A/N - I think this chapter came out pretty good. But expect the story to get really sad over the next few chapters!

Writers From Beyond - Thanks for the great review Dash, didn't expect to be writing chapter 8 already! Also, I noticed that the story on your page has a REALLY similar name, but I didn't know that or it would be different :-) Anyway, there is still plenty more to come, so stay tuned!

Chica POV

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Bonnie felt strongly opposed to the relationship Foxy and I shared, though at the time I just couldn't figure out why. Freddy was constantly telling Bonnie to shut up and deal with it during our show, quietly, of course, and a few kids even came up to me during the interval.

'Miss Chica, why is Freddy shouting?' they would ask, scared. I would simply say that he was yelling at a door backstage to cool off as men came and tried to steal him the previous day, an obvious lie that teens could easily see through, but it worked for the little ones. Our show went perfectly, as always, apart from the yelling. We actualy saw Mike during our show but couldn't wave as it would make adults suspicious and would put us off. We were finally allowed to take a break, whilst the kids had pizza. I still couldn't believe that I said what I said to Foxy the night before. I actually told him I that I love him! I did love him, I still do! But I didn't want to tell him! Not then, anyway.

**Timeskip! 2 days later!***

I wanted to be sure that I did tell Foxy I loved him, but I got distracted by a pizza in the kitchen, which I warmed, then took to Foxy, only to find him sleeping in the cove. He was usually awake by now, and he loved to sleep. I think it helped him overcome some of his, erm, emotional issues, or something like that. I don't know. I tried to wake him up, but after five minutes worth of attempts to awaken Foxy, I gave up and I felt tears run down my cheeks, but I wiped them away and searched for Freddy, finding him with Mike and Bonnie in the office.

'Freddy! F-Foxy...' I started, still crying before Bonnie gave out a quiet chuckle, alerting both Freddy and I. He must have known what Bonnie had done, and was planning to do as he sprinted out of the office and dived directly into Foxy's cove, trailing slowly on the floor, stopping after he hit a leg , Foxy still sleeping after impact.

'...' Freddy was trying to talk, but with his voice box so damaged, he could only whisper.

'Chica! G-grab Foxy and b-b-briing him Backsta-age. I got oil on my damn suit!' he said, almost too quiet for me to hear. Fred began running all over the pizzaria coming out of each room with something new in his hands. I lifted Foxy, but as I turned to walk to the door to the back room, which Freddy had already smashed open, i heard Bonnie say to me;

'Hey, Chica. You got oil on your ass.' He chuckled. He looked at the door, Mike already answering it.

End of POV

Chica's punishment had been executed perfectly. Or so Bonnie thought. Chica looked on the ground behind her, sure enough, there was a trail of oil. Foxy's oil. She ran faster than ever to get Foxy to Freddy. She really hoped that Freddy was still helping her. He was. Before the door could be shut, Mike and someone else entered the room. Neither of the animatronics could figure out who. They knew him, but couldn't remember who it was. They started work on Freddy, and left within 3 hours. The mystery guy came in, reactivated Freddy, then left again. Freddy instantly began work on Foxy, first patching all of the holes that oil were leaking out of. He finished this, but nothing else. He had no time to. It was 6AM. Foxy would die if he wasn't fixed right then. Mike had a chat with Freddy, and told him that Foxy was destroyed and leaking oil and that only Freddy could fix him. He shut the pizzaria for the weekend to tidy up, sacrificing the most popular days of business for pleasant customer experience. Freddy wanted to get to the bottom of this act of ruthless violence.

That's when they remembered. It was Jeremy.