Chapter 3- Pushing the Door

"Freddy?" Bonnie said. Chica had sat down next to Foxy, trying to calm him down. In the meantime, Bonnie had begun to search the rest of the house for Freddy. The house was strange, he couldn't tell if it was a modern day house, in present time, or a house he might have seen in his real life before he died. Retro lamps and wallpaper were abundant and obvious, making him believe he was even farther back, maybe even before he was born. His mind was so full of questions, but who could he ask? "Freddy?" Bonnie said again, out of desperation. He had already searched half the building for the fuzzy brown bear, and with no luck either.

"Hmm… I wonder how you four got here…" A voice said to him, making him cringe. The voice sounded familiar.

"Goldie?" Bonnie said, More of a statement than a question.

"I know where Freddy is, and you all need to get him and leave!" She said, her voice bitter.

"Why? We don't know why we're even here!" Bonnie said. Goldie always confused him. The most he really even knew about her was that she was how mysterious she was. The first time she met her, she was completely against them, with her mysterious power erasing their minds or pinning them against each other more times than Bonnie could count. "I need to find Freddy, and I want to know why i'm here."

"Well, then you better-" Her voice stopped, as if something interrupted her. "Look, just stay away from Andrew! He's more important than all of you put together."

Bonnie stopped, racking his brain to think of a plan to get himself out of this mess. Freddy was missing, Foxy and Chica were useless in this particular situation, Foxy to freaked to help, and Chica to worried about Foxy to think about helping either. Bonnie had to think of a plan to help himself, no matter what he had to do. "Andrew you say? I've heard about him." Bonnie lied, a smirk shining on his face. "And I don't like him."

"Bonnie! Say anything else-"

"I've got a few things to say to Andrew first, Goldie, and I need you to stay away from me and my friends. So either you help me, or I "Help" Andrew." Bonnie said, surprised at his own words. They kind of just flew out.

"Forget about it! I know you! You're too weak to do anything!" Goldie growled, making him sigh.

"Fine… have it your way." Bonnie said, walking towards a hallway he saw in the distance. He wasn't sure what he would do, but he had to get out of this mess… and he really would do anything to do that.

He peeked around the corner, peering down the hallway. He saw a single door on the same side of the wall he was looking down. The door sat completely still, with no signs of moving. "Ugh…" Bonnie said quietly, looking at his hand with a sigh. "Sharp…" He noted. He rubbed them against the wall, looking at the marks that they left. "I wonder what I could do to that child…" He thought, a bit worried at how he felt about thinking that.

The door knob was turning, pouring weak light out into the hallway. Bonnie pulled back his head, breathing heavily with his large chest. "Ok, ok, just… scare him, at least? Can I do that? I look really scary… and i've been doing it to nightguards since as long as I can remember… I can scare him…" he thought to himself. "Maybe… I could rip him though. Destroy him. It would not be hard..." He thought. "I'll do anything to go back to the way things were…" He said slowly, looking down the hallway from the corner he stood at.

"I'll just wait for him… And… and…" Bonnie said, still confused as to what he will do. "Kill him…?" He thought. "Yeah… yeah… KILL! I'll kill him!" he said quietly yet excitedly. Just then, the door peeked open, and out stepped a small boy, his age hard to determine. He was much smaller than Bonnie though, much, much smaller. "There he is!"

The boy must have seen him, because he exclaimed loudly "B-bonnie?" He said. This made bonnie hesitate, but his goal was still clear in his mind. Lunging forward, he lept at the boy with arms outstretched.

"AUGH!" Andrew screamed, falling down to the ground as the large bunny flew at him. The bunny fell just short of him, breathing heavily. Terrified, Andrew quickly stood up and scrambled to shut the door to his room. Before he could though, Bonnie stuck his arm in the door, then his head.

A wicked grin shown on his face. "I'm here for you Andrew!" Bonnie said loudly, reaching for him. Andrew ran towards his bed, picking up Goldie and bolting for the door on the other side of his room. Bonnie ran behind him, close.

"Run Andrew! Don't let Bonnie catch you! He'll kill you!" Goldie warned. Andrew could only groan as he ran through the living room.

"DAD!" He screamed, though no one came.

"He's not here… neither is your brother Andrew." Goldie said. Andrew sighed as he ran back to his room, slamming both doors shut as hard as he could.

"I-... I don't… what's happening?" Andrew cried. Tears soaked his face and Goldie as he held her close, trying to calm down. "Wh-why is Bonnie trying to get me?" He asked.

"I don't know." She said flatly.

"Do you think he's talking about out Bonnie?" Andrew heard from behind him.

"Yeah, He is pretty crazy."

"Oh now now, don't be rude, Bonnie is a good friend, although he can be a bit much for me a times."

"Who's that?" Andrew said carefully, looking behind him. On the bed sat three little bears, each nearly the size of Goldie. They all looked at him with their wide eyes. "A-are you guys bad too?" Andrew asked, tears still falling.

