"No!" Vanessa screams, charging towards Chica, grabbing a rusted pipe as she closes the distance. Chica growls, remaining in front of the wounded child while prompting a frightening pose, standing on all fours and emitting a loud hiss. From the way she's behaving, Vanessa's a target, a threat and not a friend.

Vanessa didn't care. "Get away from him!" she angrily swings at Chica, hitting her on the side of the head. She sprawls towards Vanessa, knocking her onto the ground. Seething, she bashes Chica's head in with anger while avoiding the claws that niched her a couple times.

"We're coming Vanessa!" She hears Roxy yell from the other side, prompting Chica to focus on her incoming animatronics. Her eyes darken and she emits a growl. She grabs Vanessa, her claws cutting her in the side. Vanessa lets out a cry of pain before Chica flings her to a corner, approaching the others. She charges towards Monty.

"Bring it on!" He throws up his claws into fists. She pounces on him, leaping into Roxy and headbutting her stomach, knocking the wolf into Freddy. She grabs Monty and flings him back towards the entrance and leaps to grab Moon from the walls, who had tried to rescue the two humans, slamming him onto the ground as she toppled Tessa in the process.

Chica screeches in a different tone. Roxy rubs her head. "She has gotten stronger from before."

"Don't care if she's got the strength of King Kong, that chicken is toast!" Monty charges, getting kicked into a wall, imprinting a dent. "Gah! Not again!"

Vanessa rises from the pile of bots, holding her side and wincing in pain as blood leaks. Seeing the opportunity of the animatronics fighting Chica, she rushes to Gregory, choking back a sob away as she shakily checks him over. Blood at different speeds from different gashes. Vanessa rips off her shirt, leaving her in a t-shirt top as she carefully applies pressure. The blood seeps through the shirt and onto her hands. There's too much blood. It seems endless, she traces the source back to a deep bite wound on his shoulder. There's another one, on the side of his head, where a noticeable dent appeared.

Vanessa cries, frantically seeking for a pulse. "Gregory, wake up! Wake up!" Her screams prompted Chica's attention. She growls and dashes towards them, pushing against the others trying to hold her back with futile effort. She breaks free from their grasps and continues to pursue.

Through her tears, she sees Chica approaching, her own eyes redden with anger. She regains the rusted pipe as the distance closes, swinging to knock Chica onto the floor. She throws another hit for good measure.

"MONSTER!" she screams as she enforces another hit. And another. And another. One of them restrains her from another hit. It's Roxy. Monty takes the pipe. She's about to fight them when it takes her a second to realize the end of the fight situation.

Throwing herself on her knees, she wails, burying her head while pulling Gregory into her arms. "No, no! Please no! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cries, holding the child tighter.

Freddy glances from Roxy and Moon, to Tessa and Monty. They lowered their heads, unable to make eye contact. None of them couldn't speak, although he's certain a familiar question runs through all their heads.

What do they do now?

They were designed to be entertainers, to laugh at jokes, and relish in the laughter and thrills of children. Yes, they felt sadness and some level of empathy, but never to this extent. They weren't programmed to deal with situations such as this and each were troubled at the lack of action on their part.

That is, until Vanessa gasps mid-cry. "He has a pulse!" she kept her hand on the uninjured side of Gregory's neck, feeling a barely there movement beating. The tears continued. "He's still alive!"

"Then let's keep it that way." Freddy states. Freddy takes Gregory as Roxy takes Vanessa, too injured from her side to move far. Everyone rushes out of the area.

At the same time, Chica wakes up, unaware of what had taken place as her eyes are shifting from red back to her purple irises. "My head." She holds herself and complains, a bit weirded out by the scenery before her. Wasn't she just in Parts and Services?

She lets out a squawk, leaning up. "Gregory!" She calls, looking around. No, no!Where is he? She scrambles to her feet, feeling everything distorted as her processors gain leverage. She slowly walks out, two tiny steps at a time for it's all her ability is allowing. She needed it to make her way of the room to find her friend, hoping he was okay.

That's all she could focus on. That and with her systems running amuck, she processes nothing but that and one other question.

