We're back guys!

So I'm gonna try to fit a lot of humor into this chapter, mainly between Foxy and Freddy, and YAY! THERE'S ACTUALLY GONNA BE A CHAPTER WITH ADVENTURE AND HUMOR IN IT!

This'll be interesting.

As the rest of the team argued Bonnie decided what he would do. With all of his courage he addressed his friends.

"Guys?" They all looked at him, filling him with more uneasiness. Bonnie felt as though he would vomit at any minute.

"What is it lad? Ye gonna apologize?" Foxy crossed his arms expectantly.

"Don't be so rude! You know this is affecting him more than us! What is it Bonnie?" Chica was usually first to defend Bonnie. He was her best friend, after all.

"W-Well...y'know how I was angry earlier? I...did something I shouldn't have..." The room filled with silence. Bonnie sometimes over-exaggerated the things he did, but he sounded much more uneasy and worried now, like he expected them to disown him for this.

"Well?" Freddy prepared for the worst, as did the rest of the team.

"...I told the force everything...they should be here any minute now..." Just as Bonnie finished his sentence, the team heard the undeniable sound of the engines of the force aircraft in the distance. They were royally screwed, they knew, but there was no way they were going down without a fight.

"Everyone out!" Freddy opened the door to the safehouse and pulled out the team, leaving every bit of tech behind including the tablet on which they saw the videos. The aircraft travelled quickly and was already upon them.

'Surrender yourselves. We are permitted to use dangerous force for your capture.'

"EVERY MAN FER 'IMSELF!" Foxy ran while dodging enemy fire, creating a distraction and allowing Freddy and Chica to make a break for it. Freddy dove into some overgrown bushes that were consuming the city, and Chica ran to take cover behind a skyscraper, shooting a smoke bomb where she had been and throwing some rocks to her right so the force would think that was where she went.

Bonnie was too dazed to comprehend the meaning of 'run.' Freddy was right. How could that have been them killing those people? It just didn't make sense. He thought he was a monster because he killed innocent people, but in reality it was because he sold out his friends when he couldn't control his emotions. As members of the force approached him he didn't put up a fight. After what he did he deserved to be locked up, or endure whatever would happen to him. When commanded he held out his wrists and the cuffs were slapped on. He was led into the aircraft.

Freddy swore when he saw what had happened, and knew Bonnie would be kicking himself for this later. He also knew that he couldn't stay where he was, but he was surrounded. There seemed to be nowhere he could go. Just then, he felt some sort of supernatural pull. Did the force have a magical with them? No...it wasn't pulling him towards the officers, but to the ground. He tried to resist but it was no use. He fell and felt his fist land on something metal.

Confused, he looked and saw it was a circular shape and had two holes in it, one across from the other and both on the edges of the circle. It seemed to be covering something. Freddy removed it as quietly as possible and saw some sort of hole in the ground. It was his only chance. He lowered himself onto a rusty ladder and slid the lid back over the hole, taking out a flashlight. He always had a flashlight on him just in case.

It took a few seconds for Freddy to realize that he had been holding his breath this whole time. He breathed out and then breathed in the stench of the place, created by trapped methane gas. He tried not to wretch as he climbed down the ladder and into some murky water. This did it, there went his lunch. Luckily, there seemed to be walkways on each end of the sewer and Freddy took to one. He'd certainly rather this than capture, and prepared himself for the journey ahead.

Chica knew she had to stay as far ahead as possible from the force, not only to prevent them from grabbing her, but so that she could take advantage of her marksmanship. The skyscrapers in front of her made a mostly hidden path, but the force was gaining on her, ordered to search the area. Chica couldn't run forever, and she certainly wasn't the fastest, but would never give up. As she ran she noticed a dark figure of a bear who seemed to be deep in thought.

"It's the bear! Get him!" Someone yelled. All of the officers that had been gaining on Chica ran to where the figure was, and he looked up, seeming to be annoyed. Chica took this opportunity to sprint ahead towards a treeline in the distance. She kept glancing back at the figure who seemed to disintegrate before her. Some sort of magical she guessed, but from the ashes she saw two large wings appear and a much smaller version of the bear. It launched itself off of the ground and started flying to a different treeline that Chica was aiming for, one to the East.

Well, that was confusing. Among thoughts of what the heck just happened in Chica's head was the urge to keep running, so she did, right into the treeline. The officers wouldn't search this far, she knew, but she also needed to think of what to do next. She wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, lost in thought.

