"It has to be him just being his usual self, yanno? Grumpy. Right?" Toy Bonnie said. "I don't think so," Toy Chica says. She looks at the kitchen door and turns into her human form. The others followed suit. "I'm going to go see if he's ok." Toy Chica started off towards the kitchen. "I-I," Chica stutters. Toy Chica stops and looks back at her. In her purple eyes, Toy Chica saw something. Toy Chica studied her for a bit before realizing that Chica must know. She must know whats wrong.
Toy Chica cocked her head to the side. "Yes?" Chica looks at her friend. A moment of understanding flashed between them. Chica shook her head. Toy Chica turned back around and continued to the kitchen. She stood on her tippie toes and look through the window. All she could see were Freddy's blue eyes glowing in the dark. He didn't see her. Toy Chica took a deep breath and walked inside. Freddy's head shot up quickly. Toy Chica stopped, the doors closing behind her.
Freddy's eyes looked at her, shock and anger in them. He looked back, fear and uncertainty in her's. Toy Chica put her hands up and said, "It's just me. I... just want to talk." Freddy said nothing. "No one else will come in here." She picked up a broom next to her and slipped it into the kitchen door handles, locking it. "I just... want to check on you..." Toy Chica was admittedly nervous. If she was going to be honest, Freddy kinda intimidated her. Toy Chica turned to him and asked, "C-can I turn the lights on?" "No," Freddy said immediately. Toy Chica nodded and walked closer. She could just scarcely see him.
He was leaning up against the counter in his human form. Toy Chica saw his clothes torn and dark stains on his clothes. She knew exactly what it was: blood. His sleeved were rolled up and his arms were scratched and bleeding. All that was in between them was the kitchen isle. "Wh-what happened?" She asked, pointing to his clothes. Freddy took his eyes off of her for the first time since she entered and looked at himself. Without looking at her, he said, "Wolf."
"You ran into a wolf? Where were you?" "The woods. For the most part." Toy Chica nodded. She was afraid to ask the big question: Why? Why didyou run away? Toy Chica gulped and looked up at him, into his eyes. Instead of asking that, she decided to ask this: "Are you okay Freddy?" Freddy was surprised; that's not the question he was expecting. "I..." he turned his head away. "I'm fine." "No, you're not. What's wrong?"
Freddy crossed his arms. He looked back at her and into her eyes. Her dark blue eyes were filled with concern. She helped Mangle. She comforted Foxy after that fight in 87. Maybe.. just... maybe... Freddy sighed. He took his hat off and strolled around the isle and to the door. Toy Chica turned around and followed his movements. Freddy turned off his night vision and turned the lights on.
Toy Chica winced slightly, but then stared at Freddy. He was covered in his own blood. "Can I trust you?" Freddy asks. "Wh-what?" "Can. I. Trust. You?" "Yes," Toy Chica answers. Freddy looks over his shoulder and out the window. The others are sitting in the dining room. It doesn't seem like they're talking much. Freddy looks at Toy Chica. "Elaborate your question."
Toy Chica and Freddy make eye contact. The few times in the past this happened, Toy Chica always saw something more than the angry, grumpy, bear. She saw the slightest hint of hurt in his crystal blue eyes. Pain, sorrow. Guilt. But for what? Toy Chica thinks about what question she should ask first before finally deciding. "What happened to you? Not in the forrest, not while you ran away, but before all of this. Before Freddy. Who are you? Who are you really?"
~~~~small timeskip~~~~
Freddy had explained everything. Toy Chica was happy he finally opened up to someone. They ended up sitting across from each other in the floor. "Sometimes I wonder what a-all of you think. You don't hate me, right?" Toy Chica shakes her head. "Of course not Charlie. Of course not. We're friends." "I know some of you are sc-scared of me. Don't try to hide that fact." "I won't." "I just don't know how to stop. H-how to stop pushing people away and how to stop being so angry," Freddy says, face streaked with tears.
"You can talk to me. When you get in this mood of 'I don't want to be around others', remember this conversation and how it helped you. You got to ignore that little feeling," Toy Chica advises. Freddy wiped his face on his sleeve. They made eye contact again and he suddenly hugged her. Toy Chica was stunned by surprise for a moment before hugging back.
When they stopped hugging, they both saw that Toy Chica was now covered in blood. "Sorry," Freddy said. "Its ok," Toy Chica says, smiling at him. Freddy couldn't help but to smile back. He stood up, and lent his hand to her. "Thank you," Toy Chica says. "Your welcome," Freddy responds. Toy Chica removes the broom from the doors and they step out, Freddy hesitantly.
"Oh my gosh!" Chica exclaims, seeing the blood. She and Mari run over. "What happened to you?" Mari asked, starting to heal him. Freddy's ears lowered a bit and he looked away. He didn't answer. Toy Chica looked at Mari and shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. "What-" Chica started, but Toy Chica gave her the same look. Chica didn't try to ask again. Once Mari finished healing Freddy, and removed the blood from Toy Chica's clothes as well. "Can you tell me what happened" Mari asks. Toy Chica steps in between Freddy and Mari. "No, he can't," she says, crossing her arms. "Why?" "Because, if he wanted to talk about it, he would've an hour ago," Toy Chica says.
Toy Chica drags Freddy away from Mari. "So he won't say why?" Toy Bonnie asks. "Nope! And you aren't allowed to ask him!" Toy Chica announces. Toy Chica looks at Freddy and nods. He then walks off to the stage, but walks past it. He pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks Henry's office, stepping in. He had told her about that too- him helping Henry and how Henry gave him a key to the office. "Can we ask about-?" Toy Bonnie starts. "Nope!" "Can you at least tell us!" No!" Toy Chica exclaims, arms crossed, " I won't tell you, and he won't tell you! Stop asking!" Toy Bonnie rolls his eyes and says, "Whatever dude."
"Stop being so pushy!" Mangle says, looking at Toy Bonnie, punching him in the shoulder. His eyes widen and he grasps his shoulder. Bonnie snickers at this. Toy Chica walks over to the stage and goes behind the curtains. She finds a floor board different from the rest: The stage is dark brown, except for this floorboard: it's lighter. Toy Chica lifts it up and finds her pink bag, just where Henry told her it was. She lifts it up and out of the stage. She fished her diary and pen and, and begins to write.
May 19th, 1997,
Dear diary,
Wow, it's been a while! I had to stop writing because we got taken away. Mangle accidentally killed someone, and for the next 10 years, we've lived with Henry. But we're back now! Freddy ran away, but Henry brought him back. He was attacked by a wolf in the woods. I talked to him after he came back, but Ican't tell you anything about what he talked about. I promised not to tell anyone. But we're back! And we have our own stage!
Toy Chica proceeds to draw out the map of the building in her diary.
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I'm so happy to be back! I missed my bff Chica so much! I'm going to get her to tell me what's been happening for the past 10 years. Bye!
