FNAF: No Longer Alone (Mike x Toy Chica)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The content of this chapter may not be every one's cup of tea; suicide is never a funny thing and really should be taken seriously. I, for one, have had a suicide in my family and obviously it was devastating and don't give me this "sin" crap. So, anyone who is uncomfortable about this subject, please don't read on…but if I've offended anyone, I am sorry. In hindsight, I should've mentioned this at the beginning of the story. If anyone knows how I write or read my other stories…you know that I can be graphic and any subject matter is no issue to me as I'm quite open. You have been warned.

Also this chapter will contain strong language.

This wasn't the first time that Chica thought about suicide nor was it the first time she experienced someone doing it. The first was back in 1987, after the incident involving Foxy: "The Bite".

FLASHBACK

Foxy was condemned to be dismantled and taken away, though this took a while for a decision to be made by the employers but Foxy saved them the trouble and took his life in his own hands…Foxy stayed in his cove for weeks, waiting for the decision…he couldn't wait any longer, feeling like he was on death row and all he thought about was the boy he bit and found out days after that the boy had died. Chica went to see him every day and tried to cheer him up but he never spoke to her or the others, no matter how hard Chica said to the others it was her fault, it didn't matter…they were convinced Foxy was faulty. Chica did everything she could to convince the employers and parents but no. Chica again went to see Foxy, but he wasn't in his cove this time…though a little concerned but smiling that Foxy came out of his little hole, she went to look for him…he wasn't in the main room or stage, he wasn't in the kitchen but then again he never had any reason to, he wasn't in the staff room: only Bonnie and Freddy where in there, Bonnie was playing his guitar, just strumming a few notes and practicing his new song, while Freddy was reading a newspaper, another article about Foxy, he grumbled at the sight of it.

"Have you seen, Foxy? He's not in his cove…" asked Chica softy.

Freddy's ears perked up. "He's not in his cove?"

"No…" said Chica

"That's good, isn't it?" said Bonnie, pausing his playing. "Can't be good for him stuck in that cove all day and all week"

"I'm worried about him…" said Chica.

"And why is that, Chica?" asked Freddy, almost sounding like he was being sarcastic.

"Because…well, because he's depressed. Can't you see that?" frowned Chica.

"Yes…" sighed Freddy. "But what he did was…unforgivable…" Freddy said, as he turned another page.

"How can you say that? He didn't do anything wrong! I…I caused it…" said Chica, almost crying.

"What does it matter now, Chica?" moaned Bonnie "What's done is done! It doesn't matter who's fault it is…we're probably gonna get shut down thanks to that incident…and then there's this crap about us, smelling like rotten, dead flesh and blood dripping out of our joints…I mean, who the hell made that up? The parents that's who! Parents who are paranoid, if it wasn't for what happened to that poor boy, we wouldn't be in this position and neither would there be rumours about us being "possessed" by children's souls. Disgusting!"

"That's the media for you, Bonnie" said Freddy, sadly. "Always making up lies to spice up the story"

"I don't believe you two" said Chica, angrily. "He's our friend! We look out for each other!"

"The best thing to do is just let him be!" said Freddy sternly. "We've tried being supportive and he knows we're here to support him. Until he's ready, he will speak up! For now, just leave him be!"