.
"My back hurts like hell and my feet are screaming with such. . .
Chica closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, before reopening them.
"It hurts so much; I feel like I cannot move and the wound from my lower left side is. . ."
She gritted her teeth and breathed out again before speaking.
"My whole body is in agony and that's all from taking out two animatronics, out of thirty."
"To say it looks like an uphill struggle is an understatement to say the least."
In response to her sullen demeanour Foxy hugged her tighter.
"We've got through it though, relatively intact-"
"My feet would say otherwise," Chica cut in, groaning as she did.
"You're a tough bird Chica," Foxy replied coolly, his words making Chica laugh slightly, temporarily supressing the pain.
"Still, I can help you move," Foxy offered warmly.
"Please do, I need it," Chica said gratefully as she started to rise with Foxy's assistance.
"Other than that, I can still fight ok, if I just ignore the immense pain from my burned back."
Foxy put his arms underneath her armpits, lifting her upwards and providing much needed stability when it came to standing on her own two feet.
Chica hissed loudly when she started to apply pressure to her feet. Every time she did it, pain immediately rushed through her feet from her toes to her ankles.
"Ok, here is what we'll do, I'll carry you over my back," Foxy said firmly.
"I can walk with your support," Chica argued defiantly.
"Yeah, but you can't run even with my help," Foxy countered back factually.
He pulled Chica round to his front, turned her round so she was facing him.
Seeing her surprised expression, regardless of the many cuts her face held humoured Foxy and he couldn't help but smile a little.
Then he quickly slung her over his shoulder, before holding onto her back with his non-hook arm, pinning her in place.
"Ok, now we can move," Foxy declared heartily, laughing triumphantly as he straightened out his back before standing to his full height.
"Plus, you can spot if anyone tires to sneak up behind us."
Chica, who had to adjust her angle to look forward despite looking backwards wasn't so amused.
"I really can't move my arms at this angle you sneaky fox!" she cried with minor annoyance, trying to swing her hammer arm around with some difficulty.
Foxy mockingly groaned and shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine, I guess I can help you stand when we need to fight, you can still lucid dream right?"
"When I am not panicking like I was earlier yes," Chica replied determinedly, but there was an element of sadness in her words, a feeling of disappointment with herself for not being able to use her newly found skills when the need was dire.
"Well, let's do our upmost to avoid those situations," Foxy remarked with an equal willingness, stepping over the now motionless and headless body of Blank.
Then Foxy began to run towards the open vent entryway at the opposing end of the kitchen, with Chica finding herself staring headlong back at the closed plate doors of the trash compactor.
Her earlier brush with death echoed in her mind's eye.
It had been too close, even though by all accounts she and Foxy had actually defeated/killed a Nightmare and her animatronics puppets. She just hoped that when next time came, it wouldn't be as difficult and judging by the faint echoes of battle came from beyond the entry vent, next time wasn't very far away.
As Foxy dashed into the vent, the thumping sounds of his feet created a deep metallic echo that rang throughout the vent.
Chica kept staring at the closed plate doors of the trash compactor which were now rapidly becoming distant with each step Foxy took. There was no blood leaking out from any visible gaps, no bodily fluids of any kind; no lingering indication the vicious death struggle that had taken place only minutes prior.
Just a stony silence that hang heavily in the air, along with the decapitated body of Blank and the wrecked body of Mister Hippo.
Chica felt many things, relief and shock at surviving, happiness and dread at what was come upon re-joining the others. Her facial expression was one of determination marred with uneasiness. As the kitchen became evermore distant, Chica forcibly shoved her worrisome thoughts to the far reaches of her mind.
She reached out with her free hand, focusing on the opposing sides of the vent and she mentally pulled them together, creating a blockade and removing the kitchen from her field of vision.
Out of sight and out of mind as they say. . .
Chica kept at it; all the while Foxy continued running. He didn't need to look back, he knew what Chica was doing. The sounds of battle became louder with every step Foxy took. Horrific cries and screams, both organic and electronic, with heavy thuds and metallic whining adding to the chorus of disorder.
Then the end of the vent came into view. The bright light from the central room emitted from the entryway, making it appeared enterally, almost holy.
Seeing the exit, further drove Foxy, he increased his speed, going into an all-out spirit.
Both Foxy and Chica could feel a growing anticipation of returning to the others and a concern for how everyone else was coping with Vincent's and the Nightmares' machinations.
The sounds from earlier turned into an unholy chorus of hellish noise and Foxy burst out of the vent. . .and straight into a hellscape of complete savagery.
I took inspiration from the trash compactor scene in Security Breach between Gregory and Glamrock Chica. It felt right to put Foxy and Chica in that position. Obviously, this was a Foxy/Chica centred chapter and as I said previously, this chapter was bigger, but due to size constraints it made sense to split it in half.
As for Nightmare Bonnie, if she truly is dead, then a quick death would have been a mercy for the likes of her.
Thank you for reading so far and please review, I appreciate your thoughts.