How did she get here?


The ambulance had already been called. And with the ambulance, came a couple officers onto the scene. Which meant a reason for the media to gain distance to try and get information. All this equals a frustrated Gabe to answer to the police and public whilst the ambulance departs with Gregory and Vanessa inside. Back within the PizzaPlex, hours have gone by and the animatronics are dispersed in different areas being surveyed by repair bots for necessary buffs and repairs.

Except for Freddy.

The bear sits on the last flight of stairs overlooking the utilities tunnel. His hands clasped together leaning on the area near his knees, allowing him a view of the number of scratches and dents.

"Freddy." Footsteps land on the tep behind him. "I thought you were getting patched in your greenroom? What are you doing down here?"

He gives no answer, still staring ahead into what seemed to be an endless hallway. He's going to respond to the female's constant pestering. Then she appears in front of him, a slightly older woman in a technician's uniform. It was not Vanessa, rather her replacement, which he let his thoughts wonder.

It has been six hours since the ambulance left with his friends inside. He could not bring himself to get patched up without an update. According to Gabe, Vanessa's been admitted with several stitches and under the care of a physiatrist. No news about Gregory.

"Come on Freddy, my shift ends in 30 minutes. I got to patch you up and put this place on lockdown before I end up getting stuck here. Not that I don't enjoy your company, but I got plans and Gabe is up my butt about ensuring all of you are ready for the meeting on Monday..." She continues to talk, he continues to ignore her, not wanting to engage in a conversation.

He can be repaired, with no indication of getting into any fights. Gabe, in his prideful ego, had talked about removing the memories removed from himself and the others. It isn't possible without doing damage – so it had been ruled out by the technicians. Still, the thought that that was a possibility isn't fair. Not when he knows that Vanessa and Gregory are going to have physical and mental scars from this, and Gregory, possibly a fear-stricken phobia for being around them.

How can anyone – human or machine – overcome such a traumatic occasion? Is it possible that more copies of this vicious virus are in all of them? Freddy didn't know if he'll be able to fully trust any of the animatronics, not even himself.

"Freddy."

"Hmm?"

"If you're not in your greenroom in ten minutes, I'm coming back down here and turning you off."

A sigh. "Fair enough." The technician leaves, her footsteps ascending back to the main floor. He leans further, listening to a sound – metal clanking in the distance. He knows it's Chica but the state of her mindset remains unknown. It takes longer than he had anticipated when she appears before his view. Her eyes were purple and she's groaning a bit, her head casing imprinted with rusted dents.

"Freddy?" she stops, seeing her friend on the other side of the hallway. She rushes towards him with the speed she'd been given. "Freddy! Oh my goodness, am I glad to see you." she grabs his hand with urgency. "Gregory, I can't find him, we need to look for him!"

"Chica –"

"Come on, I need your help! I can't remember how I got down here but I know who's responsible for this."

"Chica –" Chica's constant interruption frizzled out his last strand of patience. "CHICA, ENOUGH!" Freddy shouts at her. Freddy rarely yells and when he does, it is usually towards Monty. Sometimes towards Roxanne when she needs some self-confidence to go through that thick head. But her? He never yells at her.

She trembles at his sudden explosiveness. "Freddy – what?"

He snatches his hand away from her grip, eyeing her with anger. "You cannot lie your way out of this one."

Her mouth drops. "Lie? What are you talking about?" She shifts from foot to foot, wanting to move. "Look, whatever it is that is making you mad with me, can't we talk about it on the way? We have to find Gregory!"

"We already found him, Chica! He is in the hospital fighting for his life because he tried to save yours!"

"That's a lie!" Her mind rattles for memories. She couldn't have done what Freddy said she did. Her memory bank comes up short with it laughing. They're after a monster... "How dare you accuse me of such!"

"There is nothing to accuse Chica, you are responsible for this. You were hovering over him with his blood in your mouth. You tried to kill him!"

"I would never do anything to hurt Gregory! My programming is wack, yes, but I will not let anything try to hurt kids!"

