Hahahaha I am so in love with Randy Cunningham and Danny Phantom. Consider this an idea born from those two shows. (Actually, no, imagining two TV shows having a child makes my brain hurt.) Anyway, tell me if you think this story would make a good TV show!

Nathan is purple guy, just so you know.

Anyway, bold italics are Spring talking inside Nathan's mind.

Normal italics are Nathan talking inside his mindscape. Later in this chapter.

Human designs (descriptions and visuals) belong to Pole-bear, Fnaf belongs to Scott Cawthon.

Enjoy!

The two teenagers walked through the school hall to their lockers, a few people turning to glance at them, before turning back uninterestedly. Scott, the teenager with dark hair, sighed as he and the other teen got to their lockers and started struggling with the locks.

"I know we promised each other that we wouldn't try to get noticed this year but it's annoying when no one notices," he said, actually looking away from his phone for a second to look at the other teenager, Nathan.

"Does it matter?" Nathan asked flicking his blonde fringe out of his eyes, opening his own locker.

"I'm the guy who uses his phone too much," Scott rambled, unsurprisingly texting something on his phone. Nathan raised an eyebrow. "And you're the guy who has a weird obsession with the colour purple."

At this Nathan nodded slightly. "And I would like it to stay that way, thank you very much," he replied. "We don't need popularity or whatever."

"Or whatever," Scott repeated under his breath, finally opening his locker.

"Today is going to be a long day, isn't it?" Nathan laughed.

"Nathan, nice to see you!" Jeremy greeted as Mike narrowly avoided being hit by Chica's jerky arm, causing him to fall onto his stomach. Nathan entered the dining area.

"You too," Nathan replied weakly. Mike looked up from the stage he was lying on.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just tired," Nathan replied shortly.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay home today?" Jeremy asked. "You've seemed awfully tired for the past three days."

"I'm fine," Nathan assured.

"Vivian's in the kitchen," Mike said, dodging yet another twitch as Nathan waved his thanks and carried on.

"Hey Nate," Vivian said as she sat up on the counter.

"Hey Viv," Nathan replied as he started making himself a cup of coffee.

"You don't like coffee," Vivian pointed out.

"Yeah, but it'll keep me awake longer than plain old sugar," Nathan said, putting two teaspoons of sugar into his mug.

"You absolutely certain?" Vivian asked, while Nathan rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine," he sighed, making his way to the basement. He stopped at the top, knowing that Vivian was staring at him. He turned around, finding Vivian looking at him with a mix of death glare and concerned look.

"The Marionette's down there," she said simply. "I know you don't like puppets."

"I'll be fine," Nathan said, also simply. He made his way downstairs, closing the door even though they were warned not to.

Nathan sighed deeply as he slid to the ground. He looked around, finding the Marionette leaning limply out of its music box.

"Creepy," Nathan shivered, throwing a scrap piece of scrap metal at it, jumping and knocking over his cup of coffee when the piece of metal bounced into the puppet, but rebounded with it and the puppet landed closer to Nathan than before. He kicked the puppet lying limply in front of him.

"I hate puppets," the teen muttered, closing his eyes. He felt a sudden wave of tiredness, head going to his chest, arm sliding to the side. Unbeknownst to him, or any human, that split second you are exactly half asleep and half awake, you can see spirits. But be warned, never come into contact with a spirit at this time, for a spirit's power is said to be very dangerous, and angering to the spirit from whom it was taken from. And as this exact moment came to pass for Nathan, his arm brushed against the arm of the spirit of the puppet before him. She gasped as he suddenly jumped fully awake.

The puppet's spirit groaned as her power was torn from her, and began to empower Nathan. She suddenly collapsed as a glowing mist surrounded Nathan. Several sudden lightning bolts appeared, one of which forced the puppet's sprit back into the physical puppet, before both of them screamed in sync. And as soon as it had come, it was gone. The puppet looked up weakly, breathing heavily, at the now unconscious teenager.

"How dare you steal my power," she gasped. "I will get it back," she scowled, reaching up to Nathan, staring with shock at the two hands she saw, which were her own.

