No Longer Alone

A FEW NOTES BEFORE YOU READ THIS:

1: Timeline is irreverent. I'm using the updated models from FNAF 2 e.g Blue Bonnie, Slim Chica. I never liked the idea that FNAF 2 was a prequel, though it is a great game.

2: Some characters may be OOP or OTT. It is my fanfic and I control the characters actions.

3: This is NOT a sequel to Interview of a Night Guard, nor does it have any connections...this is a whole brand new story.

4: I do NOT own the characters, they belong to Scott Cawthon.

5: I'm sorry if this title has been used else where, it suits the story.

Chica fell hard to the floor, she whimpered as she covered her eye with her hand, she could feel it was cracked. She started to sob, tears rolling down her plastic rosy cheek. She looked up, seeing Freddy shaking his hand, obviously the hand he used to punch her. She smiled a wicked smile, showing his white teeth in a gritted grin. Bonnie and Foxy stood behind him, all with evil smiles, a look of satisfaction at Chica's pain. She tried crawling away but the three mascots just took steps closer, until she was cowardly into a corner.

CHICA: F-Freddy...p-please...why are you doing this?

FREDDY: We're just having a bit of fun, Chica. That's all. We just want to see you suffer!

CHICA: But...but why?

BONNIE: We don't like you, we've never liked you.

CHICA: B-But I've done n-nothing to you, I've done nothing but love and respect you and slaved over you. I cook you food...I clean...

FOXY: Aye lass, but ye food is nothin' but garbage.

BONNIE: We hate it! Your cooking is terrible. Your an awful cook!

CHICA: No...that's not true...

FREDDY: The children hate your food! You poison the children with your filthy pizza's and cupcakes. They hate it...and they hate you!

CHICA: No...

FREDDY: It's true, they can't stand you and neither can we!

CHICA: (Flooding with tears, shaking her head) No...no...

BONNIE: Aw look you two...she's crying, boo-hoo-hooooo, woe is me...(Impersonating Chica) I'm Chica, I'm suppose it to be chicken but people see me as a duck and I'm an ugly duckling...I can't sing to save my life!

CHICA: Shut up! I can sing!

FREDDY: No, you can't!

CHICA: I CAN!

FOXY: No, ye can't! A dead mermaid sounds better.

CHICA: I CAN SING! THE KIDS LOVE ME! AND I COOK GOOD FUCKING FOOD!

FREDDY: Did you hear that lads? She said a curse word. We don't tolerate swearing here at Freddy's Fazbear pizza emporium.

BONNIE: We must punish her! Punch her again, Freddy! Teach her lesson!

FREDDY: With pleasure!

CHICA: No, please Freddy...I'll...I'll improve...I'll-

Freddy slaps Chica across the face with strong force, this impact cracking her yellow plastic cheek, she whimpers again, holding her cheek. Freddy grabs her by the neck and picks her up using no effort, she struggles, kicking her legs and trying to slap Freddy but he doesn't move an inch, he gets angrier as she keeps persisting on hitting him and thus tightening his grip on her neck, no air could get in our out as she struggles to breathe.

BONNIE: Let's dismantle her! Let's make her suffer more!

FREDDY: A wonderful idea, Bonnie...a wonderful idea.

Freddy swings Chica and slams her on a table, Chica whimpered and sobbed in pain. Her struggling becoming weak.

FREDDY: Hold her down, Bonnie...grab both of her hands. Foxy grab her legs. Don't let go, you two!

Chica tried to scream but no sound could exit from her mouth, a small squeak was not enough to shout out her discomfort. Bonnie grabbed Chica'a hands tightly, while Foxy pinned down her legs. Freddy then let go of Chica's neck, he breathed in as much air as she could and coughed. She inhaled air more than enough to beg towards Freddy.

CHICA: (Crying even more) Freddy, please, don't do this...I'm sorry...I'm really s-sorry...I'll do better...p-please don't...d-dismantle me, please! I thought you were my friends...

FOXY: Ye be wrong, lass!

FREDDY: You don't listen, do ya? You just don't get it! We've never liked you, NEVER! We've hated you since day one...your ugly body, your ugly face...your stupid little bib!

