That Time in 1987. . . . (A FNAF Fanfic) (#WATTYS2015)

Chica

        The next day when the group met together at lunch, Chica was extremely shocked with the news Freddy had. 

        "There are people down there," he informed, like he was telling some sort of ghost story. "And I told them all about who we are. We can go after schoo--"

        Bonnie waved a hand, gesturing for Freddy to stop. "Wait a second. So you're saying that you are now aquainted with the people in Room 13? That's so crazy . . ." She frowned and put an elbow on the table, her expression flicking from enticed to disbelief. "You're just trying to get us down there."

        "No, I'm not!" Freddy cried, slightly slamming down on the table. His eyes were focused and certain, but Chica actually didn't believe him.

        She smiled, her head pounding with what she wanted to say. "If you are so certain about it, why don't you go in? Besides, that room is probably locked."

        Freddy smiled and put his hand into his pocket. Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy exchanged confused looks and changed back to Freddy.

        What they saw changed their view on everything.

        In Freddy's fingers, he was holding a bright, silver key, holding it up like a trophy.

        "Woah . . ." Foxy croaked. "How'd you get that?"

        Freddy looked around, as though concerned that no one would overhear their conversation. His head stopped twisting and landed on the janitor, who seemed to be asking questions around. He quickly retracted the key and jammed it back into his pocket. "I'll tell you later."

        "Why were you looking at the janitor?" Chica asked, staring at the janitor's concerned face as he interrogated a group of students.

        Freddy's jaw set and his neck tightened. Through gritted teeth, he seethed, "I'll tell you later."

        "When--?" Bonnie asked softly.

        Freddy's hand slammed on the table again, harder this time. Chica realized he was standing, looming above everyone on the table. He roared even louder, "I'll tell you later!" Peoples' heads were turned towards him as he puffed out small breaths. The lunchroom was dead quiet for a moment. Freddy's cheeks went red as he looked around, awkwardly sitting down. Conversation in the lunchroom started to ripple once more.

        "Sorry," he said, his voice shaky. "You get the point. I'll tell you later."

        Chica didn't like the way Freddy had burst out like that. Something was definitely on his mind.

        *        *        *        *        *

        After school, Freddy pulled the group aside, showing them the key. They huddled in and got a closer look at it. Freddy smiled as he said, "With this, we can get anywhere in the school."

        "That's the janitor's key . . ." Chica breathed. "You took it from him? Is that why he seems so on-edge?"

        Freddy nodded. "I chewed up some chips, spewed them out as though I was vomiting, took the key, and got into the room."

        "What happened while you were there?" Foxy asked.

        Freddy shrugged. "When I got down the stairs, a guy named Spring threatened me with a knife. I explained to him that we had found a paper that led us here, told him about you guys, and we're all welcome to go in. I was thinking we could go right now."

        "But my mom is waiting for me--" Chica started.

        Freddy interrupted her. "My mom was waiting for me when I went into the room yesterday. It's totally fine. We'll be in and out."