"You turned me human?!" The puppet shouted, diving and crouching in her music box – where she found the most comfort in bad times – when Vivian came into the room.

"Nate?" the teen's sister asked, her vision scanning the room until she caught sight of Nathan, lying passed out on the floor.

"Nathan!" she gasped, and ran back up to the stairs.

"Mike, Jeremy!" she called, checking Nathan.

"What did you do to…" she muttered, before Mike and Jeremy came down the stairs.

Nathan opened his eyes slowly, shivering again.

"Ugh, how long have I been out?" he muttered.

"Three hours," came a reply. Nathan jumped, sitting up straight, looking down at his hair which had fallen onto his face. Was it… purple? Nathan lifted the strand of the fringe with two fingers.

"Did you dye my hair as a joke or something?" Nathan asked to the person beside him, who was his sister at his best guess.

"I didn't do anything," came the same voice. Definitely Vivian. "You or someone else must have done it. I'm guessing, if it is dyed, that it's permanent, because I've tried getting it out and your hair isn't changing back to blonde anytime soon."

"So… my hair's purple now?" Nathan asked in surprise.

"Take a look for yourself," Vivian replied, handing Nathan a mirror. He took it and forced himself to look.

His hair colour had changed from blonde to dark brown, and his fringe was a deep purple. His eyes were now grey, and most surprisingly, a pair of golden bunny ears were on top of his head. He shouted in surprise and dropped the mirror. It bounced onto and off the sofa he was on, and was about to smash, but Vivian caught it.

"Don't need any more bad luck than we have already," she muttered.

"W-what do you mean?" Nathan stuttered, still in shock.

"Come on in guys!" Vivian called, before five other people came into the room.

"The animatronics," Nathan gasped. "What happened to them?"

"We don't know," Bonnie said, sounding a little frazzled himself. All of them looked a little frazzled. Freddy ran a hand through his caramel hair.

"Spring Bonnie has disappeared," he said. "We don't know where to. He's just gone."

Golden was about to point out that Nathan had the same ears, but was interrupted by Foxy.

"Tha lad 'as a pair o' ears jus' like 'im!" Foxy suddenly shouted, using Golden as a support and almost knocking him over.

"Watch it," Golden hissed, pushing the fox off him.

"But Nathan can't be Spring," Chica said. "We all turned into humans, while Nathan was already human. It just doesn't work."

Nathan slowly got up, and went to the bathrooms. All of the boys followed, and watched as Nathan ran a hand through his own hair, trying as best he could to wash out the purple, but to no avail. It wasn't dye of any sort. It was a natural colour. Not to mention that the large ears were getting in the way. Nathan sighed.

"I can't go to school like this tomorrow," he said, ears flopping involuntarily, jumping when Golden put an arm around him.

"We all have new things to get used to right now," he said. "It'll be fine."

"You're surprisingly nice," Nathan said offhandedly. "After the way you spoke to Foxy."

"Foxy's just annoying," Golden waved a hand in the air, smiling when Nathan snorted in laughter. "Besides, can't you just put on a hat or something?"

"Not allowed hats indoors," Nathan muttered. "But you are allowed hoods…"

Scott glanced up from his phone to find Nathan as he got off the bus, raising an eyebrow when he couldn't see him. A whistle to his right helped him. Scott peered under Nathan's hood a little, eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Did you dye your hair?" he asked, straightening when Nathan stepped back nervously.

"Uh, my… my sister did," Nathan replied just as nervously. "Is it noticeable?"

"As long as you keep your hood up, I guess you'll be fine," Scott shrugged. "How did it change from blonde to brown? Did you dye that as well?"

"My sister did, remember?" Nathan asked far too quickly, shrinking back slightly when Scott gave him an expression of disbelieve and suspicion. "She, uh, wanted to annoy me…"

"Take your hood down," Scott said simply.

"No!" Nathan said too quickly again, as he mentally hit himself. "I-I can't. You said it yourself, I would get in trouble for the dye, you know."

"It'll just be for a second, and besides, we're technically not in school yet," Scott replied, voice still laced with suspicion. Nathan sighed.

"Come to the pizzeria after school," he said. Scott shook his head.

