Mrs.Chica Foxy

We Will Never Sleep

Chica's P.O.V

I'm torn. That nightmare I call my last Alice memory made me reveal more fractured and scared memories that punctured and toyed with my mind and emotions in the most painful way. Dylan was the boy who had that aroma that made girls fall form him like it was nothing. But Foxy, he's such sweetheart that he could give me cavities from one kiss. Dennis, Dennis was the boy who was the same age as you but you felt like you were a older than him and wanted to pinch his cheeks because he was so adorable. And Bonnie, he's the shoulder to cry on when your life was crumbling in front of you. Frustrated, I throw myself on my bed, and waited for my heart and brain's battle to wager on. With the memory cloud over my head, I couldn't tell what was reality and past.

~Dream~

I'm in Alice's old bedroom, full of colorful band posters and fluffy stuffed animals. I pick up one that was a purple snake with its red tongue flicking out of its mouth tasting the air. "Hhhhheeeeeyyyy Kiiiiiidddddd-oooooos!" The snakes head turned to that of the purple guy's as I watched it fall out of my hands and heard myself screech. The snake slithered up my legs and tightened his abdomen around them to make me fall. The wind gets knocked out of me as my back crashes on the dark blue carpet. He slithers farther up my legs to my kneecaps and slices them with his venomed fangs. I scream in pain and he chuckles as the world around his face dissipated into colored smoke.

I blink and the soft carpet I was laying on hardened into con tear that I remember all too well. Everyone was tied up with snake-like rope and no cuts ravished their faces and bodies. Everyone, but me. I'm somehow unconscious in the chair with my slashed cheeks and here on the floor. "Dennis!" I yell and extend my arm to him, but he can't hear or see me. Am I dead? "Vincent! Stop this now, I'm the one you really want!" Vixen struggled against her bonds and yelled at the purple guy.

He slowly turns his attention to the girl. "You're right, but how do you know?" He tilts his head 90 degrees to the right and rubs his thumb and index finger along the length of his blade. That smile again. "Mom told me after I asked her why I don't have a father, dad." She gags like the word caught on her throat. "It tastes like poison saying it." His smile fades, but then resurfaces with the idea that develops in his twisted and blackened mind. He sways over to my lifeless body and circles me like a vulture circling some roadkill. "Very beautiful, Alice is..." He pinches a lock of my golden hair. Dennis's eyes turn to complete anger as he lets out a low snarl that startles me. "Is she not, Dennis?" The anger is replaced by shock, panic, and jealousy. The purple guy gently places a hand under my chin, and I feel the cold and evil run through my neck. He's dangling me in front of Dennis. "Son of a BITCH!" I yell out. Vixen's face breaks out into a sweat as she glances nervously at Dennis. She knew.

He bends down to my level. "I like you, that makes you my-" Vixen's growl interrupts him. "-my princess." He whispers into my ear. I feel the brush of his breath tickle the hair around my ear that sends a shiver up my spine. He backs up to my eyes. The smile. I've had enough. I crawl over to Vixen and untie the snakes constricting her wrists. I place a heavy wrench in her hands and her fingers wrap around the iron. Her knuckles bleach of color as she charges after her father.

"How did you escape?!" The purple guy bellows out after he caught her arm. "Vixen! Get out of here!" Dennis yells out to Vixen. He distracts her and she turns her head to him. That's when he slashed her throat. "Vixen!" Both me and Dennis cry out, and he looks at my limp body. He heard me. The purple guy, now panting, locked into Dylan. I shove my hands on my face and cry.

Bonnie's P.O.V

She fell asleep again. If you're wondering why we never sleep, this is why. Her screaming kills me, and she normally screams out my old name. I rush into her room and she's flailing around. Her body covered in sweat, screaming involuntarily, I race to her side and wake her up, again. "What am I going to do with you?" I whisper and place my hand on her thigh. She immediately wakes up. "Dylan?" I shake my head. "Dylan's inside Foxy, and Foxy's getting fixed." I hold her hand "W-Where's Vixen?" Out old names. "She's outside, let me get her." I grab Mangle's arm and yank her into the room. Pity filled Alice's eyes.

"What the hell, Bonnie?!" Vixen freezes when she sees Alice's eyes. "Vixen, I'm so sorry." Vixen's eyes fill up with panic. "Did you tell her?! We made a pact to keep that from her, or she'll go mad!" She yells at me. I reel back. "Dennis didn't say anything to me. I was dead when your dad came up with 'princess'." My jaw drops. "But, that's impossible! You killed him!" I yell out, confused. "Vixen, how did you get free?" Alice ignores my comment. "I-I don't know, my rope fell off and something placed the wrench in my hand." Alice nods her head. "All of us were tied up, and I was the only one unconscious. I untied you," The oil formed a line on Alice's eyes. "I killed you." She whispers and whiles away a loose tear.

Vixen's P.O.V

I sit to Alice's right and Bonnie leans on the doorframe. Alice leans her head on my shoulder and cries. "Alice, you didn't kill me. Vincent did, and now he's dead. The nightmares over, you're fine. And hey, if he is back, then he can't kill us again! We're immortal, if he destroys our suites, then we can be repaired and kill him." She looks up at me. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

What she doesn't know now can literally kill her. I can't tell her, or she will just be relying on the animatronic to kept her working. I guess she put up an emotional wall and that keeps her from remembering. I can't break down the wall. I can still see that smiling little girl inside her, innocent, in love, alive. Dennis must still remember, I catch him with a look on his face that was the same when we all saw Vincent do it to her sometimes. Poor Alice, I wish I could shield this from you.

After Alice finally got her head back, I left her to talk to Dennis. "I don't think she remembers," I whisper ever so quietly to him. "I don't think so either. We can't tell her, or she'll break down." The look spread on his face, and I saw it replay in his eyes. "The poor girl, she's so innocent. Why did he have to rape her?" I flinch. "Dennis! Shut the hell up!" He's right though, that's the worst part.