Chica's POV

A couple of weeks had passed, and Chica was getting worried.

They'd all been listening to the news as much as they could, and there was no confirmation of where Jonathan was. No major attacks. No sightings. Just political problems and maybe a few mentions of Jonathan, but no recent events. 

And tomorrow was Christmas.

Chica felt the nostalgia fluttering within her. She hadn't actually celebrated Christmas since she was eleven or twelve. Last time Christmas came around, they were all stuck in a simulation. They could celebrate it in Ben's house.

What if this was a part of Jonathan's plan? Luring them into a false sense of security and suddenly striking once again? They couldn't drop their guard like that, and that was one of Chica's worst fears. 

Chica turned around from the window and walked into the kitchen, seating herself down. It was snowing outside, and it had piled up quite a bit. Maybe they could go out and make snow angels or something. Or they could build a snowman. She turned around to the group, who all were through a door behind Chica listening to the radio as usual.

"Hey guys," Chica called. Foxy and Bonnie turned around to face her, but Freddy still listened to the radio with Fred. "Do you wanna build a snowman? There's a lot of snow outside, so maybe we could do that before Christmas tomorrow."

Bonnie seemed to shiver a little. "Those words seem to chill me. I don't know why, but it's like I've heard that phrase a billion times."

"What phrase?" Chica asked.

"Do you wanna build a snowman? I don't know, but . . . anyways, that would be fun." She turned to Foxy. "Do you wanna . . . uh . . . go outside and make three giant snowballs, one smaller than the other two, and stack them on top of each other?"

"That would be fun, but we don't know when Jonathan is going to attack," Foxy said.

Chica laughed. She put on a phony British accent and straightened her posture. "Well, the devil with Jonathan! Let us all go and have some fun!"

Foxy and Bonnie giggled in unison. "Alright, fine. We'll have to get some good clothes to go out in the snow in."

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After an hour in the snow, they'd finally finished building their snowman. It was a lot harder than they'd expected it to be. They even started questioning if they'd done it right.

"Alright, that was fun," Foxy said with a sigh. "Let's blow it up."

Chica looked at him with shock. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean . . . this should be a great way to get some training. We can build a giant army of snowmen and see how fast we can blast them all. And it'll be good to learn how to efficiently build a snowman."

Bonnie laughed. "Alright, then I guess we'd better get to work. I think it's about three o' clock, so we have about seven hours to do this."

They agreed to start working, and they did. Foxy rolled up a big ball of snow in a matter of ten minutes, but Bonnie and Chica already had their balls of snow all built up by then. Bonnie stacked hers on top of Foxy's and helped Bonnie stick the last one on top.

"Alright, let's move onto the next one! We did that in about fifteen minutes," Foxy observed. 

Chica sighed. "This is a bit tiring."

"Fighting Jonathan is tiring," Bonnie huffed. 

Chica clenched her fists and relaxed them in fake agitation. "Then let's get moving."

In the next hour, they were able to construct another five snowmen with a five minute break somewhere in the middle of it all. They went inside and made a little hot cocoa after they built all the snowmen. They were ready to build a couple more and then start training once they were all done.

"Hey, why aren't you guys tracking Jonathan?" Freddy barked from the other room.

"We're training outside," Chica said with a laugh. It was only partially true. 

"You blasting open the backyard or something?" Freddy asked. "That won't help us unless we're trying to save another helpless child from the ground."

"No, we're building snowmen and seeing how fast we can destroy them," Foxy pointed out.

Freddy rolled his eyes and continued conversing with Fred over the radio. Chica smiled a little and rolled her eyes as well.

"Let's go. We've got some snowmen to blast open."

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By 7:00, the kids had about ten snowmen placed in uneven patterns all across the yard. Once they had done this, they decided to change the game. Foxy decided that he would duck and hide behind snowmen, sending small shocks of energy at Bonnie. It would only be enough to stun her, but it would create a good simulation for what was to come. Bonnie would try and spot Foxy and send a small shock at Foxy, ultimately "killing" him. Chica stood on the top of the playground like a tower, watching all the action unfold.

