Foxy X Chica

Respawning

[Chica's POV]

"Chica?" I heard a voice whisper from Pirate's Cove. No... It couldn't be..... That's impossible... My mind would keep telling me. I saw Gold kill Foxy with my own eyes. I knew he was dead, and I just stood there. Watching him get beat up.

I heard a sigh coming from the same direction, as I heard footsteps down the hallway. The person who said my name finally appeared in front of me and looked down at Freddy's body.

I followed his gaze and got off of Freddy. The way I almost killed him reminded me of Freddy beating up Foxy. No, I will not be like that monster.... I told myself.

I finally got a good look at the person who said my name. He had dirty red hair as if he has been laying on the ground for a couple days. Ripped brown jeans, which looked like the same brand as Foxy's. He walked barefooted, but hand a hook on his left him, which was leaning against the wall.

It couldn't be Foxy. I mean it looked like him, exactly, but Foxy was dead. I let him die... tears slowly started to roll down my cheeks as the stranger started to look concerned for me.

He walked up to me, hugging me in a big bear hug. He kinda smelled faintly of dried blood... And sand? I tried to remember if we had any sand in the pizzeria to see if this was actually Foxy.

"Holy shit...." I muttered. Pirate's Cove! I remember when Foxy used to perform there. There was sand near the bottom of it, where the kids mostly played.

Was this man Foxy? It was not possible, but it could have been a miracle. All of this time he was still hugging me. I broke free and asked him the question that was on my mind.

"Do you know anyone named Foxy?" my voice suddenly came out. He looked surprised like the answer was blatantly obvious.

"Of course! I am Foxy, Chica," he said with no accent at all. Well, nice try. This isn't Foxy I concluded. At least not my Foxy. "What you don't believe me?" he said. He sounded surprised. Hurt even.

"You look like Foxy," I admitted, a smile appearing on his face like he accomplished something. "...but you don't act like Foxy." the smile hid itself from his face. Vanished like the wind.

He suddenly charged at me, his hands outstretched. It took my brain a second to comprehend what he was doing. His hands were around my neck in seconds. His nails sinking into my skin.

His eyes suddenly turned a reddish color. "Welcome to hell, bitch." was what he said. Who was this man?

I was gasping for air, my vision slowly blurring. I could hear him laughing like he was enjoying himself. This is where I was going to die. Ever since the really Foxy told me about Freddy's intentions of keeping us here, I was always afraid of this.

I didn't want to die to a fake Foxy though. I would regret this in the afterlife.

I pushed back with all of my strength. Just one finally push, I told myself. To show this fake that you are just not some dumb blonde!

I ended up pushing him back a couple of feet. A smile tugging at his lips, but not a smile you want to see. A really demented one.

He charged at me, a murderous smile on his face. I was ready to die. I did all that I could, and now was the time that I would be relieved. I could live with MY Foxy in heaven, not this fake. When he was a couple steps away from me, hands outstretched, a force suddenly rammed into him, saving my life.

I looked over to see who had saved my life. "You're welcome..." Bonnie grumbled.