Foxy X Chica

Knives and Blood

[Chica's POV]

I stared in horror as Bonnie flung the knife. To my surprise it actually hit the guy in the face. He stumbled back a couple of inches and grinned.... Wait grinned? He slowly reached up and grabbed the hilt of the knife. The sounded of flesh tearing was unthinkable. He dragged the knife down his face, and then out of this head. He grinned his malicious grin, and pointed the knife towards Bonnie.

I knew what was going to happen next. I tried to close my eyes, but they stayed open, watching, staring. Bonnie looked over at me in terror, tears slowly running down her face as she knew that she was about to die.

Fake Foxy licked the blood stained knife, tasting his own bloody body. He shivered a little bit as the knife slowly cut his tongue, now coating the knife in more crimson blood.

He approached Bonnie, slowly, enjoying the time he had towards her inevitable death. Once he got an inch away from her, he stared directly into her red eyes, and dug the knife deep into her chest.

He pushed harder on the knife as it sank into Bonnie's skin, tearing it apart to reach its target. I heard the faint sound of popping, as blood exploded onto Bonnie's now dark soaked purple button down shirt. Again I tried closing my eyes from this horrible sight, but they just kept watching.

Bonnie fell limp onto the ground as blood drained out of her body, and onto the dark red stage. I tried to convince myself that she was alive.... That she was just sleeping, but my mind told me differently.

The man I so despised now turned to me grinning, that murderous intent still on his pale skinned face. I couldn't move anything on my body. It simply wasn't working anymore. Both of my arms were practically dead, and the rest of my body wouldn't cooperate.

I needed to avenge Bonnie... The thought rang through my head. But how? There was no way I was getting out of here... My only hope was that a miracle will come along and save me.

Fake Foxy was still approaching me. Blood dripped out of his mouth and onto his chin. His teeth stained red with human blood from where he had bitten Bonnie. I cried softly. I didn't know what to do anymore... Any attempt would be useless... My survival chances were slim to none. I was dead...

"Helllloooo Princess!" He said in his disgusting voice. He dragged out the l and the o, just wanting me to be afraid of him when a thought crossed my mind. If I was really his princess, than he wouldn't kill me right?

I took my chances and slowly closed my eyes. Ready for what might or might not come. I could hear my heart pounding against my chest rapidly, like it was trying to escape from my ribcage. To be honest I probably would to.

He got closer to me and..... Pulled out my gag? I was so shocked that I didn't even want to say anything now that I could talk. He stared at me with those beautiful.... No..... He was not Foxy. His gold eyes were really cute, but this man was a psychopathic murderer.

He suddenly grabbed my mouth, with his bloodied hands, and forced it open. I quickly tried to close it, but her shoved his wretched knife in there. I relaxed my mouth muscles, knowing if I made one wrong move..... I would be getting a knife to the throat.

He stepped back and chuckled, admiring his work. Fake Foxy silently walked over to the wall, where he brutally murdered Bonnie, and leaned softly against it. Crossing his arms over one another smugly.

There was a sharp pain inside my mouth, and I tried to scream. The knife wobbled inside and cut my left cheek... Blood seeping inside my mouth. It couldn't come out, so I had to swallow it.

It was really spicy, like I just ate an family's worth of Taco Bell. The taste danced around my stomach in little butterflies. Would it be bad if I said that it didn't taste horrible... My spirit depleted... I didn't know what I was going to do with myself even if I did get out of this mess.

I was seriously out of ideas. I didn't know what to do anymore... Bonnie was dead, Foxy was dead, and Freddy.... Wait? Freddy was knocked out in the corner, I remembered. Knocked out..... But still alive. He was my last hope.... I'm dead.......

As soon as I thought that, Freddy slightly moved in the corner, getting Fake Foxy's attention. He stopped leaning against the wall and walked over to Freddy. He lifted his boot up, getting ready to stomp on Freddy's head, when he rolled out of the way.

Huh? What the fuck is he thinking? He stood up and, sadly, first looking in Bonnie's direction. Tears slightly rolling down his cheeks as he stared at Bonnie's mangled corpse. Then his mood changed rapidly, as he clenched his hands into fists, growled, and charged towards Fake Foxy.