"That has not stopped you before when you tried hurting that little girl!"

"YOU KNOW ME Freddy!" She shouts at him, feeling tears welling up. "It's me. I hadn't changed at all! Why are you believing everyone else over me? You know me, Freddy Fazbear! You know me!"

He stays silent for a moment. There's nothing scarier than having an angry Freddy staying silent before the final blow.

"No. No, I do not know you." He states. "I thought I did. I thought everyone was wrong for wanting to replace you instead of giving you a chance. I knew I would be putting on everyone's anger for holding on to a single link of hope, because there had been a chance for you to get better. I thought I could trust you."

"Freddy."

"That was my mistake."

She holds her hands over her mouth as she stares in disbelief. Inside everything is squeezing together to work to process the next thought, the next words. Springlocks coiling and the feeling of loose bots in her cavity. She would call it the counterpart of a humanlike heartbreak.

They will never look at you the same again. You deserve to lose everything.

"Freddy, please! You promised to be there for me! You're my best friend, please believe me!"

Freddy looked as if he wasn't trying to cry himself. He removes her hand from his shoulder. "I do not want to see you, ever again. I suggest you do not follow me." He walks up the stairs.

"Freddy! Wait, please! Freddy!"

"Goodbye Chica."

The door leading to Rockstar Row closes. Chica sinks onto her knees crying, holding her head as the wires had been poking her with electric shocks. A piece of glass remained stuck on her leg and she pulled it out, looking at herself with red substance over her mouth.

What have I done?

Useless weakling.

She could feel it trying to take control of her with the subtle shocks hurting her and stopping it temporarily. The damage renders her to take no other action than to cradle her head whilst she continues to cry.

A scoff. "I've seen better acting on Titanic."

Tessa. The animatronic tiger reveals herself smirking. "Aww, Is the poor baby chicken upset because her lover broke up with her?"

"Shut up!"

The smirk deepens. "Pathetic."

"Alright! Alright! You win!" Chica shouts angrily. "Is that what you needed to hear?"

"Hmmm, perhaps."

"Good, now leave me alone!"

"On second thought, I think I'll be good when I hear the scooper tear you limb from limb. Maybe they'll keep you turned on during that process."

Monster. Monster! They're scared of what you are and will destroy you. Pathetic weakling. Monster!

Tessa's taunting her. The voice in her processor is taunting her. Chica growls and covers her ears.

"BOTH OF YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She's screaming, her vision's growing foggier. In desperation, she looks at Tessa. "Please, let me leave this place. I want to die in peace. Please, please, please. You could show some mercy and grant me that."

Tessa raises an eyebrow and giggles. "This day just keeps getting better and better." She grabs Chica. "Come on you useless bot."

Chica's dragged through the undergrounds, fighting the shocking pokes in her head. After a while of being dragged, Tessa carelessly drops her at the loading deck. She glares at the tiger.

"Eww, you are so ugly looking. Vanessa really took a swing. Too bad she didn't completely destroy you right then and there. I mean, I would have if some lunatic robot bit into my kid's main blood vessel or crushed his skull to the point of his brain getting chewed like a piece of gum." Her smirks deepens at Chica shaking.

"No. No, no. There's no way I could have done that." Chica whispers.

"Oh well, there's always next time. Maybe. There you go, scrap metal. Go on to 'find your peace'." She laughs. "I'll give my condolences to Freddy and them, not that any of them are going to care that you died." She's shooing her. "Go on birdie. Fly with the wind." She adds, throwing her head back in laughter and leaving.

Chica continues to shake, finding her way onto her two feet. Once she does, the process of taking two tiny steps continues. She pushes the exit door, viewing a peek of the world before her. It smelt of nature and manmade construction. Her legs clanking against the pavement, she pushes further and further from the building, a few yards into the forest before she collapses in weariness.

In time for metal barricades to slowly descend to the ground. Her hearing damaged, she can still make out the Intercom's final statement from the place she once called home.

"Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols."


[A/N: There's officially 12 more chapters left of this book. A lot can happen in 12 chapters ;). See you next week!