"Oh, no no, but you might want to watch those Doors for Bonnie, little boy. He's looking for me, I mean us. And from the looks of things he might want to kill you as well, or at least scare you!" One of the said, making another laugh.

"Yeah, I told you he was crazy! I wonder if this little kid will make it or not!"

"Oh shut it you. Anyway, you should be careful with that bunny, he's a bit of an-"

"Anal jerk?"

"Watch your mouth you!"

"Um… what's going on?" Andrew asked Goldie.

"This is Freddy, but for some reason he's in three separate bits… maybe he couldn't hold himself together long enough to stay in one piece."

Andrew sighed. This was all happening so fast, he felt his head would just fall off his head without his consent. "I need a minute to calm down…" Andrew sniffled. His whole world has been so hard, just to live felt like a sin to him. "Can we just leave? I don't want to be here…"

"It's alright Andrew, the night is almost over-"

As if on cue, Andrew heard the familiar sound of his alarm clock ringing next to his bed. At the sound of it, The small Freddy's covered their little ears and ran under his bed, out of sight. Outside his room, he heard someone growl, and dash away down the hallway. Andrew let out a breath. "It's over…" He said quietly, walking over to his bed and lying down. "I need a minute… I haven't slept all night…"

"Good night Andrew…" Goldie said, Andrew snuggling her up in his arm.

"What was that?" Chica said quietly. Foxy lifted up his head, after lying down for awhile.

"It sounded like a clock… I-I wonder what time it is…" Foxy said quietly. His head hurt, and his vision was hazy. He hated what happened to him… it made him… almost angry… and tired… tired of being who he was not. He was tired of being Foxy.

"Foxy…."

"What…"

"Foxy… come out…"

Foxy looked up. The room he was in had changed. He was no longer in some strange, forein house, he was back in his pirates cove, and his body had changed back to being Normal Foxy. He didn't look like a nightmare anymore.

"Foxy please…" Chica said, looking at him from behind the curtains. She was back to normal as well.

He remembered these days. He had went mad, or at least deep in thought, and they would try day in and day out to try and coax him out. He would always drive them away, and no matter how hard they tried, he would never stop sulking.

"Just go away Chica…" He said. He really did feel like sulking being back in that place again, the air felt cold, and his heart did too.

"Please Foxy…"

"Go away chica! Seriously!"

"You've always been like this… so reclusive… so angry… why? Was it me? Did I do this?" Chica said, rubbing her eyes.

Foxy stiffened. When he first heard this, when it really happened, he just walked over to the curtains and slammed them in her face. Now, though, he couldn't even reply to her. His mind raced, his chest whirred with it's mechanical tick. "Chica…" He managed to say, feeling the heat of his face burn.

"I just… I want to know why… if it was me… if it was Bonnie… or anyone… I want to know why you act this way…" She said, standing up on the stage, getting inside with him. He nearly fell backward as she reached out and touched his hand. "Foxy… I feel like… are you hiding something from us? Do you know something?" She said, looking into his eyes innocently. Foxy felt sick. Was this what would have happened then? If he hadn't pushed her away? Would she have been this friendly with him? Or was she just trying to pry him?

"Just get out Chica…" He said, pulling his hand back. She did comply, though, and she left the room, her face in a scowl.

"Fine! You can just sit here and sulk for all I care! FOXY! I know you're hiding something, I had my doubts before, but now I just… I just.. .ugh!" She said, storming away. Foxy felt something then, like a knife came up and stabbed him right through the heart. Hearing her say that made him want to crawl away somewhere dark and cry.

"Chica.." Foxy said, tipping over and holding his legs to his chest, feeling like he could just melt into the floor and never have to face her again.

Chica looked around. She had blacked out for a moment, now she sat alone, in the pizzeria. It was strange, everyone, everything, was frozen. Not in a cold sense, but like they were timeless, as if nothing affected them. She touched a woman, laughing at someone or something, but she did not move, she did not react. She wasn't even warm. Strange lighting filled the room, a low, yet vibrant pink. She sighed, sitting down at one of the booths.

"What is happening…" She said. She had returned to her normal self, with her human arms covering her face. "I don't… what is happening? Why is this really happening?" She said, shaking her head left and right quickly.

"Don't cry Chica." She heard someone say, making her gasp. She looked up, quickly looking around for the voice. Even when she stood up to look, she saw nothing. It had called her Chica, it knew who she was.

"Don't cry…? Why does… why does it not want me to cry?" She said. It had occurred to her, that she had not realised who had said the voice, and she was sure that the people that were frozen could not speak. Even if they could, who could have known who she was? She had never seen these people before, much less spoken about her deep dark secrets of who she was. Or what she was.

