Chica's POV

"I like the outfit that Bonnie put him into," Freddy said, his gaze locked onto the glass door in the back of Ben's house. Chica followed his gaze and saw Ben's bright blue outfit. It was baggy on him, as he had lost weight in the past few months, but it looked great on Ben.

She smirked a little. Ben's hair was way long. He looked a bit strange with that long hair. Hopefully they could get it cut before they went anywhere. This house they were at was their safe haven. Jonathan couldn't find them here.

"Why are they still in there?" Foxy asked, lazily swinging on the swing.

Chica shrugged. "Let's go in and see. Bonnie's probably just keeping the poor kid company."

"I hope he doesn't go through what he already has gone through," Fred added. "That boy has experienced too much. It is best that we keep him safe."

"When we all have to leave to go figure stuff out about Jonathan, he needs to stay here. We know that time is gonna come, so he needs to stay . . ." Freddy's voice trailed off as the back door opened and Bonnie's face peered out.

"We've got food!" she called out. "Come inside so we can eat." The door shut.

Chica hopped off of her swing, a sudden feeling to sprint across the yard darting through her limbs. "Race y'all!" she yelled, and she took off.

She knew that Foxy would win the race, as he was the fastest. She dashed across the yard quickly, feeling Foxy and Freddy on her heels. 

Suddenly, everything went colorless and blank. The world swirled around as she tripped over simple nothingness. Then, everything lit up once again and she was spat out onto the ground. Chica found herself back where the playground was, Foxy and Freddy right next to her.

She shook the dizziness off and looked up at the front porch, seeing Fred there with a small smile.

"Fred!" she yelled, scrambling to her feet. "Don't do that!"

"Alright, children," Fred laughed. "Come on, now. There's food."

"Thank you," Chica said exasperated. She walked forward, suddenly seeing another portal open up in front of her. There were two others next to it as well, for Freddy and Foxy. She stepped right through it.

Chica found herself in the kitchen, the savory aroma of spaghetti and sauce and chicken entering her nose. She smiled at the smell.

"Mmm," she said hazily. "Smells great."

"Thanks," a raspy voice answered. Ben. "I made it myself."

Chica approached a chair in the kitchen, pulling it out and sitting down. 

She suddenly remembered Toi and how much she loved to cook. Her mother would always make cookies and Toi would be the first one to shape the cookies. Chica could still see her stubby little fingers squishing up the cookie dough with a grin, squealing, "Mommy, can I eat it! Can Chic-ee have some too?"

Her mother would always give Chica and Toi some cookie dough.

Now, Chica was out risking her life everyday. Now, Toi . . .

Toi . . .

She was . . .

"SHUT UP!" she suddenly screamed, feeling all of her emotions rush to the surface. She didn't even know what anyone was saying, as she had been thinking for quite a while. Everything went silent, and everyone was staring at Chica, eyes wide open. Ben's bulbous eyes were especially wide, growing and glazing over with tears.

Her hands were shaking, tears coming to the surface as well. Images of the little girl flew through Chica's mind like a movie. 

"I need to go," Chica croaked through a sob. "I'm . . ." She sighed. "I'm not hungry."

Chica pushed her chair aside and walked out the back door, slamming it behind her and sprinting as fast as she could out to the playground. 

The world spun, the wave of emotions taking her in all directions. Toi. That was all Chica could think about. That little girl. Laying in the living room. Soaked in blood. She. Was . . .

Dead.

No, please, Chica thought. Please don't let this be my reality. I don't want my reality to be one without my sister.

Next thing she knew, she was screaming at the top of her lungs, her arms in a raging fury to throw any swing or anything, really. She kicked the playground and grasped the swing set, throwing the swing up above the wooden bar that held it in the air. 

She was panting hard, but she felt satisfied. All of the anger and despair she felt felt flushed out of her system. Still, there was a little left. Chica would leave it there. Leave it to simmer within her. Let it burn and stay burning. Eventually it'll burn itself out.

Or, it would rage into a wildfire.

She found herself curled up on the ground, panting hard as a result of her burst of anger. She found herself wanting to get some therapy. Maybe she could find a way to join her sister.

Maybe she could die for her sister.

The rage was still there. Inside, it burned. It was there for Jonathan. She would use it on Jonathan when she had the chance. He had murdered her sister. She would come after him, and even if he was immortal . . .

Chica would show him the pain.

The sound of a door opening filled Chica's ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping out and tracing the bridge of her nose.

"Chica," a voice called. It sounded like Freddy. "Is it something one of us said? We were just talking about Ben's cooking--"

"Leave . . . me . . . alone . . ." Chica huffed.

A distant sigh filled the air and soon, Chica felt footfalls in the grass. She opened her eyes to just a minor squint to find Freddy standing above her. Chica closed her eyes again and crunched up into a tighter ball.

"What's wrong?" Freddy asked, kneeling down.

Chica felt her feelings all balled up in one sick mess. She wanted to just let it all out. To just tell Freddy that he doesn't know what it's like to lose someone and that he only knows what it's like to be the lost one. But she kept it inside.

"C'mon, Chica. Please, I need to know."

She sniffed and stirred. Maybe telling him a little would help. 

"I . . . I miss my little sister," she croaked with a sob.

Freddy nodded softly. "I miss her, too--"

"No you don't!" Chica snapped. "You didn't know her like I did! She was my little sister! You don't know true pain, Freddy! You can be whipped senseless by Jonathan and you can be burned in a simulation volcano, but you have never known the worst pain!"

Freddy fell silent after that, and Chica sobbed.

"I just . . . I just wanna go home," she croaked. "I want to hear my mother sing again. I want to feel the warm fireplace on my back once again. I want to know that I'm not in danger at all. I want peace."

Freddy nodded softly. "I know how you feel. I really do. I miss my home, and I promised my mom that I'll be back. I'll be back alive and well and that I'll never leave her grasp. She's started drinking, but I hope she can stop now that she has a little hope. I want to go home, too. I want peace, too."

Suddenly, Chica felt Freddy's arms wrap around her. Warmth spread through her. He cared. Chica cared about him, as well.

Then, more footsteps could be heard in Chica's ears. She knew that it would be her other friends, concerned for her and her sudden outburst.

Instead, she was greeted by a familiarly chilling voice, hot breath caressing her ear. It wasn't Freddy's but rather it was the voice she least wanted to hear at the moment.

The man who got them into this whole mess.

"It's me, kids. And it's all over."

(A/N: HAHAHAHHA sorry about that, but great news! We got a new laptop, so I can post a lot more frequently! Yeeey! Thank you and have a lovely day! (: )