He was caught in the grip of a monster, and he was scared. He was face-to-face with the one who had killed his friends, and he could do nothing but pray that he would be spared now.
His shirt was held in the grasp of the plush rabbit that his brother had acquired by mysterious means, and it was angry. Its eyes burned a fiery red, its fangs sharp and deadly.
It gestured something that he couldn't understand, and his expression was clearly understood by the abomination in front of him, as it gave a hiss of frustration and yanked his phone from his pocket and began typing something that Aaron could not see.
After a few seconds of agonizing silence, the screen was shown to him: YOU KILLED MY FRIEND.
"No, I didn't!" He gasped out, one hand on the creature's arm, though he didn't know why. "It was them! I didn't do anything to him!"
More typing: DOESN'T MATTER. STILL YOUR FAULT.
"I-I'm sorry," Aaron whispered, his voice nearly failing him.
TOO LATE.
The phone was dropped onto the ground, and the hold on his shirt tightened. Its mouth opened wide, and it leaned towards his throat, intending to bite down deep.
"Wait!" Aaron cried out in a fit of fear. "Let me-"
"Plushtrap!" A familiar voice interjected loudly, making Aaron flinch. "What did I tell you earlier?"
The rabbit spun around and got behind Aaron, his claws pressing hard and painfully against the human's throat. He snarled at Freddy, shifting his stance to a combative one. He was prepared to fight for the right to kill Aaron if he had to.
"Release him," Freddy said calmly, stepping into the room. "If you do this, you are no better than he is."
The claws dug in harder, and Aaron gasped sharply as he felt them break the skin. Blood leaked out, coating Plushtrap's fingers. This abomination growled in his ear, and it made him shiver. Sharp teeth grazed his shoulder.
His phone was picked up off of the floor, and a message was typed out: I WILL KILL HIM.
"Please stop this," Freddy pleaded, "you have already done away with his friends. That is enough. He understands your pain. He knows that he did wrong, and he is attempting to atone and change himself."
Aaron didn't say a word or even move at all. He didn't dare, not when there was a monster who wanted to rip him to shreds holding him captive, and in his own home, no less.
"Let him go, and we can talk about this," Freddy said, stepping closer towards them. "We can move past this. Give him a chance to redeem himself."
There was a period of silence, when Plushtrap picked up the phone again, the claws of his free hand still pressed into Aaron's throat.
A single word was illuminated on the screen: NO.
Plushtrap swallowed the phone, and then everything erupted into chaos.
He bit deep into Aaron's shoulder, and the human screamed in agony, feeling like a million knives had been shoved into his body. Plushtrap shoved him to the ground and wrapped both of his hands around his throat, squeezing hard, applying all of his strength as he attempted to throttle the life out of him.
His throat was being crushed. Aaron felt and heard the creaking and straining of his muscles and bones as the rabbit pushed down harder, its grinning face close to his own, forcing him to stare into its eyes.
He could faintly hear Freddy in his mind, trying to reason with this thing, but Aaron knew that Plushtrap was now completely ignoring the bear, and focusing only on him.
Just as he was nearing the point of unconsciousness, the weight left his body. He immediately sat up and coughed forcefully while holding his throat, gagging involuntarily as he struggled to take in air. He looked around to see what had happened, and he saw that Freddy had pulled Plushtrap away from him was now actively trying to hold him back as the rabbit struggled in his grasp, biting wildly at the arms that held him.
"Leave!" Freddy said to Aaron, "Get far away from here or you will face the same fate as your friends did! Now!"
Aaron didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet and got the hell out of there, yanking open the front door and running out into the night as fast as he could possibly go.
Plushtrap fought harder against Freddy's hold as he witnessed his target escaping. He thrashed around and screeched in a fit of intense rage, angrier than Freddy had ever seen him before.
"You must calm yourself!" The plush bear said desperately, not wanting him to hurt himself or others. "You must not let your emotions control you! Fight this!"
He snarled and kept up his struggling, not wanting to give up easy. He managed to latch onto Freddy's arm and sunk his teeth into it, causing Freddy to wail in pain and loosen his hold.
The rabbit pushed him away and immediately rushed out of the house to go after Aaron, intending to hunt him down and finish what he had started.
The area outside was empty and devoid of any life. He stood still for the moment and cocked his head and listened carefully, hearing the faint sound of footfalls on concrete off to his right. He headed in that direction, quickly gaining on his target. He would be almost a blur to any passing human who happened to witness this strange occurrence, nearly unseen in the thick, foggy dark.
He heard Aaron stop and catch his breath, wheezing slightly as he slowly walked along, thinking he was safe. But he wasn't.
Not from him.
Memories of the party and of what happened that day fueled Plushtrap's resolve, and suddenly he was there again in his mind, watching helplessly as his friend was killed. He could not do anything then, but he could still do something now.
He had visited Benny's grave that day, staring at the gravestone for what felt to him like an eternity, mourning what he had lost, and remembering what he had. He had brought flowers with him, ones that he had picked from a neighbor's garden. He left as dawn broke, as the darkness died away and surrendered to the morning light.
Since Aaron had played a part in his death, involuntary or not, he still had to face the consequences of his actions. He still had to face the music.
He knew that nothing had changed. He had not changed, and never really would. He was still the same monster he had been at the start of everything, and it was only a matter of time until he hurt someone else. Until he KILLED someone else. He had to break the cycle.
He slowed to a crawl as he drew nearer to his target. Aaron was leaning against a fence, still struggling to catch his breath. Plushtrap watched him while he waited for the right time to pounce. He snarled in frustration and rage, bearing his teeth.
Hearing the noise, Aaron flinched and spun around to face him, fear in his expression. "Just-just let me explain, okay? I didn't-"
Plushtrap pounced then, tired of hearing his excuses. It was all lies, every word of it. Whatever he would have said would be lies, untruths woven in the web of deceit. He wouldn't have any of that. He was done.
Clinging to Aaron's shirt, the rabbit crawled all over his body, viciously swinging his claws wherever he could. He got a few strikes in, scoring hits on the human's chest and torso. A final strike to his face was the one that brought him down, temporarily blinding him and causing him to fall back and stumble over a curb. He spilled out onto the ground, his back hitting the concrete and knocking the breath out of him.
Plushtrap stood over his defeated prey once again, reaching into his mouth and down his throat to pull out the phone he had stored there. Being a stuffed plush toy certainly had its advantages.
He typed a message and shoved the screen close to Aaron's face: NO WAY OUT NOW. YOU'RE MINE.
This miserable piece of waste had given up running and had resorted to pleading, as though that had ever worked on him before. "Please don't hurt me," he sobbed, a pathetic display of manipulation and lies. "I'm trying to change. I can show you."
Plushtrap grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to his eye level, raising a clawed hand and swiping it across his face forcefully hard.
Aaron yelped and whimpered, but nothing could be done to change the rabbit's mind.
One final message: TONIGHT, YOUR LIFE WILL END. BLOODY AND SLOW, AND YOU WILL FEEL EVERY SECOND OF IT. YOUR DEATH WILL BE BEYOND EXCRUCIATING, AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF SUFFERING.
The phone was thrown onto the sidewalk and smashed beyond repair under small but determined feet, and then Plushtrap grabbed Aaron's throat and lifted his head to slam it into the sidewalk with brutal force. Once, twice, three times.
Then, Aaron felt those soft hands around his throat again, cutting off his airflow and pressing down with brutal strength. This time, though, there would be no one around to save him.
Plushtrap would avenge Benny's death, whatever the cost.
A/N: Let me know if you would like me to continue this.