Captain Foxy: A FNAF Story

Chapter 10: Yellow

There is no wedding.

"For anyone involved in the murder last night, we wanted to inform you that Vincent has pulled through. However, when we went to inform Foxy, we found him lay in a pool of his own blood."

Those were the words of the island spokesperson three months ago when Chica found out her fiancé was dead. Of course, the members of his crew that were in his cell were blamed for his death.

That just left Chica, Mangle, BB, Exo, Beth, and the Phone Guy. The detective stayed with them and helped them on their journeys since the departure of Fright Island.

"Well, Captain Chica", Exo said, "I know you're certain and all that your fiance is dead, but I think we should at least check back at Fright Island."

Chica stared.

"Ye shall not tell me what to do. What I do is my choice and ye have no impact on that. I'm ta captain now."

The whole crew gasped.

"Chica", Mangle said with surprise, "what happened to your accent? It's not British now, it's just sort of sailor."

"Leave me alone, lass. I'll be goin' to ma room."

Chica went downstairs to the Captain's quarters, not saying a word to anyone else for the next hour.

Wait, she thought to herself, this- this isn't right.

There had to have been a wedding.

I know right?, Chica said to the voice in her head, Foxy couldn't have just died.

Look around the room, Chica.

Nothing's right here- my jewelry box is in entirely the wrong place-

Look closer. What's really wrong here?

Foxy. He's not here. That's what's wrong.

Exactly. Tell the others. You'll figure out what to do next.

Chica was dreaming, she knew that now, but if she was dreaming why would she tell the others? Figments of her imagination wouldn't know what to do. But, of course- this voice that have been telling her the days until the wedding was probably just- a figment of her imagination also...

No, she told the voice, you won't tell me what to do. I'll find a way to wake up on my own.

I am the author of this story, Chica.  A story you can't control.

Well then, author, wake me up.

I will, but you need to talk to the others first.

Why?  What does it matter?  They're probably just fake, like you.

Goodbye Chica, I've been guiding you through this whole five-minute dream which has seemed like three months.  You're on your own now.  I know you can be smart enough to make the right decision.

I know I'm smart enough not to trust you, Chica said to the "author".

Chica looked around the room, looking for something or some way to wake herself up.  She knew that nothing would really make a difference, however.  She was in a dream, and no one can control their dreams.  At least- that's what she thought.  That was when she remembered something that Carl had told her about back at Port Fazbear.  He said he was trying something called "lucid dreaming".  A dream which one could control, just by knowing they were in a dream.  So, of course, Chica tried it.

She tried to imagine that Carl was right in front of her, talking about lucid dreaming in the center of Port Fazbear.  Sure enough, she was no longer on the ship.  She had teleported.  Then, of course, she imagined what she needed the most in the world right now.  She imagined that Foxy was there too, enjoying a conversation with Carl and herself.  Then, out of no where, Vincent ran up behind Foxy and stabbed him in the heart.

"Noooo!", she screamed.

This feeling of terror woke her up.

Author's Note: I don't really like FNAF anymore, so this will probably be the second to last chapter in the story.  Sorry if you enjoyed it (I don't know if anyone's still around, it's been a while), but I feel like it's time to move on and finish this story.

Wait, I thought you were gone, I mean, I'm not asleep anymore, right?