-Freddy looked all over for Bonnie, but he couldn't find him. He looked in the kitchen, the office, the back, the closets, the bathrooms, and even Foxy's cove. Nowhere. He knew there was one way that Bonnie always showed up, though: first thing in the stiff wooden chair at the start of the day. If Freddy had to be killed or attacked to get back, he knew what he had to do. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen, but then he realized how gruesome that would be, so he put the knife back. Chica looked up at him with curious eyes.
Chica: KFC?
-Freddy sighed.
Freddy: No, Chica. No KFC.
-Freddy looked back at the knife and figured that if he was always attacked by the security guard thing every time before he was sent back, then that would probably be the only way. He would just have to wait. He looked down at the fridge.
Freddy: Want some... KFC...?
-Chica hopped up and down.
Chica: KFC!!! CHICA FREDDY KFC!!!!
-She panted and ran around in circles. He made his way over to the fridge and pulled out frozen KFC leftovers. He pulled out a piece of KFC, cut it with the knife, and stuck it in the microwave on a paper plate. He set the time for 15 seconds and waited. He then realized, about 5 seconds in, that the knife he used was made of metal and he had stuck it in the microwave. He could've sworn that the knife he had used was plastic, but it was too late. The chicken soon caught on fire and it spread to the sides. Freddy, panicked, ran over to the microwave and practically punched the STOP button. It stopped, but it had already spread. He could hear the buzzing of broken circuits as he ran for the fire extinguisher and pointed it at the microwave. Before he could press the handle, the microwave exploded with sparks of various colors and dark red flames. Freddy was blasted back into the wall, losing grasp of the fire extinguisher. Instead of stopping at the wall, he went straight through the wall, and tumbled onto the outside sidewalk. He kept rolling until he was practically in the middle of the street. Everything hurt.
Freddy: AGH!!
-He was barely able to move his arm. He pushed it down onto the asphalt, but it wasn't strong enough to support him and he stumbled downwards.
Freddy: Oh my gosh...
-He looked at the streetlights above him, then at two bright lights coming towards him at a faster speed. The lights were connected to what seemed to be a car, which looked rusty and trashed. However, the car didn't stop. Before it got too close, he got a glimpse of the driver. He saw a familiar head. A head with a paper plate on top. The car kept going until he could feel the tires crush down on his back at a strangely strong force.
Freddy: AHHHHH!!!
-The pain faded out to a light pain in his back. He was back in the wooden chair, which to be honest, hurt his back when he sat in it for a while. He rubbed it dizzily. He sighed, which sounded more like a grunt. His heart was still racing and his adrenaline was going off like an alarm clock. He looked up to see two tall purple ears above him.
Bonnie: What's wrong, Freddles? You look like you've just been run over by a car!
-Freddy didn't want to answer that. The excruciating exertion of a car's wheels pushing into your back wasn't exactly his idea pleasant.
Bonnie: Sorry, gotta be right back. I have to feed Chica.
-He took a few steps, then turned back.
Bonnie: Why don't you go check on Foxy?
-Bonnie seemed to smirk as he turned away from Freddy and jogged over to the kitchen. Freddy instantly hopped up from the chair and ran over to Foxy's cove. He threw the curtains open. Taylor Swift wasn't there this time, but Foxy was in the middle of the cove. In the dark. All alone. In a ball. On the floor.
Freddy: Foxy! I...
-Freddy stopped himself to realize that Foxy seemed to be crying. He stepped up on the podium. And slowly approached him.
Freddy: Foooooxyyyy...? You okay, bud?
-He just called Foxy "bud". Wow. Foxy wiped his snout with his hand as he turned around. He had a red face and teary eyes (although they were robots and they couldn't produce tears.) Foxy stood up and faced Freddy. He looked him right in the eye.
Foxy: Freddy, I need you to kill me. I know too much, and if you don't kill me, then he certainly will, and it'll send me through this same loop again! Please, Freddy, please!
-Foxy sounded desperate. He couldn't just kill Foxy! Although it wouldn't matter because he would return, Foxy's present emotions still mattered.
Freddy: Foxy, there is no way I'm going to kill you. Or anyone for that matter. Just calm down and tell me what's wrong.
-Foxy took a few deep breaths.
Foxy: I can't do this, Freddy, I can't do this!
-Foxy grabbed his head like he had a migraine.
Freddy: Do What?
Foxy: I can't save you. Or Chica. Or Bonnie.
Freddy: Isn't Bonnie... on the security guard's side?
Foxy: Yes, but he has danger coming. He is in more danger than you are!
-Foxy wiped his snout again.
Foxy: A-and if I can't save you and Bonnie, then I need you to kill me.
Freddy: Foxy, you're not making any sense. No one needs to die because of this stupid kerfuffle.
-Foxy sniffed and looked up at him. He was clearly just overreacting to this whole thing. Right? This whole "kill me" thing just came out of nowhere! Foxy looked extremely hesitant.
Foxy: I-I guess you're right... But how're we gonna to do this?
-Freddy grinned.
Freddy: We'll find Bonnie.
