"Hey! Don't be sad! I made you more pizzas! I worked harder to make pizzas for you than the other kids! That's because you're my best friend!"

Chica casually placed a steaming, hot pizza with a golden, crisp crust in front of you. The cheese melted onto your plate as the pepperoni was bubbling. She did make the best pizzas, after all. You picked up the slice. It was warm, the cheese sticking to the plate. Chica really wanted you to take a bite.

"So, I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with Bonnie and Freddy. Listen, my sister, Samantha--"

She cut herself off, almost shocked she said that.

"N-Never mind. Just... I... I don't like it. I don't want you spending time with them. I know, Bonnie and Freddy are really nice, but... I don't want them hurting you. I don't want to let you go. Not yet."

You didn't know what Chica meant by that. Susie... she didn't want you to end up like her. Susie would not let you die. She wouldn't let Cassidy, Jeremy, Fritz--anybody take you away.