Foxy X Chica

The Evil Within

[Foxy's POV]

I was always faster than Freddy, but he was stronger... So if he pinned me, I would be fresh meat. The sharp knife was still in the wall behind me. I quickly turned around and grabbed the hilt, and pulled as hard as I could.

I could hear footsteps coming this way. Come on fox, be stronger for once! The wall started to crack a little, as the knife came out of it. I turned around to find that Freddy wasn't even that close to me. Then what were those footsteps?

There was a faint 'WOOSH' sound in the background. Before I could turn around a pair of hands went around my throat. I caught a glimpse of a gold fabric on a sleeve. Shit.

"Well what do you know?" He said in a deep voice. It sounded like an adult who was about to give his child a spanking.

"Its my fake brother!" He said his voice slowly going up an octave. His hands were still around my throat, and now it was getting hard to breathe. I thought appeared in my head like a lightbulb going off, and I mentally slapped myself for being so dumb.

I jabbed the knife behind me with all my strength, to just be greeted with air. At least he stopped choking me... I dropped down to the floor, holding my ribcage tightly. Chica was looking at me in horror. What was she worried about? I just came back, I'm not going to die that quickly!

I looked around for Freddy and Gold. I saw Freddy about four feet in front of me, his eyes still red. I couldn't find Gold which was a big problem.

I stood back up shakily, and as soon as I did Freddy charged at me. To my advantage, I was also smarter than Freddy. I raised the knife in front of me, and he stopped running, landing a couple of inches before it.

I heard him growl, and a big hand grabbed mine. It was pulling my arm so hard, it was like Freddy was trying to pull my arm off! I can't let him get this knife though.

I pulled back with as much strength I could muster. I didn't get very far, as Freddy managed to pull the knife out of my hand. He raised the knife slowly into the air, like a villain in a movie would. But then also like a movie... I would have time to escape!

I rolled away, hearing a knife slash through the air. Wow, that could've been me... I stood up, staring Freddy down. His face didn't look much different except that his eyes seemed more soulless and endless.

He charged me again, this time with knife in hand, and tackled me to the ground. My head hit the cold marble floor, as a splitting head ache fled throughout my brain. I couldn't let that bring me down though...

The knife was getting dangerously close to my face now. My hand was tight around his wrist, trying to keep the knife back from my eyes. It scrapped across my index finger, a cut opening up and fresh crimson blood seeping out.

I tried to push it back, but Freddy was to strong. The knife moved closer and cut the palm of my hand. It went from end to end, a long cut opening up. The whole bottom half of my hand was now dripping with blood. It swirling around my hand, making beautiful patterns until it hits its final destination, the cold marble floor.

Freddy had a grin spread across his face, as the knife was only inches away from my face now. I had to think quick to survive now. The knife was at my nose, it scraped the top of it. Blood was dripping into my open, panting, mouth. I had to close it... The taste of blood was unbearable.

I tried to kick him. I brought my foot up to his crotch, and kicked with all my might. I head him grunt and he rolled off me. It wouldn't stop him for long...

I crawled along the floor to where he was now laying, created a trail of blood behind me. I slowly reached for the knife, and yanked it out of his hand. I didn't like killing people, but I had to to save Chica.

Instead of lifting the knife slowly over my head like Freddy did. I quickly brought it down where his heart should be, hoping that it would pierce his cold blooded heart. I hated the sound of flesh tearing, as more crimson started to flow out of him. To make sure that he was dead I pushed the knife deeper, causing him to make some weird noises before he went quiet.

There was a pool of blood on Freddy, and dripping next to him on the floor. I laid on my back, and breathed heavily. He was dead... Now Chica and I could leave...

I stood up, trying not to look at Freddy, as I walked over to Chica.

"We're finally getting out of here." I silently whispered to her. I grabbed her and hoisted her over my shoulder. I was almost at the door. I could see the sun poking through the dim colored door. We were finally going to leave!

"Not yet Fake Brother. Not yet..." Then a cackling laughter erupted through the pizzeria.