"Lunchtime."

"It makes more sense if you're at the pizzeria," Nathan sighed again. "Something else happened – it all adds up."

Nathan closed his eyes for a second, and Scott took the moment to his advantage by tackling Nathan into the bushes and forcing his hood down, gasping at seeing a complete hair and eye colour change and two golden rabbit ears.

"Hey!" Nathan shouted, pulling his hood back up again. "We agreed lunchtime!"

Scott could only sit in shock.

"Grey eyes…? Completely different hair…? How did you get rabbit ears…?" he said slowly after a while of silence.

"They're bunny ears, actually."

"Why are they golden if your hair is now brown and purple?"

"I have no idea," Nathan eventually said, letting himself fall onto his back, revealing a little of his ears. Scott leaned over him, a look of concern over his features.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Fine, I guess," Nathan sighed again. "I have a lot to tell you. At lunch."

Scott stared at Nathan as he finished off the backstory.

"So, you took away the power of this spirit of a puppet? And then, you think it was the power transfer, turned the animatronics into humans? What are you going to do?" he finally asked.

"I don't know," Nathan admitted. "Try to learn how to use and control the powers? He went to run a hand through his hair, having to be stopped by Scott. "Thanks."

"Guys!" A girl came running into the cafeteria. "A monster is attacking!"

Everyone immediately ran outside, including Scott and Nathan, to find a ghostly beast actually attacking the town.

"Huh," was all Nathan could say. After everything that had happened, this seemed so usual, unusually.

"Now would be the perfect time for you to learn how to use those powers," Scott whisper-shouted to Nathan.

"Why are you whisper-shouting?" Nathan whisper-shouted back.

"Because it's better if no one else knows," Scott finally whispered back.

"Wait," Nathan suddenly said, searching for something. "Where's the monster?" He turned to everyone else. "Where's the monster?!"

A sudden roar from on top of the school alerted everyone's attention to the roof, where the monster was throwing rocks from the walls of the school.

"Everyone run!" the same girl from earlier shouted, and immediately everyone ran in a group.

"Idiots," the puppet muttered from the basement, where she was controlling the beast. Said beast roared again and jumped down, stopping the running students in their tracks. Nathan was up front, holding desperately onto his hood, which was threatening to blow down at any second, while Scott was backing up slightly, pulling Nathan along with him. He snorted slightly and pulled the tassels, meaning that he couldn't see very well, but was safe from the hood falling down. The beast crouched down, lifting a claw to swipe at something with. When Nathan saw, just as the beast began to attack, that he was aiming for Scott, he dived.

Everything seemed to happen in a second. Nathan gasped and heard many other gasps as he opened his eyes to see a large, deep purple shield holding back the beast. The puppet growled, and the beast growled as well, trying to literally crush, crack or break the shield. Nathan groaned as it became harder to hold the shield, eventually inhaling sharply as the beast created a crack in the middle of the shield, as if he had been stabbed himself. The beast almost laughed, jumping onto all fours again as the shield disappeared. It advanced, while everyone backed away, Nathan trying to catch his breath.

"Come on," he muttered to himself. "You should have the power to beat this guy, whatever it is."

He looked up, squinting at some things, faint, above the beast. He gasped slightly when he realised that they were strings, and got into a determined stance.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked precariously.

"I know how to beat it," was all Nathan said, before running up a rather large gap in front of the group.

"Are you crazy?" someone asked.

"As crazy as changing hair and eye colour can get, yes," Nathan replied. He simply grinned and turned to the beast, eyes widening in shock.

"Oh dear," he said, before suddenly being thrown by the beast. He slammed into the wall of the school.

"You are crazy," the same person hissed.

"Does that matter right now?" Nathan shouted as he pushed that student out of the way, almost being crushed himself by the beast's jaw.

"Sorry, sorry, no, it doesn't," the student weakly replied, definitely shocked. Scott suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Come on," he said, pulling him to the basement with everyone else.

"What are we doing here?" someone asked.

"Staying safe," the girl who had shouted in the cafeteria said.

"What about that magic guy up there?" another person asked.

"His name is Nathan," Scott replied. "And don't underestimate magic."

