Ch. 2

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Freddy's POV
I sit up, the sheets falling into a small roll on the bed. Chica is still curled up, and whimpers a little in her sleep, having lost warmth. I get up, careful not to make any sort of noise as I put the sheets back up on Chica, keeping her warm and happy.
I was with Gold that day, and now I remember it, as clear as day.

~Flashback~
That day was a day that was famous for how hot it was. Everyone who was smart was either at the pool, the beach, or their own home with AC. Gold and I weren't exactly smart. Back then, I used to play soccer, and Gold was really good at it until he hurt his ankle. So, like any older brother, he'd teach me how to play, and all of his tricks. Gold wasn't able to teach me by showing me, but he did draw it out pretty well. Later in the day, his phone rang, and being the snoopy kid I was, I looked to see who it was. It's was some guy named Purple guy?

"Hey, Gold? Who's 'Purple guy'?"

Gold chuckles a small bit, as he makes his way to where I was standing, and picked up his phone.

"It's a nickname that I gave my friend Vincent."

As Gold answers the call, I only nod a bit, understanding what he meant. I continued to practice what Gold was teaching me, until I heard him say something. I decided to eves drop on the conversation, or, at least what I could hear.

"Vincent, slow down, what happened?"

I watch Golds expression, trying to figure out what's going on. His goldish eyes seem to grow wide, as if horrified by something. He mutters into the phone,

"I will be right there Vincent...."

He then hangs up on the phone, and turns to me. I stiffen a little, worried, and I pick up my soccer ball.

"....You alright Gold?"

Gold shakes his head, "No....We need to go visit Vincent.,..lets go."

All I did was nod. Later that day, it had come up that Vincent's girlfriend, Violet, had been killed,and died in the hospital. Vincent, who was accused of the murder, was thrown into court, only to be put in jail and behind bars for several years. Gold lost touch with Vincent, and we didn't even go to the court to testify for him. I felt bad, but there was nothing we could've done....
-End Flashback-

I stood carefully walk downstairs, and head down to where Shadow was sleeping. A monologue kept going through my head, "be careful, he's dangerous, be careful, he's dangerous.."
I quietly crept into the kitchen, and grabbed something small and silver on the end. Just as I turned around, Shadow was standing in the doorway, a grin present on his face.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to remember the truth."

I grip the knife firmly in my hand, shaking a bit. He only chuckles, and draws his own small pocket knife.

"Well, since I am going to kill you, I'll tell you the truth. I killed Violet. My buddies and I found it stupid that a pretty girl like Violet would love a weirdo like Vincent. He didn't deserve her. And so, we found it reasonable that if we couldn't have her, a weirdo like Vincent shouldn't either."

I growls, mad that my brother was framed, and mad that I fell for the trick he put out. I raises my knife.

"Get out. Get out of my. Home you MONSTER!"

Shadow chuckles, raising his own knife.

"You're unskilled, so this should be easy~"

I start shaking, until I suddenly hear something that sounds like a battle cry. I raise an eyebrow, confused, and then Chica comes from no where, and tackles Shadow.

"Freddy! Get his knife!"

Inked quickly, and rush over, grabbing Shadows knife, which he dropped, and put it farther from him. He struggles under Chica, and eventually rolls, causing her to fall and he is now on top of her, a wicked grin present on his face. I growl, angry.

"Don't touch her."

He looks up at me, his grin still wicked. I grip the knife tight, and an instinct I have never felt kicks in, and I throw the knife at Shadow. It lands in his arm, and he grits his teeth, falling back. I rush ahead, grabbing Chica's small hand, and I pull her behind me. I raise the other knife up again,many he scoots back.

"I'll go, but this isn't the last you'll see of me."

He then escapes, like a shadow escapes from light. I pant a bit, and lower the knife, turning to face Chica.

"Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head slowly, and I pull her into a hug. She wraps her arms right a kind me before muttering into my chest, "We need to find Bonnie and Foxy...."

I nod.

We need to free Gold and Vincent.....and out Shadow behind bars...

-No POV-
Bonnie had finally fallen asleep, and Foxy was holding her close, almost protective. They sleep peacefully until Foxy wakes up, hearing something try to get into the bathroom window. He cautiously goes to the bathroom. The moment Foxy got up, Bonnie had woken up, and she heard the noise, and stayed quiet. Foxy then yanked open the door and said loudly,  "YAR!"

"AHHH!!!!"

There is a loud cluttering noise, and Bonnie quickly gets up, rushing to the door way to see who it was. Freddy is face down on the marble floor, and Chica is on top of him. There is a broken candle that fell when they fell. Bonnie sighs with relief, before helping up Chica, Foxy helping Freddy.

"What are you two doing here? And at night?"

Chica hugs Bonnie tight, "I'm so sorry Bonnie, I should've believed you...."

Foxy raises a brow, concerned for his friend, and then turns to Freddy, "What happened?"

Freddy looks up from the floor, and notices Chica, Bonnie and Foxy looking at him, giving Freddy their full attention.

"Shadow....He killed Vioelt, and framed both, Gold and Vincent. He tried to kill me and Chica. He got away....I don't know where he is...."

Foxy bites his lower lip, and Bonnie hugs Chica tighter. Freddy sits on the side of Bonnie's bed, placing his face into his hands. Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy sit beside him on the bed.

Chica rubs his back, and whispers, "It'll be okay...."

Freddy mutters form his hands, "We have to prove Gold and Vincent innocent. We need to find out their court date, and we need to figure out a plan to out Shadow behind bars."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Freddy says to himself.

I will set you free Gold....even if it's the last thing I do...

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