Foxy was too fast for the force and was getting far ahead. Thinking he was in the clear, Foxy began walking and laughing off the situation. Just then, he heard revving of a relatively new technology for the force; motorcycles. There were a few approaching him and Foxy considered his options. Was he going to run away screaming like a little girl with his arms waving around as he got run over, or was he going to highjack one of those badass things and start a high speed chase? Foxy grinned. The answer was obvious.

Foxy began running away screaming like a little girl with his arms waving in the air. An officer approached, thinking this would be an easy catch. The force members on motorcycles didn't carry guns because they already couldn't shoot worth a damn and they just caused more casualties among the officers. His hand was held out, reaching for Foxy's arm. The driver was ready to drag him across the ground, but just then Foxy turned around, batting his eyes.

"Hey there good lookin'!" Foxy had a surprisingly good hooker impression. While the officer was stunned Foxy grabbed one of the handlebars of the motorcycle and lifted himself up, kicking the guy in the side and off of the motorcycle. Foxy didn't bother taking the helmet. Who needs one of those? He learned how to drive one of these just in case and knew he had a hard enough head to keep himself safe anyways. He always took hard-headedness as a compliment. He revved the engine and he was off, with the officers chasing him.

Foxy

"Stop! That is force property! Pull over!" The leading officer screamed at Foxy. In response, Foxy stood on the seat of the motorcycle with his hand and hook still on the handlebars and shook his pirate ass right at them. He was going just fast enough so that the others couldn't catch him, but just slow enough so that they wouldn't lose him. This was just to piss them off even more.

Foxy noticed one officer who seemed larger than the others, and took this opportunity for an insult. "Ey, isn't there a weight limit on these things? Yer gonna break it!"

The officer didn't take too kindly to this and sped up. He was soon next to Foxy, who was sitting again and going the same speed.

"YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY MAKING FUN OF MY WEIGHT DO YOU?!" the officer took off his helmet revealing he was a light brown, almost orange bear, and he was scowling. He meant for himself to look menacing, but his chubby face just made Foxy burst into laughter. "WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?!"

"Even yer face is fat! Oh me god I thought it may have been muscle but nope! Ahahahaha!" The bear scowled and drove his motorcycle towards Foxy's, trying to run him off the road. Foxy increased his speed at the last minute and pulled forward.

"Oi! If ye land on me yer fat ass will kill me!"

"That's the pla-HEY!" He was in hot pursuit of Foxy, but his weight did slow the motorcycle down.

"What's yer name anyways? Maybe ye at least 'ave a cool name!"

"Teddy, and don't you ever forget it!" Foxy was silent. Only for a few seconds of course, but silent. He then started to giggle. "WH-WHAT?!"

"Teddy? As in Teddy bear?" Foxy snickered.

"Don't. You. Dare." But Teddy, or Ted for short, was too late. He should have just said Ted, he figured, then maybe the fox wouldn't be laughing himself to death right now. Foxy wiped a laughter-induced tear away from his eye and looked at Ted.

"Thanks fer th' laugh, I needed that. I won't ferget yer name, don't ye worry, but I gotta fly now!" Foxy drove his motorcycle over a short cliff and into some shrubs that led into a forest. The force followed him, but were not as fast and couldn't dodge the trees as effectively. Ted even got stuck between two trees, and screamed profanity at the fox as he got away.

Foxy was making his way towards the city to see if he could asses the damage to the team. He hit a strange bump but didn't think much of it. Just when he thought he was in the clear, something grabbed him from behind and took him off of his motorcycle. Foxy panicked and flung around his arms and legs, trying to scratch the eyes out of his attacker. Whatever it was grunted and fell over, pulling the fox to the ground with it.

The two of them rolled over and over on the forest floor and Foxy believed that he was fighting for his life. He punched his attacker in the nose and was met by an unexpected sound.

Chica

Chica was alone in the forest and it was dawning on her that she really had nowhere to go. She had spent all of her known life with her team either training or looking for tech, and had never questioned her position. There was so much more to the world but she hadn't bothered to look. What if she had gotten an education? Would she have been something else? Maybe a doctor? Would she have settled down and had a family? She could have quit the force and done all this, but she had never thought of it. Sure it wasn't too late to do these things but it was getting that way. Chica just wished that she had thought of this sooner.

There was a rustling in a nearby bush, and Chica got her slingshot and a flash grenade cupcake ready. If this was a group of robbers she didn't have the muscle to take them down and would have to run, but she was surprised when two foals rolled down to her feet. They looked up at her in confusion and Chica put away her weapon.

