(READ TIL THE END!!)
Freddy's POV
"Meeting. With the girls." "What about?" I kept asking Foxy. "Everything. We have to tell them." I felt my face getting red. "NO! We agreed to not tell them!" "What other choice do we have? They're our life, bro. If we didn't have them, we'd have nothing." Fuck... "Fine, let's just go to your house. If the girls even know where it is..." "Bonnie and I live right across from each other, she knows." I swore under my breath.
Bonnie's POV
"Gee, Bon, I wish I had the same relationship as you and Fox-" "Flynn." I urged Chica. "Sorry, but you guys seem to have alot in common. You're both mysterious, have weirdly colored hair, play videogames, and love cosplay." As Chica named the things Flynn and I had in common, I blushed more and more. We waited in his room, since we were at my house by the time he called. His little sister was the only one home. She instantly remembered my face, so she let us in. "Chica, why are you and Freddy so dysfunctional? You've been keeping it from me long enough." I asked her. I loved Chica, and when I see her upset, I am too because she's so happy usually. "I don't know...... Yes, I do.... In fact, so does Flynn..... Well, remember when my parents were fighting at home?" "Yeah." "They told me to leave to someone else's house, not because they hated me, but because they didn't want me to get involved. As you know, I went to Freddy's house. After four nights, he seemed to be more aggressive. Then he....." She trailed off. I looked up at her. She was crying. I saw the pity. I immediately pulled her into a tender embrace. Chica hugged me back. "Chica, it's okay. I know what you're trying to tell me. You don't have to say anymore." "No, I do! I need to tell you to get it off my chest." Oh, poor baby. "Okay, but if you can't handle it, stop." "Okay..... he started hitting me at home. Then started slamming me against the wall. And..... at one point in time he attempted to use a knife. I stopped him though.... But, recently, I just didn't expect it, Bonnie.... it was the night we were playing Truth or Dare.... when I went to the bedroom, he was steaming pissed. Then he slammed me against the wall..... then pulled down his pants.... then his boxers...... he then ordered me to get naked.... I-I was so scared.... I fucking ran to the door and left the house.... I went to an alley and cried to myself..... I got looks from people, some even thought I was homeless. I should've called Flynn but.... I didn't feel like getting into more trouble.... Bonnie, I need to break up with Freddy, today, I can't do this anymore.... thank you, for making me realize he is just awful...." Then Chica hugged me. Oh...
Foxy's POV
'So, where do you think he's gonna fuck?'
'Probably in a disgusting port-a-potty, heh.'
'With the way he's goin', most definitely!'
I just ignored their dumbass conversation, not wanting to flip my shit. "We're here." I stated. I took out my keys and unlocked the door. "WE'RE HERE!!" I shouted. "Fuck..." I heard Freddy mumble. I ran upstairs. To my room. "Hey girls, we gotta lot of explaining to do about ALOT of shit, so sit back for the half hour." "About what?" I looked at Freddy. "Stuff..." He said.
YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TELLING THEM!
"So, yeah, that's EVERYTHING." Freddy told them. I looked at Bonnie's face. In awe. Chica stood up. "I have something to explain. Freddy, I hate your faggot ass, I'm done with you, you psychopath." She went for the door, but Freddy stopped her. "You can't just LEAVE me, bitch. After all we've been through? You're a retard if you think that's it!" My level of protection was rising by the second. I can't let Freddy lay a finger on Chica. "Calm the fuck down, guys, whatever this is, I'm pretty sure it's not THAT big a deal!" "Actually, it is, babe. Freddy hasn't just abused Chica. He tried to rape her, too." I looked up at Freddy. I was pissed. "Shut the fuck up, you dumb whore!!" That's it. I stood now. "Take that back, fuckboy..." I said in a very deadpanned monotone. "NO!!"
