"What?" I shrieked. I heard footsteps coming down the hall, but that couldn't douse my anger. "No, you can't just shove me in some puke-smelling suit and change my name! That's not how it works!" I barked, the anger rising harshly in my throat.

Bonnie, Foxy and Chica stalked into the room cautiously. "Get out of here!" I cried at them, my voice cracking.

A sob escaped my lips without warning, and tears steamed down my face. "Where's Emee at?" I demanded.

"Are - are you okay?" Foxy asked, smashing in fake concern into his voice.

I hesitated. "Does it seem like it?"

He looked down, guilt rushing into his expression.

"She's..." Chica's voice trailed off, exchanging glances with Bonnie.

"She's what?" I shouted, making the oversized chicken flinch.

"She's dead."

I stared at all of them in disbelief as worry tugged at my eyebrows. More tears consumed my vision; I let them fall.

My best friend was gone. And I could have saved her.

Hey, guys! So sorry for the short chapter. I'm trying to edit this book as fast as I can. In fact, I'm super surprised it is still getting views because this book is two years old! Anyway, hope you enjoyed. After I finish editing the other chapters, I'll be writing on a normal schedule!