"Hey there, don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Is there a village around here?" The team kept some cash on them just in case something went wrong and they needed it, but they really didn't pack much and this made Chica worried."

"Yeah miss! But we're not supposed to talk to strangers so you'll have to find it!" Before Chica could respond the foals had run into the forest and expertly hidden themselves. Chica heard them giggling but didn't want to look like a creeper, so she went off in search of the village.

It was night by this time and hard to see in the forest, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself so Chica didn't use her flashlight. Every rustle in the bushes made her jump, but she would not give in to her fear, so she thought about the kids she saw. Their parents were probably worried sick. She expected them to have snuck out late or stayed out past sundown. Chica felt slightly ashamed of herself that she didn't ask them about why they were out here, but she was sure they'd be fine.

Suddenly, there was a thump and a scream from where she left the kids. Chica pelted back and saw that one foal was lying on the ground holding his leg with the other foal, a girl, kneeling over him telling him how much trouble they would be in if he didn't shut up.

"Are you okay?! What happened?!" Chica examined the damage. The bone was definitely broken.

"Do I look okay?! I fell out of a tree! There!" The poor foal couldn't think of much to say through his pain and his friend was crying at this point and couldn't answer.

"Listen, hold still. I can help." Chica detached the cupcase from her belt and placed it on the floor. When she opened it the two children looked at her with confused expressions.

"This will get rid of the pain, ok? You need to eat it." Chica handed the foal one of her tiny cupcakes. Usually he would turn his nose up at anything from a stranger, but he was in too much pain to say no. He gulped down the cupcake and it worked almost immediately, numbing the pain to a considerable degree.

"I need you to hold perfectly still for me. This might hurt." The foal braced himself as Chica drew a cupcake back in her slingshot and aimed it at the broken leg. She fired and the icing was absorbed by his skin and started repairing the bone. The child squirmed and whimpered as it happened but after a final snap his leg was healed. He got up almost immediately but a little shakily.

"Gee! Thank you miss! Are you a magical?"

"Oh no, little one. It's the cupcakes that heal people, I just know the recipes." The expressions on the foals' faces changed from a look of awe to something more hopeful. "What's that look for?"

It was the female foal's turn to talk. "Well miss there...there are a lot of sick people in our village...our parents are sick too. Really really sick." Chica's heart sank. She couldn't imagine if one of her teammates got extremely sick, and it would be worse for the parents of a child.

"What would you like me to do?"

"They won't accept you into the village right away, but if we told the elders that we found someone who could heal animals in the woods, maybe they'd want to welcome you so you could help?" Chica wanted to help, she really did, but she had to make sure of something first. She opened her cupcase and saw there were twenty-eight healing cupcakes left. If she could get the ingredients to make more then this task really shouldn't be a problem for her.

"I'll help you, but do you have mormaseweed around here?" Mormaseweed was the key ingredient to the healing cupcakes. The other ingredients could easily be found in a forest like this, heck, she had passed some on her way here, but she had to be sure of the mormaseweed.

"Yeah, we have that, a lot of it grows by the waterfall. People tried to use it as a cure for awhile but it was too strong and caused more harm than good. By the way, my name's Ricky," said the boy foal, "and that's Amanda." the girl foal waved, and Chica waved back. "We'll get stuff set up! There's a cave behind the waterfall that we put some of our stuff in. If you wait there, we'll come talk to you later, okay?"

Chica nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes to help." Maybe this is what she was meant to do. She heard the crashing of the waterfall in the distance and headed towards the sound and the foals ran to their village. She would gather the ingredients to make as many cupcakes as she needed, and everything would work out fine.

Freddy

Freddy hadn't been in the sewer for a long time but he needed to get out. The constant vomiting and coughing wasn't making him any stronger. He weakly shined his flashlight down a passage of the sewer to see some rats that had set up some L. , a common source of light in the future when someone was in a flammable place. One was even playing a small harmonica, but all of them seemed to be wearing something on their faces. Some sort of masks he guessed, but why?

When the light shined on them, the rats hissed and scurried away. Freddy rolled his eyes. Some people just needed to get out more. He felt like lecturing them but knew it wouldn't be a good idea. This wasn't the place nor the time to be giving lectures on the joy of sunlight and if he vomited in the middle of it the rats may have told him to actually look after himself, the bastards...

Freddy heard the scurrying of the local community behind him. They weren't trying to kill each other, and worked together for meals. This was good, Freddy thought, even if he was the prey, something Freddy became more and more certain of as the noises got louder and louder. He knew he needed to get the hell out of there.

