(WARNING: EPICNESS)

After Chica found out that Freddy had gotten in a fight with Foxy, she was concerned.

"Why were you angry at him?" she asked.

Freddy only ignored her, saying only, "Go away," and, "Don't talk to me."

Why was he being such a jerk? Chica thought back to her little simulation thing. Was he being mean because she had destroyed him in the simulation? Was it because of a mood swing? She had no idea.

She must have asked at least a million times, but he seemed to grow more agitated with each time. Even she was growing as agitated as he was. Chica just wanted to know why he was acting this way.

Chica knew that she had to find out.

* * * * *

After school, Chica ran to the doors of Room 13. She was actually expecting them to be locked. When she twisted the knob and opened the door up, it was unlocked.

No time to be shocked. Gotta find out what's going on.

When she maneuvered her way through the dark room to the trapdoor, she gulped. It was already open. Her heart clenched at the thought of someone already being here. She hoped that it was just Spring, Mari, and Gold, but definitely not Freddy.

She turned around and lowered herself in slowly, descending into the darkness. There were no lights on, so maybe no one was in there. Of course, she thought about someone possibly thriving in the shadows, waiting for a victim. There didn't seem to be one as she made it down to the ground and turned on the light. It stabbed at her eyes, but she got used to it as the opened the door.

The lights in the other room turned on as the door ended its turn. Chica peered in and screeched when she saw a man leaning against the wall. His hand had a blood-soaked knife in it and his clothes were . . . a color. What was the color?

"Hello . . ." the man said with an evil grin. Then with a bright flash, he was gone from sight. Chica screamed and fell backward, tears forming in her eyes with the fear as she collided with the hard ground.

Who was that man? Was she just hallucinating? Hopefully she was. What was with the knife? Did the man . . . never mind.

Chica walked into the room, cautiously taking soft steps as her head pounded with fear. Any small noise would set her off screaming. Luckily, that kind of thing hadn't taken place.

The painting . . . it still hung high up on the wall. That painting seemed so strange. After she had touched it before, she was sent into that horrible simulation. Her mind tugged at her, making her think: What if that painting is the center of all this?

She ran over to it, not caring about the sudden burst of sound from her feet pounding the floor. She looked it over, looking at the man on it. Why did he seem so familiar? Why did he seem so strange?

Instantly, she reached up and touched the painting, braced for everything to change around her. Indeed, everything did, as she was now in that same hallway she was in last time. It shocked her a little bit, but she definitely was expecting it. When she gained a full sense of he surroundings, she was suddenly more nervous than she was when she first came here.

Instead of blue, the walls were an angry purple. They darkened and got brighter intently with each pulse, like mad waves on the ocean. The ground was slightly shaking, as though some sort of catastrophe was happening. When she looked down the hall toward where the glowing ball was, she was nervous.

Chica started running down the hall as fast as she could, making it into the circular room and staring at the orb in the center. Other than the calm it used to perform, instead it was spinning around and vibrating, small clouds inside of it swirling around faster than they usually did. Her breathing was intense as she stared at it.

She had to touch it.

Chica forced her hand forward and touched the glowing ball, letting everything around her change.

When she realized her surroundings, she realized she was falling face first. Chica screamed as she watched a large body of water rise up towards her faster and faster. Chica squinted her eyes and let herself dive through the water. It didn't hurt too bad, other than some burning pain on the face and feet, but otherwise she was fine.

She held her eyes closed and kicked frantically to get to the top, her lungs already crying out for air. Chica got closer and closer to the top before she broke the silky surface of the water, spewing out water from her mouth.

Chica looked down at the water, sighing. When she looked around, she saw land fairly close to her, but it was quite a swim. There was also a large rock protruding out from the water like a pimple on the surface.

The sound of water whizzing filled her ears as she turned around in the water, watching as a bright purple orb shot out of the water and into the sky. She watched as its descent got slower and slower until--

BOOM! The entire purple orb exploded in the air, sending purple particles everywhere. Chica covered her face as the particles peppered the water around her. With her heart racing, she started swimming over to the rock in the water--

Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Many orbs shot out of the water again, flying up to the sky. Each one exploded with a loud pop! Chica ducked her head under the water as she heard the sound of thousands of little shards smacking through the surface of the water. She waited until the rain of shards stopped and swam back up to the surface, huffing hard.

Thousands more of these purple orbs started shooting up to the sky as Chica swam to the large rock, panting hard.

She smacked hard onto the rock and crawled on top of it, orbs shooting up everywhere. She covered her face with her hands and let the shards powder her and the rock and the water, waiting for it to be over. Her back sprang with pain and her hands stung. When would it be over?

Suddenly, silence. Chica raised her head cautiously and looked around, suddenly seeing that she was in another environment.

She was on a rock still, but it wasn't in water. It was in a field of bright purple grass that shone like crystals. Chica slowly slid off of the rock and hit the sparkling ground.

All that there was was the grass, the rock, and a thick gray canopy for a sky. When Chica looked around, there was a ring of dark fog, her in the middle of it all in the bright purple grass.

The air smelled like freshly bloomed flowers, making Chica want to sniff it and sniff it. She smiled at its lovely scent.

Suddenly, that same man who had the knife appeared in front of her a few paces away, his awfully white teeth shining in a broad grin.

"You don't know the truth of it all," he taunted with a broadening of the smile.

Chica was shocked. "What? The truth of what?"

The man gave her a face. "The painting? The mysterious room under your school? Doesn't that all seem strange to you?"

Chica stuttered, "Y-yes. What's really going on?"

The man's eyes shone a bright white, devoid of all other color. "Really going on?" He stifled a laugh. "You and your friends are all . . ." He paused, as though searching for the correct word. He grinned with the realization. ". . . puppets. In a plan that's too complex for a simple 11-year-old to comprehend.

Chica's fists balled up, her anger fuming. Was she being tested in all her simulations? Was that really the purpose of it all?

Wait . . . did he mention Chica's friends?

"What do you mean 'your friends'?" she asked quietly.

"You didn't know? Oh. Well, your friends went through your little test as well. Each one was different, but yours. . . ." He smiled with annoyance, trying to hold off some kind of anger. "Yours infuriated me so much."

"Why?"

"Your test was ended not by the simulation, but by yourself. You remember when you tapped your own chest and everything exploded? That sent the first part of my plan spiraling away." His face was now contorted with anger, twisting and grimacing. Chica was afraid.

"Plan?" she asked. "So it's your fault all this happened!" Chica started to get angry.

Now, the man was smiling. "It all started because those three boys created the Room 13 Level B1. After that, I saw my opportunity."

Chica was still confused. Why was all of this happening? What was the man's purpose? Chica interrupted him. "What are my friends and my purpose in this plan of yours?

More abruptly than needed, the man screamed, "SHUT UP!"

Chica stopped talking.

"You are only becoming a nuisance!" the man shouted. "You need to . . . GO!" The man raised two long arms toward the sky. A high pitched ambiance rang in Chica's ears as a bright purple beam of light started being lowered from the gray sky. The man looked at Chica and smiled. "Here's the best part. You all passed the test."

The ball of light grew brighter as it was lowered down to Chica. Pain was all she knew as the ball exploded, sending Chica back to Room 13, B1.

Without looking up, Chica looked at all of her clothes as they smoked and scars littered her face and arms.

When she did look up, she found Spring, Mari, and Gold staring at her with concern.

Finally, Gold spoke up quietly. "That isn't even the half of it. We need to talk."