Meanwhile, Nathan was currently riding the back of the beast, trying to pull at one of the strings, yelling as he was thrown to the ground.

"I should be able to fly!" he complained, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder. "Why can't I fly?"

The beast came over, the puppet suddenly appearing as a hologram-thing above it.

"You can't fly because you can't control my power!" she laughed, and sent one last fist at Nathan, effectively throwing him to the front of the school, as he skid along the ground, almost falling into the basement.

"Nathan!" Scott called up. "Are you okay?"

"I… I can't… fight," Nathan gasped. "Even when… someone else has her power… she's still… too powerful…"

Nathan lay semi-conscious, as the puppet laughed manically. She telekinetically lifted Nathan on his own, while she lifted the group of students together.

"Now," she began. "You will give back to me what you have taken away! And then, you will receive your punishment!"

She raised Nathan, trying to take her power back, while Nathan closed his eyes, preparing for the end. After a few seconds, he opened them again. The puppet was shaking her hand.

"Why. Won't. You. Give. Me. My. Magic. Back?!" she yelled as she suddenly dropped Nathan and the students unceremoniously, holding her hand as if it had just been burnt. "Why… does it hurt so much?"

"Because the power doesn't belong to you anymore," Nathan said, standing up. He didn't know what he was saying. He was just… saying what he was being told to say. Or at least, he was repeating what he was hearing. He didn't know who or what was telling him those things.

It belongs to Nathan now.

"It belongs to Nathan now," Nathan said, not even realising that he had referred to himself in the third person. There was a… voice, in his head, telling him what to say.

"Who- who are you and what are you doing?" the puppet asked.

You thought that you were rid of me, didn't you? When you triggered those spring locks.

"You thought that you were rid of me, didn't you? When you triggered those spring locks," Nathan blinked a few times, trying to figure out what was going on.

Don't think too much about this, Nathan. The voice was talking to him now.Overthinking this will only confuse you more. I am Spring Bonnie, or at least the spirit of Spring. When you took the puppet's power and turned the animatronics into humans, your spirit fused with my new physical body. Don't worry, I won't change you or control you. I can't. The very reason we fused is because of how exactly our personalities matched. Anyway, while technically you should look like a human me, my transformation wasn't complete. So instead, you got a nice purple fringe to go with your new brown hair – mine's blonde as well, by the way, I don't know how it works – and a pair of lovely golden ears.

"It is my power!" the puppet yelled, forcing Nathan out of his thoughts, or more like mind conversation. "And I will have it back!"

Nathan! Spring said, voice fading. I can speak to you in the future, just not now. It is now your power. Good luck! And Spring was gone. Nathan looked up, standing up straight.

"It is my power now," he repeated. "And I will use it to defeat you!"

"Spring really does know how to motivate people, doesn't he?" the Puppet asked in a menacingly sweet tone. Rather than replying, Nathan flew up to her, landing on her beast.

"Let's get this over with," he said.

"Very well," the Puppet repeated in the same tone, putting a hand out. Almost immediately, about two hundred daggers flew towards Nathan, who summoned a shield. He began zipping in a circle around the puppet.

"Stop," she muttered, trying to attack where she thought Nathan was. She heard a snapping noise, and stopped herself.

"What… my strings!" she shouted as Nathan cut them, one by one. The beast whined a little, before falling to the ground. The puppet screamed as the hologram shattered, and burst into dust.

Nathan teleported himself back onto the school steps, while everyone else slowly got out of the basement.

Good job.

How do you do that?

How are you doing it right now? Our spirits are bound, Nathan. Don't forget that.

Thanks.

Don't worry about how the others will take it. Foxy can be bad-tempered, and Golden is really overprotective of me, but that most likely means he'll be overprotective of you.

How did you know I was thinking that?

Our Spirits. Are bound.

So you're spying on my mind?

Oh, no. You're just easy to read.

Will I be able to see your thoughts one day?

Maybe one day. Scott's coming over.

Nathan was wondering what that meant when a tapping on his shoulder brought him from his mindscape. Scott came and sat next to him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine," Nathan replied. "Just fine."