{ Chica's POV }
A shiver tore its way through Chica and she forced her eyes open, panting heavily. She didn't remember anything past the point where Gold forced some sleep-inducing drug down her throat. She wriggled around and noticed that she was tied to a post.
Bare light bulbs lined the ceiling, casting dim orange light into the room. On the wall opposite Chica stood the four robots from before she blacked out: the bear, the chicken, the bunny, and the fox. They weren't moving and their eyes weren't glowing, so Chica assumed they were powered off. She then caught sight of Gold in one of the corners, kneeling in front of a table. On top of the table sat an iPhone. It looked like a really old generation, but Chica couldn't tell which. Gold seemed to be filming himself.
"...I have Chica," he was saying. "She's in here with me."
She tried to call out, make herself heard. Hopefully whoever watched the video would hear her.
"Don't worry," Gold continued. "I haven't done anything to her... Yet."
Chica shuddered again, horrific images of what Gold could do to her running through her mind.
As she was busy trying to shake the terrible fantasies away, Gold finished filming the video and ended it with a small click. He then grabbed the phone and made his way over to Chica.
"Now then, I'll just upload that to YouTube so Freddy and all the others can see it. Even if they don't see it right away, they'll find us sooner or later," Gold explained with an excited giggle. He was tapping away on his phone, then sat down cross-legged next to Chica, who pushed against her restraints in an attempt to scoot away from him.
He looked up at her, his grey eyes sparkling. "I've had this iPhone 3 since I was eight," he said proudly. "It freezes up and has problems a lot but I love it. Want to see my photos?" His sudden shift of mood confused Chica, but she shook it off. Gold being nice and not kissing her was the Gold she wanted right now. She was just hoping Freddy and the others would find her soon.
Freddy. She had announced she loved him before she was kidnapped, but has he heard her? If she got out of this alive... No... When she got out of this alive, she was going to make her feelings very clear.
"Chica?" Gold's voice disrupted her from her thoughts. He had tapped on the photo app and the screen showed the video he had just taken, as well as the words: "25 of 25" at the top. 25 photos and videos? That was hardly any, especially considering the fact that he had owned the phone for nearly ten years.
When she focused on the phone again he began swiping through the photos. Most of them were selfies or photos of the robots. In one of the more recent, Gold was taking a selfie in the car with all the animatronics and Chica in the back, unconscious. Chica couldn't help but giggle, though with her gag it was muffled. She couldn't help it - robots looked hilarious when they tried to do the duck face.
Gold swiped through the photos. Some selfies, some more of the animatronics, some random "text posts" from tumblr. or Instagram.
Chica's gaze strayed from Gold's phone to his face. His messy hair fell over his forehead slightly. His eyes were still gleaming as he swiped through his photos.
Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes clouded with pain and his finger froze above the screen.
He was on the first photo, and what Chica saw made her knit her eyebrows in confusion and pity.
The boy in the photo was Gold, though he was smaller, around eight or nine. In the photo he was on the ground, curled up slightly, though his face was still facing the screen. He was crying, his eyes blotchy and tears glistening on his cheeks. Black marker was all over his face. Large, circular glasses had been drawn around his eyes and he had a curly mustache and a beard that looked like an upside-down triangle. On his forehead in shaky yet obvious black letters read the word: MOLD.
"What... I thought I deleted this..." Gold murmured, then deleted the photo quickly, turning off the phone and setting it on the floor.
Chica was silent as Gold stood. The emotion in his eyes changed to anger, but Chica could still see the hurt. He sobbed slightly, raking his hands through his hair forcefully. He clenched his teeth, tears forming in his eyes. "Those bastards..." He choked.
Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving the phone on the floor and Chica still tied up, millions of questions bouncing around in her head.