"We ready?" Chica called. "Remember, Bonnie: if you get hit by Foxy, you're dead. Same goes for you, Foxy."

Bonnie visibly shivered. "Alright, then. Let's go."

Chica raised a hand into the air, three fingers held out.

Two fingers.

One finger.

Closed fist.

Chica watched in utter silence as Foxy ducked behind a snowman, carefully watching Bonnie. Bonnie kept a low stance as she silently moved through the yard, snow crushing under her feet.

Bonnie threw out her hand and sent a bright shock at a snowman, immediately throwing chunks of snow through the air. Some of it peppered the other snowmen, weakening them slightly. Foxy cringed slightly. 

He threw his hand out in Bonnie's direction, a small shock flying at her. As though she had eyes in the back of her head, Bonnie spun around and flicked a small shock at Foxy's. The two shocks collided and disappeared.

Immediately, Bonnie sent out an even larger shock at the snowman Foxy hid behind. The snowman exploded into chunks. Steam filled the air where the snowman once was. Steam so thick that Chica couldn't see through it. She looked closely and saw a small silhouette of a boy dashing nimbly out of the way.

Bonnie walked toward the large wall of smoke slowly, hands out and ready to fire. The smoke still hadn't cleared, but it was enough to see that Foxy wasn't there. 

Suddenly, Bonnie sent out massive shocks at many snowman, each one exploding into steam and snow chunks. After a few seconds, five snowmen were down, leaving only three (Because of the ones she had destroyed prior). 

But the shocks of energy didn't stop. They just kept getting stronger. So strong that it eventually lengthened into a wide stream of shock. The entire backyard was a steaming mess of snow, illuminated by purple light. 

The stream of energy began to whip around, ropelike. It flung around and shattered two more silhouettes of snowmen. A third silhouette stood there, like a final survivor. A fourth ran away from the scene, and a fifth held a glowing, glistening whip of purple light. 

The steam cleared after a minute or so, and Chica could see Foxy hiding behind the final snowman. Bonnie slowly approached it, a funny look in her eyes. 

"Alright, Foxy," Bonnie cooed. "You can come out now."

Foxy hesitated for a moment before standing up from behind the snowman, his eyes wide with shock. 

That was when he collapsed, revealing a massive laceration smoking from his arm and sliced open coat.

Chica's stomach turned. "Oh, my--" She whipped around and zipped down the slide, stumbling through the fog and rushing toward Foxy. "Foxy! Foxy!" she screamed.

Bonnie's whip had dissolved. She had turned into a sobbing mess, grabbing Foxy's trembling arm and holding him in her arms. 

"It's just--it's just a small wound. It just hurts a lot, you'll--you'll be fine, I promise. I promise it, Foxy," Bonnie bumbled. 

Chica screamed to the inside of the house, "FREDDY! FRED! GET YOUR SORRY LITTLE SELVES OUT HERE THIS INSTANT! WE NEED HELP!"

After a few moments, Freddy and Fred were rushing out, showering the scene with, "What happened?" and "Get him inside."

As they were carrying Foxy inside, Chica couldn't help but feel like Jonathan could have been watching them, grinning as he decided what their fates would be in this moment of desperation.

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When Chica woke up the next morning, she didn't even realize for a minute or two that it was Christmas morning. The holiday was finally here. For a moment, she thought about presents under the tree and singing Christmas carols, but she suddenly remembered Foxy and his horrible injury.

She groggily got up and headed down the stairs, looking in the living room. Foxy was on a couch, peacefully dozing off. His arm was all bandaged up and he almost looked drunk. Not like someone who had been partying all night, but like a pirate.

Foxy the Pirate, Chica thought with a small grin. That sounds funny.

She looked at the clock and found that it was noon. How was everyone else still sleeping? It was Christmas morning!

