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

Chica

(WARNING: FEELS)

"Spring, Gold, Mari!" Chica laughed, running to them. "What are you doing here?"

"That man over there left us a clue of where you went. He said that we had to come or he would find us and kill us. We were basically gonna die either way." Mari laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"We need to get out! Who cares if that guy is killed, we need to leave!" Foxy insisted, starting to make his way toward the edge of the roof.

Spring's face went serious, staring at him. "No."

Foxy stopped and glared back at Spring. "What? We need to get out!"

"No," Spring insisted. "That man needs to be dead for all the things he has done to you guys. For killing Freddy, for putting you through those awful simulations . . ." He shook his head and stared at the ground. "He shouldn't live for what he's done."

A sharp voice broke their conversation. "Um . . . don't you think I can hear you? I can hear your little plans about killing me and all that, but I don't think that's going to work. You see, I'm working on something very important that if I don't get done, I will be very mad."

"Please," Chica cut in, angered. "Just go mess with other people. You've already done so much to us."

"I have, I have . . ." Jonathan mused. His face suddenly lit up with an idea. "Why don't all of you just . . . turn to purple." He started laughing quietly, looking at the ground he levitated above. Then his laughter grew as his purple arms started to glow brightly, purple streaks of light flying up below him to his arms, as though creating wings.

His laughter was the only sound that could be heard, the six people watching as Jonathan grew more and more powerful by the second.

Finally, he flung his arms forward, sending tendrils of purple light toward the group. The all wheeled around screaming, sprinting away as the purple power smashed into the building behind them. Still, he sent an entire armada toward them, bright flashes of purple exploding behind them.

"Jump off of the roof onto the car! Trust us!" Mari yelled, staying behind to help Spring and Gold fight off Jonathan.

"No, we have to help you! You need it!" Chica pleaded, trying to pull them away.

Mari's face went dead serious, staring at Chica. "Do you want to live?"

Chica's eyes were blurry with tears, stinging. "Yes, I do!" she sobbed. "But you and Spring and Gold have taught my friends and I so much about trials and hardships and . . . we can't live without you."

"You won't live if I don't do this, okay? Jonathan will murder you and your—" Purple suddenly zapped him, coursing through his body and turning his expression to stone. His eyes were wide with fear as Chica looked around him, seeing a bright purple beam coming from Jonathan's hand. There were another two coming from his other hand, surrounding Gold and Spring. All of them were completely frozen and were slowly lifted into the air.

"Jonathan, stop!" Foxy yelled, sprinting toward him. Suddenly, Jonathan zapped Foxy and he flew back, horrifyingly still. Chica looked back at Jonathan, whose white smile pierced the air.

"What did you do to him?" Chica screamed at Jonathan, her throat raw.

He giggled. "Little girl, you're interrupting my little plan!" Suddenly, the light that enveloped Spring, Mari, and Gold turned black as they were dropped from the air into crumpled heaps on the ground.

"NO!" she yelled as she ran to Mari. His eyes now were purple as he stared up at her weakly, a smile lightly grazed on his face.

"Chica . . ." he whimpered. "I'll tell Freddy . . . that you're . . . okay. Just . . . run."

The horrifying sight of his eyes closing and his chest falling still filled her vision, as did tears.

She looked over to Bonnie and Foxy, who were by Spring and Gold, looking over at Chica and shaking their heads softly.

Chica shook her head back, staring back at the person who had once put her friends into a mysterious prison-like place with bunny animatronics.

The person who had tied her friends together.

The person who changed her life forever.

Dead.

(I REGRET NOTHIIIIINNNGG!)