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Again?

*Foxy's POV*

I wake up to the sound of screaming. I listen closer and hear:

"Help! Foxy, Freddy, someone... Please."

I start running and following the sound, I finally find Vixen in Kids Cove only to find her with Chica.

"Damn it, again Chica?"

C:"Why can't you just be my boyfriend instead of Vixens?"

"Well, because I like Vixen, not you..."

C:"Well then, I'll just make it so you can't love her?"

"Ha, how do you suppose you'd do that?" And then I suddenly see her eyes turn red.

C:"I finish her..." As she pulls out the same knife as last time.

Vixen:"Someone,please help me!!! Foxy, marionette..."

???:"Oh, I find no need to save you."

Me and Vixen turn around to see the Marionette standing there.

Vixen:"Marionette, please help."

Puppet:"I might, but might not. You see, ever since you rejected me, I've seen no need to keep going after you without a chance. Well, your friend here, I'm controlling. I'm used  her to get you two here so I could finish the job. I used her, like a puppet."

"You son of a bitch."

Marionette:"Oh yeah, Foxy. I'm just going to leave you here to be killed by Chica, while I'll be taking Vixen. Don't take too long, I don't like waiting."

"What are you going to do to her if I don't make it in time?"

Marionette:"I'll make her *'kick the bucket'* if you know what I mean. Either that, or I'll do it for her."

Vixen:"Good luck, Foxy. You may need it."

Marionette:"Well have fun!"

I look towards Chica and see her, still holding the knife.

C:"I'm sorry Foxy, I don't want to do this. Its just, I can't stop from being controlled. I wish it would let me finish..." She says as her eyes turn red once more."...you off."

She then lunges at me getting ready to stab me. I close my eyes. Time slows down. I feel numb. I couldn't believe this. A tear rolls down the side of my face. I suddenly remember THEM. The more I think of it, the more I grow sad and angry. I still remember the names. Ian, Thomas, Samantha, Michal, and what was that last one? Oh, right. Emelia.

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