Foxy X Chica

Bitter Sweet Reunion

A/N:

Ok so before this part starts I am just going to say I am not feeling well. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden I feel really sick. So if there is a lot of typos in this chapter, or if it's not as good... Yeah. I hope you enjoy regardless. SecretAgentFox signing out!

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[Foxy's POV]

Did it work? Or were they lying?

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I did was look at my stomach. I winced slightly at wwhat I saw, but it didn't matter right now. My whole stomach was stitched up and was covered in white gauze.

I looked around me and saw blood everywhere. I didn't really know what was going on, but it didn't look good. It looked like I was in Pirate's Cove, or what used to be Pirate's Cove. It was now trashed. Everything was thrown around into all different corners of the room, and the horrible stench of blood was everywhere.

What did he do to Chica?

As soon as my mind thought that I tried to stand up to get to her. I tried pushing myself up, but I fell down and hit my head on the blood stained wood.

My mind was racing. There were so many questions I want answers to. So many people I want to actually talk to again. My inner rambling was disrupted by an high pitched scream. I NEEDED to get there, wherever there was.

I eventually got my self up. Now I was standing in the midddle of Pirate's Cove when a thought crossed my mind. Do I know how to walk?

I tried moving a leg in front of me, but I ended up falling again. The impact to my face ddidn't matter anymore. This pain was nothing against what I went through to be here.

I put both hands on the ground, like I was about to do push-ups, and step by step pulled myself back onto my feet. Another scream. This was getting serious... I put one foot in front of me, and this time I didn't fall. I started walking slow then slowly sped up when I got the rythm again.

I reached the curtains of Pirate's Cove. I peeked out to dee if anybody was around here, but I saw nothing. One foot at a time Foxy... I reminded myself, almost falling over again.

I looked around the pizzeria. It was way different. As soon as I stepped out of the Cove, all along the walls were blood stains. On the floor there was faint footprints and more blood. So much blood...

I got to the kitchen without seeing anyone. I could now hear heavy breaths coming from the room over. I silently cursed under my breath, I was hoping that she would be in the kitchen. At least she is in the next room over.

I approached the door with caution, my hand trembling near the door knob. I was not prepared for what I was about to see. I slowly gripped the door knob and lightly tugged at it. The door slowly creeked open and revealed Freddy and Chica.

The scene slowly sunk into my brain... Freddy was standing over Chica with my other personality's knife in hand. His eye were red, and his hands were covered in blood. I thought he was helping Chica.

Both of Chica's arms were useless now. They were covered in blood all the way down to her hands. You couldn't even see the color of her skin on her arms. He eyes were darting around crazily, like she was looking for something. Her clothes were torn in some places, and like I thought... Had blood all over them.

Chica's crazy eyes landed on me and she stopped struggling. Freddy saw her stop, and looked over in my direction. His smile dropped as he saw me, and he dropped his hands.

"What are y-you doi-doing F-Fox?" He said, stumbling across his words like his speech was broken. Chica looked terrified as well, like this was all new to her. I had to think this one out carefully. Any wrong response, and I would be getting a knife to the head.

When I thought about it. Didn't Chica leave me to die? Wasn't she the one who said that she liked me, then turned her back on me. Why was I even helping her! I got killed because of her!

Because you love her, my mind responded with. Then my whole body stopped. Did I seriously just think that? My mind kept pondering this question, and I didn't notice Freddy was getting angrier.

I was thinking about Chica when a knife whizzed by my head, almost hitting me in the eye. Well... My brain thought. It's time to finally defeat Freddy Fazbear!