He shined his light down every passage and saw a ladder down one, which he began walking towards. Halfway to the ladder, Freddy turned around and saw that golden retriever sized cockroaches were all scurrying side by side towards him. When the light hit them, they screamed and scurried away as quickly as possible. Freddy knew he wasn't in the clear. He ran down the passage, still shining his light behind him, and made it to the ladder. He swung himself up as quickly as he could, but could hear the roaches moving.

"The daylight will scare them off," Freddy thought to himself as he opened the pothole to a night sky, "Oh, right, it's night." He pulled himself out of the sewer and slammed the pothole over the exit, holding it down as the roaches threw themselves against it. If he was going to die, it wouldn't be like that. Maybe in an exploding spaceship or fighting a dragon. That would be cool.

Once the roaches stopped, Freddy took in his surroundings. He was in part of the forest that had retaken the abandoned city. He smelt some sewer smell still and reluctantly pulled his arm to his nose. He sniffed and vomited. Freddy would never in his life do something like that again. He prayed that Foxy wouldn't stumble upon him, as he would never hear the end of it from him.

Freddy listened and heard the engine of a single motorcycle. In his state he realized that walking certainly was not the best form of travel, and since there was only one vehicle maybe he could steal it. The force was the only group with working motorcycles anyways. He hid in the bushes and squinted in the dark, making out the motorcycle as it got closer. It drove over the pothole and Freddy jumped, wrapping his arms around who he thought was an officer from the back. It turned out to be Foxy.

This was a dilemma. If Freddy let go Foxy would take a chunk of flesh out of him and then laugh, if he continued to hold on both of them would get hurt and Foxy would still laugh, and if he spoke Foxy would realize it was him and unmistakably laugh. Freddy decided to hold on and think of another plan, but was knocked to the ground by the fox. He grunted and took him down as well. The two rolled for a few seconds when Foxy punched Freddy in the nose with his good hand, making a loud *Honk*

The two were frozen in silence, and through the confusion Foxy realized it was Freddy who caught him, and his nose had just honked. He began to snicker.

"Oh shut up." Freddy got up and walked a few feet away where he sat down. That was possibly the worst thing that could have happened. He was the only one who knew that his nose honked until now, and he certainly didn't want Foxy to be the next one to find out about it.

Foxy, of course, didn't shut up. "OH ME GOD. LEMMIE DO THAT AGAIN." Foxy raced over and was met by a hand in the face.

"NO." Freddy was not in the mood for this, but didn't realize he had doomed himself by putting his hand in Foxy's face. He did realize, however, when he heard Foxy sniff.

"Why do ye smell like farts?" Freddy admitted it could have been worse. He could have said that he smelled like crap. "Oh, and crap." ...still could have been worse.

"I got out through an underground tunnel. It just smelt like that."

"Heh, an' 'ere I thought ye smelled like crap in general..." Foxy was backing up towards a lake.

"Can you not right now? I don't feel well."

"C'mere and I'll stop." Freddy sighed and got up. He didn't know what the hell Foxy wanted but did want him to stop, so he walked over and was pushed into the lake.

Freddy was, of course surprised and his first reaction was to climb out and punch Foxy in his smug face, but when he tried he was met by a long stick poking into his chest held by Foxy.

"Stay," he said in the most annoying way he possibly could at the moment. Freddy didn't even say anything. He was the type of annoyed that can't be expressed in words, only in facial expressions, so he glared at the fox."Nyawwww! Someone's grumpy!"

Freddy had to admit that he would rather smell like the lake than wherever he just was, so he continued to sit and glare until the smell went away. He then got out and continued to glare at Foxy, but then realized he didn't have anything to dry off with. Now he was cold, wet and sick, and he was going to get even more sick because he was wet. Oh well, he had to keep moving, and therefore he would keep moving, or so he thought, as he took two steps, fell flat on his face and passed out.

A chapter with actual humor in it! So? What did you think?

Shadow Freddy had a small cameo and he's a magical. Each magical in the fanfic is gonna have a special ability. Shadow Freddy can sorta shapeshift but also do some other stuff, so that's cool.

Ted is also Toy Freddy (If you hadn't already guessed) and is super subconscious about his weight (If you also hadn't already guessed).

I'll be back with the next chapter in a bit, It probably won't take over a week but it won't be as soon as these other chapters were put out either. I just wanted to do this one early because the others were sorta dark and this has some lol moments.

I hope you enjoyed!