NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Gore
Mentions of death
Mentions of murder

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.

"Do you see anyone else, Mike?"

"No." Tyler watches as the lead guard scans the area, clearly worried for the other members of their group. The man shakes his head once again, slumping in defeat. "I can't see anyone."

The British character had to admit, Golden knew how to make one hell of a game. There wasn't a clear story line, really vague hints of why your battling 'monsters' that looked like mutated forms of each animatronic, but that's what both Tyler and Seth enjoyed about it. Not to mention the map was intriguing, the battle sequences didn't bore them to death, and having to collect the different night guards was really their favorite part.

Problem was, they all seemed to hit a dead end.

"Who do you think we'd collect next?" Seth asks.

"It should be Caleb considering this is the world based around the nightmares," James begins, looking around the space with concern. "Unless Vincent's scattered randomly like Scott had been."

"No, he should be where William is. A big battle before the final boss, type of thing," Eggs muses.

"Are we just not powerful enough? Glitchy Bitch keeps making us run away in every battle," David says, glancing up at the giant faces of Tyler and Seth watching them in earnest.

"That's not because you're weak, Mr. Harrison. I have a bad feeling Golden did something to Fritz," is murmured.

Scott tenses up at the implication being made, straightening up as their group is slowly lead through the landscape of a haunted house.

He hadn't really thought about the fact Fritz didn't really 'have' one of the animatronics. Every world the others had gone through had a distinct theme with certain animatronics, and each night guard in charge of them were found as the 'boss' of each part.

Eggs, David, and Jeremy had been fairly easy to locate and defeat, considering Tyler and Seth had adamantly leveled Mike up by having him fight the originals in the starting world. Not to mention it was clear on how the funtimes would fight, along with Orville, Mr. Hippo, Happy, Lefty, and the toys, but James' world had been a bit...complicated.

Not to mention Jeremy was still trying to stop his shaking from the hallucinations they constantly received from their short time there.

"Did we possibly miss him somewhere?" David questions, looking around a bit more adamantly. "Maybe we missed him and that's why we can't find Caleb?"

"We looked the hell of out yours, Eggs, Jeremy, and Scott's little shitty ass cave. We didn't fucking look all throughout James' side quest, though," Mike begins, turning to look up at Tyler.

"D-Do we r-r-r-r-really have to go b-back th-th-there?" Jeremy whimpers, ducking further behind the lead guard out of fear of being jump scared again. Eggs pats his back reassuringly, looking up at Tyler as well as the British boy thinks over what was being said.

"Thing is, the moronic thing really was a side quest kind of deal. The damn thing wasn't big at all and we didn't battle anyone."

"Wait, back up. You're sure we didn't battle anyone?" Seth questions, breathing picking up.

"Bloody hell, Seth. You're-"

"We have to go back."

James winces as Jeremy squeaks in fear looking up as Tyler stops them from moving.

"Hold on, why do we have to go back? Scott was a 'side quest' but he was still away from where David was."

"And I don't necessarily want to get jump scared either," the business man glares as Seth shakes his head.

"Even there Scott had the originals to fight against us before we found him. And if James is in charge of at least Springtrap…"

"Fucking hell." Mike sighs as he rubs the top of his head, growling before pointing above him at the top left hand side.

Because as much as he hated to admit it, Seth had a point about it being weird they didn't fight anyone when finding James. He didn't know anything about video games, but it'd make a lot of sense if they fought at least one person. Especially when they fought some other fucked up version of their animatronics in every other world.

"Teleport us there. I think you're onto something, Gamer Fucker."

Tyler complies almost immediately, mumbling about damn humans before the entire group jumps at the sudden scream.

"FRITZ!"

"G-Guys! Help m-me!"

David stares as the redhead is forced to cower behind Springtrap standing before them. The rotting bunny looked like hell, nothing better about him even inside a video game like this. Of course he was worried about Fritz, the teenager curled into a little ball as he sits behind the character, but there was something...different.

"Are you okay, Irish Jig?" Mike begins, watching the coding of their animatronic. He was glad Tyler nor Seth forced them to move forward, seeing the strange sight and only wanting to make sure their friend wasn't harmed.

"I-I'm fine," Fritz sobs, ever so slowly curling out of his ball.

James watches in horror as the copy of his best friend immediately turns to Fritz with a familiar hiss, the redhead curling back into the frightened ball and sobbing even more.

"H-Help me! P-Please!"

"Seth."

"On it." A moment goes by before Mike finally moves forward, growling at seeing Springtrap grow closer and closer. The screen flashes when their nearly on top of the asshole of a copy, fists raised as him, James, David, and Scott face off the imposter.

And that's when they realized what was so different. And why Fritz was so scared.

"Is that-?"

"It can't be."

"Vince!"

The animatronic only laughs lowly before snapping the head open to reveal Vincent watching them with crazed eyes, blood dripping down his purple skin. Another click! and the rest of the shell opens up, the spinglocks finally freeing themselves from impaling the former murderer to allow him to stumble forward.

David can only stare at the gaping wounds, pieces of human flesh, bone, and internal organs falling with every shuffling step taken. And Fritz was right there, watching it all with a horrified expression.

"Not...Vinccccccccent."

The generated character rasps, the twisting smile never leaving as he lifts his shredded arm.

Scott can only watch as his best friend then twirls a knife in his grasp, a cruel laugh sending shivers down their spines as Eggs and Jeremy are forced to watch on the side lines.

"B-But closssssse...enough."

With that, Seth is forced to hit Mike's 'Shit Fucked Up' to raise the team's defense as a dozen knives suddenly fling themselves at the four, groans of pain generated as 'Vincent' laughs once more.

"N-No, I'm...Viiiiiiiincent...i-if Springgggggg g-got...me. I-If I...weeent inssssssssaaaaaaaane. So...better r-r-rUN!"