"So nice to see you here…" It said again, from behind her. She jerked around, spotting the voice at last. She covered her mouth, stepping back. It was Foxy, looking like something out of a nightmare, his head jerking left and right at random intervals. He was looking Dead at her, though, through her to her soul. Charlie froze where she stood, unmoving. She was too scared so say anything. "Chica… come to me… be with me…" He said, or at least, she thought he said it. It came from behind her. She turned around quickly, seeing Bonnie, also jerking and twitching, with his hand extended out towards her.

Charlie shook her head, taking a step away from them both. They had called her Chica, not her real name, and they didn't even seem real. "B-ben? Reynard? Why are you… what's wrong with you?" She said, taking another step back.

"Trust me Chica!" Bonnie said, taking a large step towards her. Charlie whimpered at his approach. "Aww, come now, little sister, don't you trust me? I came to help you, or at least, for you to help me. There's something… no, someone that I need you help me… remove." He said, yet again coming closer, a loud screech coming from his arms and legs.

"No Chica, come with me, I want to be with you… Don't you know who I am? It's me, Foxy, I love you, Chica…" He said, inching closer to her, just as Bonnie had. Charlie covered her ears and closed her eyes. These were not her brother and Reynard. She shook her head, taking a few more steps away.

"CHICA! COME NOW." Bonnie said, getting right up in her face, making her want to scream or cry. He grabbed her arm, his metal wires poking into her skin, making blood pour down her arm. She cried out in pain as he picked her up.

"P-PUT ME DOWN!" She said, pushing against his head. He laughed, turning around. She looked where he did. The restaurant had faded away, and she saw that it was divided in two sections. One side, the one to her right, was bright white, with small figures standing very, very far away. They looked human, and they were all waving. Charlie couldn't make them out, and the pain from her arm made her eyes blur at the bright light.

The other side was dark. Dark shadows loomed in the already dark light, sending chills up her back. She was standing between the two sides, at a stand still with Bonnie and Foxy looking at her. Bonnie turned, and began to walk with her towards the deep, dark abyss. Foxy watched her as she looked over Bonnie shoulder, reaching out, kicking at him with her legs, to no avail.

"Bonnie! Let me go! BEN PLEASE!" She cried. Bonnie stopped, at the mention of his name. He threw her to the ground, her head hitting the ground. The ground was icy cold, like it was covered in snow.

"Don't you DARE call me that! There is no Ben, Chica, there never was, never will be, and that's that! And soon, there will be no Charlie either, or a Reynard for all I know…" He said, looking down at her with a grim expression. "You're not going with me… are you?" He said, his tone suddenly changing. Her vision faded, her head swimming. She tried to reach out for him, but all she felt was the cold, frigid air on her naked hand.

Charlie woke up again, sitting up with a start. She was in her room again, on her bed. The door was open, just a crack, and through it light poured into the room. It felt like it was late, very late. She got out of bed, feeling the need to stretch badly. "What happened? Was it a dream?" She said, her eyes glazing over. She peeked out of her door, seeing the room completely empty. "Ben… I wonder if he's here…" She said, walking towards his closed door. She felt a chill run up her spine as she turned the icy door knob.

"Ben?" She said, looking in her brother's dark room. His window was open, the curtains swaying slowly as the wind blew softly against them. She crept towards his bed, wondering if his bed was empty or not. She lifted the blankets, sighing when she found them covering his empty bed, the sheets showing no signs use. Just then, the phone in her living room rang loudly, making her jump out of her skin.

"Who's that?" She said quietly, looking out her brother's door. The phone was on the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room, and it seemingly hoped on it's stand as the annoying ring rattled the room. She stepped out into the room, edging towards the phone. A strange sense of dread filled her as she picked it up and raised it to her ear.

"Hello?" She said, listening to the silence on the other end. For a moment, nothing happened, and she was about to hang it up.

"We're coming…" It said, and a low noise sounded through the phone, like a laugh. Charlie dropped the phone, backing away slowly. We're coming? What did that mean… She thought, looking around her apartment, feeling sick with worry as to who there "we're" was.

She heard the laugh again, much louder and deeper. It came from her brother's room, behind her. She shook with Terror as she bolted towards her front door, fumbling against the door knob to fling it open.

"CHARLIE!" The voice from the phone said, and she heard the door of her brother's room fling open, and heavy footsteps sound behind her. She flung her weight against the door, and it flung open just as the thing behind her came into view.

"GOLDIE! STAY AWAY!" Charlie screamed, slamming the door behind her as she quickly trudged towards the elevator, tears streaking down her face.

Author's Note-

Hello! It's me again! I hope you liked this chapter! I'm sorry this one came a bit after the others, as I've been extremly stressed all of last week and could not write anything! But it's ok, All is well and I'll be writing even more from here on out (Don't quote me!)

Song of the Day-

Let's take a break from fnaf songs and talk about one of my favorite songs, "Guns and Horses" By Ellie Goulding! She is one of my favorite artists, and if you've never heard this one, it's great!