Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon (FNAF)

Why Me?

"Chica?"

"Hmm?" She responded from in front of the door.

"I have a surprise for you, would you like to see?"

"No, that's okay. I'll stay here."

Freddy walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and nudged her. "C'mon," he suggested with a smile. She looked up at him and nodded. They walked back to the dining hall together. The voices of Bonnie and Foxy could be heard.

"Is that?" She asked with a smile. Freddy nodded. She ran to where the voices were heard and stopped in the doorway.

Foxy turned to face her, "Aye, there's me first mate."

"Foxy!" Chica ran to him. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. "I missed you," she whispered into his ear. He lightly smiled and set her down. Chica rambled on and on about everything that he had missed when he was behind the curtain. She told him all about the note on the door and reminded him of some good times they had before 87. Soon, Foxy's smile began to fade and Bonnie took notice.

"Hey Chica! Why don't you go help Freddy in the kitchen?" Bonnie asked.

She looked at Foxy, he nodded with a smile. She got off her chair and danced to the kitchen. Bonnie followed her and looked back just before he left. Foxy mouthed, "Thank you."

Foxy now sat alone in the dining hall. He got up from his chair and began walking around the pizzeria. He moved slowly and smoothly, taking notice of every detail. The tables were still set as if the place had never shut down. His paws ran along the walls. Soon, he found himself in the hallway. He reread all of the newspaper articles that hung throughout the building. When he reached the front door he took notice of the bright pink paper on the glass. The street lights shown through the print and allowed him to read it. They really were going to open. Foxy stepped back, his mind sparked. This really was to happen. He rushed back to Pirate's Cove. After he hopped on the stage he stood and looked out. He could picture the kids running throughout the room, pizza in parents hands, balloons tied to the walls, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica wandering, music pouring through speakers. Then he heard, "Mom, look at his funny mouth." He reached up his paw and felt his broken jaw. "He's so stupid looking." He fell backwards. He sat up and put his head on his knees. When he looked up he saw a spot of red on the stage. His paw slowly ran over it. He quickly got up and ran behind the curtain. Steam began to flood out of his neck. He stuck his hook into the wall and dragged it down. He ripped it out and paint chips fell all over the floor. He kicked the old props table over, and his fur stood up on his back. He grabbed his ears and tightly held onto them as he threw himself into the wall over and over again. "Why?" he screamed. "Why me?" He sat down in the middle of the room and curled up into a ball. He ripped his hook off then tossed it at the curtain, it clanked when it the floor. The hard wood rubbed against the metal that stuck out on the back of his leg. He laid down and flipped a switch on his back.