Freddy then rips off her "Let's Party" bib, exposing her smooth, sticking-out yellow breast plate. Chica cried out more, weakening from Bonnie and Foxy's strong grasp. Freddy then goes and pulls Chica's beak off, this didn't hurt as much as she used to do it for scaring night guards but this time felt wrong and...unnatural.

BONNIE: Look at her! Doesn't she look silly without her beak, it's not scary at all. It's pathetic, she looks like the worst pumpkin I've ever seen! What a joke!

CHICA: (Weak, still sobbing) Please stop this...

FREDDY: No more talking, you whore!

Freddy drops the beak on the floor and stamps on it, a few strong forceful stamps and it was smashed into little pieces, just small bits of orange plastic. Freddy then stuffs the bib into Chica's mouth, she tries spitting it out but Freddy grips her neck again and she chokes, opening her black mouth now making it easier to stuff the bib in her. Tears kept flooding her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Freddy then signed in delight and grabbed her right hand, while Bonnie held on tight to her left.

FREDDY: Let's party, Chica!

Chica tried to scream "NO" but couldn't and like ripping paper, Freddy yanked and ripped Chica's hand with ease. Pain shot through from the hand to Chica's brain, she muffled a scream through the bib, loud enough for Bonnie and Foxy to laugh in unions of her pain. Oiled splashed out of her ripped handless arm. The pain now unbearable, getting weaker now...she sobbed, less struggling now...as it seemed like she was giving up.

FREDDY: Pull the other hand, Bonnie.

Bonnie smiled and nodded and without any hesitation, began pulling on Chica's hand. Bonnie wasn't as strong as Freddy, so this action made the pain more unbearable and slow. Plastic was cracking, metal being bent and twisted, wires snapping...and couple of strange yanks and the left hand was ripped. Chica closed her eyes, seemingly to numb the pain but didn't work and instead pushed out tears from her flooding eyes. Pain surrounded her.

FOXY: Arrr, I wanna have me some fun with her booty before we dismantle her!

FREDDY: No, Foxy, she might enjoy it, the stupid whore. We don't want her having fun now, do we?

Foxy gritted his teeth, smiled and laughed and was gently rubbing his hook over her chest. Smoothly at first, as Chica felt his cold hook...she moaned and stared Foxy in the eyes, he had no emotion in his eyes or remorse. He pushed his metal hook into her chest and cracked the plastic, ripping chunks off her, layer of plastic breaking into piece's and scrapping her metal endo-skeleton, he felt every piece being ripped, the cold metal hook inside her, oil was exposing it's self, flooding out of Chica's body. She gagged and winced in pain but only muffled sounds could be heard.

BONNIE: Legs next?

FREDDY: No! Her pain may delight me but I think it's about time we took her offline. The sooner she's dead, the better!

Foxy was pulling out wires and also chomping on her body, Freddy snapped her arms and nodded towards Bonnie to complete the final action. Chica was still alive, the bib in her mouth now soaking up oil, making her choke more. Her eyes flickering, feeling weak and sight fading slowly...it was hard to keep her eyes open. Pain felt normal...less of it now, her body dying... Freddy pulled out the bib from Chica's mouth, oil spilled like a running tap.

FREDDY: I want to hear her scream when her head is being pulled off. I want to hear some...satisfaction.

Bonnie grabbed both sides of Chica's head and began to pull. Pain arrived back within Chica's body but mostly coming from the neck, her eyes widen and a scream of discomfort. Freddy had a wide grin. Plastic snapped, cracked...wires ripped, fizzing sounds and mini sparks appeared from Chica's neck. Bonnie twisted her head,left and right, snapping more connections, loosening slightly from the neck and then...another pull from Bonnie. Chica screamed as loud as she could, her last scream...high pitched at first but then started to die down and her voice box then began to go into a deep low voice...final quick yank...eyes lifeless. Her sight quick into darkness.

CHICA: NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chica panted and breathed heavily, she cowarded into a corner,up against the wall. She stared blankly for a few minutes and thus only realizing where she was...she was in her room...all alone...it was nothing but a nightmare, but even so, a nightmare that felt so real...full of hurt and pain.

She grabbed her pillow and sobbed into it, tears soaking into the pillow. There was no one else here but her...she was all alone...and there was no one in her room...nor in the building else where. She had been alone for a long time...