Freddy turned off the iPad silently. His mother was sobbing forcefully, rubbing her eyes with her palms. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Mom it's alright. You gave us some really valuable information. Thank you." Leaving her to calm down and fix dinner, Freddy and his friends exited through the door and walked slowly down the sidewalk, but they weren't going anywhere specific, just walking.

"We have to find her." Foxy said, determination heavy in his gruff voice. "But we need someone else to help us." he said, scratching his chin, which had begun to sprout small bits of stubble. Freddy nodded in agreement, but had no ideas. Who else could they turn to? the four had often kept to themselves and hadn't socialized with anybody else at their school. They didn't need to, they were perfectly fine with each other.

"Mike." Bonnie said decisively. They all stopped walking. Foxy and Freddy turned to look at the purple-haired girl, their eyebrows knit as if they couldn't believe what she had just said.

"Mike's scared of us." Freddy told her. "You really think he would want to help find Chica?" he seriously doubted how the shaky freshman could help them, but he had been open to suggestions.

"I have a feeling he would." Bonnie said with finality. She turned the other direction and started towards Mike's house, which wasn't far from Freddy's. Freddy and Foxy turned to each other, shrugged, then silently followed Bonnie. There was something about her that made it impossible to argue with. Once she made up her mind, that was the end of it. She was extremely intimidating, something about her ever-present calm demeanor set Freddy on edge.

shirt and black basketball shorts. "No." He said quietly. "I haven't. What's going on?" as if they would do anything to hurt him, all they ever did was give him a scare every once in a while.

"Chica was... kidnapped." Bonnie said quietly, trying to keep from coking up. Mike's eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth in shock. He stepped out of the door and onto the terrace, straightening his T-shirt and bringing his hand through his hair. "By Gold." Bonnie let out a small sob, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand.

Realization crossed Mike's face. "The guy that attacked Sarah Jameson a month ago?" He asked. Freddy nodded in response. Mike turned his attention toward the brunette boy and he seemed to tense up again slightly. However, he shook it off and brought one hand through his hair again. "That's terrible." He murmured.

"We were wondering if you would join us in finding her. I mean I know you're terrified of us and all, but we thought maybe we could put aside our differences in this dire situation. What do you say?" Freddy asked, hoping with every molecule of his being that the short freshman would agree. They could use all the help they could get, and Mike was the only person they could turn to. He was their last hope.

Mike was silent for a moment, looking from Freddy to Foxy in fear. Then he nodded, swallowing quietly. "Sure." He said, shifting his gaze back to Bonnie. "I'll help you guys. Where did he go?"

"That's the thing." Freddy spoke up. "We aren't sure. We think he went south, but we aren't certain." He sighed, trying to keep from breaking down in sobs again.

"Let's go get Freddy's car, we can start looking." Foxy suggested. Mike told his mother he was going to hang out with the trio, not telling her what would actually be happening. The four walked back to Freddy's house, where his old car was parked, and piled in. Freddy checked the gas. It was about half full. He then realized they would need money. He went inside, avoiding his mother, who was still sobbing quietly. He grabbed what money he had left from buying Bonnie's guitar. It should last them about a week or two if they were careful. They couldn't afford to stay in hotels, so they would have to sleep in the car.

Freddy closed his car door. Mike rode shotgun, staring at his phone, and Foxy and Bonnie rode in the back next to each other, holding hands and exchanging worried glances. Mike suddenly gasped. "Look at the YouTube home page!" he yelled, shoving is phone in Freddy's face. Bonnie and Foxy craned their necks for a better look. At the top was a video with millions of views, despite it beig posted only hours ago. The title was: "For Freddy."

No way that's for me, Freddy thought, swallowing. But the thumbnail said different. A familiar face stared through the screen. Freddy recognized the messy blonde hair, insane smile, and dark eyes. "Click on it!" Freddy ordered Mike, his voice laced with fear at what the video contained.

Mike tapped the video. It was only a couple minutes long. An advertisement for lotion popped up and Freddy gritted his teeth. Finally, the video started.

It was black for a few seconds, then Gold's face appeared. He shifted the camera a bit before setting it down. it focused on him. Everything around him was dark, the only thing able to be seen was Gold's upper body and head. It was as if he was sitting down at a desk. The lighting was bad, casting malicious shadows on his face. The blonde boy let out a creepy laugh, and it seemed to stop quickly and not echo, suggesting he was in a small, confined room. "Hi Freddy." Gold said in his creepy sing-song voice. Freddy shivered. "i bet you're wondering where I am." He continued, staring at the camera and looking creepy as hell.

"I have Chica." Gold cackled. "She's in here with me." As if on cue, a muffled noise came from the background. Gold just laughed again. "Don't worry. I haven't done anything to her... yet." he licked his lips. Freddy wished he was there in person so he could cut out his tongue. "I'm very interested in these events, Freddy." He purred, smiling like a madman.

Oh, that's right, he is a madman.

"I would looove to see you in person again." Gold said, drawing out the 'O' in love. He was leaning toward the camera. "The cops can't know where I am, however." He inclined his head towards the darkness behind him. "Or she dies." All four teenagers let out strangled gasps. Freddy hoped he was bluffing. He was trembling in anger. Now he was holding Chica hostage. Threatening to do things to her. To murder her.

"You know where I am." Gold continued, observing his nails as if he were having a casual conversation about the whether. "It's just a different location. This one's a but cleaner, too." What was that supposed to mean? Where was he? Freddy felt his adrenaline pumping more than ever. They had to find him quickly. They couldn't tell the cops or he would kill Chica. With that, Gold let out a high-pitched laugh that sounded like something right out of a horror movie. Then the screen cut to black, and the video was over.