No matter about that. Chica walked right into the living room and sat herself down on a sofa, looking outside. It had snowed quite a bit the night before, so all of the crumbled snow on the ground looked smoothed over and almost even. Chica didn't want to think about the day before. Just today and what it would have in store for them.

Footsteps from upstairs echoed through the house. Chica watched as Freddy and Bonnie walked downstairs together, their hair in sleepy halos around their heads.

"Murryyy . . . Christmuss . . ." Freddy slobbed groggily. 

Bonnie stumbled down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, sitting down on a stool. "Ugggh . . . I'm so tired right now. We stayed up all night trying to find some bandages for Foxy. And what did you do, Chica? Go right to bed?"

"Don't get mad at me over something like that," Chica scolded. "I was tired and dazed from seeing you nearly whip Foxy's arm off. It's not my fault that happened."

"You were the one who decided that we should go outside and build snowmen," Bonnie said.

"You were the one who decided that we should destroy the snowmen," Chica retorted.

"No, that was Foxy--" Bonnie countered.

"Ladies!" Freddy shouted. "Let's just enjoy a nice Christmas together, alright? Let's just not think about Jonathan or how Foxy almost lost his arm. It's Christmas and we shouldn't be fighting. It's Merry Christmas. Not Hey, let's blame each other for our friends almost lost arm Christmas. So, let's just relax and--"

"Before you kids do that," another voice cut in. Chica looked up and saw Fred standing at the top of the stairs, fear glistening in his eyes, "I must inform you of something terrible."

"What?" Freddy asked.

"Listen." Fred set the radio on the counter and twisted the knob, the volume rising.

". . . have identified him as the same man that attempted to attack New York. He was spotted in San Francisco with a massive wall of water from the ocean behind him. The town is being attacked by this man's animatronic animals. Police have made valiant efforts to stop the man, but he seems to be unstoppable. The city is being evacuated, but there's no telling what the fate of San Francisco will be."

Fred turned off the radio and looked up at the kids. "He's using the power of the ocean to threaten the city. I believe he's trying to lure you guys in and make you try and stop him. We can't let this go unnoticed."

"So we have to go to San Francisco? This sounds much worse than New York," Freddy said.

"Indeed, it is. We can hold Jonathan off, maybe make him flee, but we cannot give up. I deeply apologize that your Christmas needed to be interrupted by this lunatic, but we must go."

Chica nodded. "Alright, but what about Foxy?"

"He may need to stay here, but he is one of our most powerful assets. This is a problem indeed." Fred passed the kids and approached Foxy on the couch. "Oh, Foxy. You've been listening, I believe."

"Yup," a groggy voice replied. "And I want to go. I'm angry right now, though I don't sound like it. Please, let me come with you. I need to fight Jonathan."

Fred looked up at the rest of the group. "Should we let him?"

Chica looked down for a moment. If Foxy went, he would most certainly be killed. He wasn't in a condition to fight, and his powers may have been interrupted by his injury. 

But they didn't know for sure, and they needed Foxy.

"Let him come with us," Chica insisted. "We need him. We need him just as much as we need Bonnie or Freddy, or you, Fred. Let him with us."

"Yeah," Foxy echoed. "I want to fight."

Fred sighed and hesitated for a moment. He then nodded. "We don't have any time to waste. We'll let Foxy come with us, but," he turned to Foxy, "you will need to flee if you receive even the slightest of injuries. Find a safe place and wait there, alright?"

Foxy shuffled off of the couch, his long red hair twisting and curling everywhere across his head. "Alright. Don't want anyone to die, right?"

Fred reached out into the air and opened one more portal.

(A/N: I haven't had a chance to ask you guys many questions, but I want to ask you these questions:

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I love each and every one of you! You are my favorite people other than my friends in real life and my family, but you all are amazing! Hope you had a great Christmas and not the cruddy one these guys have, heh.

Thank you and have a lovely day!)