New Beginnings

' Chapter 11 '

Chica paced around the new Pizzeria, same thing she did every night. She had no real destination, she just needed to clear her thoughts. She was wandering through the game area when she noticed a figure up ahead. As she approached however, she realized it was Bonnie.

Bonnie looked as though he was deep in thought. His gaze was traveling across the room frantically.

When he realized she was there his blue ears shot up in surprise.

"Oh, hey lil' chick. What're you doing here?" He asked. Chica rolled her eyes knowingly.

"You lost your guitar again, didn't you?" She asked. Bonnie sheepishly nodded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Chica scoffed. "Where was the last place you left it?" She asked. Bonnie's focus returned to the dark room.

"I remember placing it somewhere here..." He thought out loud.

Chica scoffed in mild annoyance but offered to help look regardless.

"So, I check the high places and you check the low places?" He asked innocently. Chica groaned at his teasing, this was a common occurance.

"I'm not much smaller than you!" She snapped back. Bonnie raised his hands up in surrender. "Woah, someone is short tempered-" he joked.

"I don't have to be helping you, y'know?" She responded, hiding her own amusement at the joke. Bonnie chuckled.

Although he was obnoxious, she did begin to feel her mood lighten spending time with him. Just then they halted their searching as someone new entered the room.

Freddy walked up with a knowing look on his face and holding Bonnie's guitar in his right hand.

"You left your guitar in the kitchen." He scolded, though there was clear fondness in his voice.

"How did it even end up there??" Bonnie jogged over to collect it.

"It must've walked, I mean, how else could it get there?" Freddy teased. Bonnie scoffed in mock offense.

"I'm gonna' hit you with this-" He warned halfheartedly. All three of them cracked up at that. They spent the rest of the night playing arcade games and chatting. Foxy was always exhausted after a long day of being torn apart by children and was normally resting all night anyway.

Chica was content. The night did not go exactly as she expected, but she wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Chica felt numb. She didn't know how to feel. She was curled up in her greenroom on her sofa. She was afraid to even move.

As soon as she moves she'll be haunted by her own self loathing again. Reminded of her failures as a friend. She'll see Bonnie again. She'll drown in her own grief. Again.

Monty was still not back. Chica was scared, she did not want to be alone but she felt like she deserved it. God, things were so much easier in the Pizzeria! Now she's gotten herself tangled up in this petty drama tearing the band apart, all because she didn't have the spine to stop her friends before they went too far.

So many 'what if's were going through her head. What if she had stopped the prank? What if Freddy hadn't blacked out in his performance? What if Foxy was here? What if Monty didn't have that accident?

But none of it mattered now. It happened, and now she was suffering the consequences. Her pity thoughts were cut off as the automatic door was opened to Roxy.