Chapter 2- Bedtime Stories


"Ben!"

"Mmhh…."

"BEN! Hello? Get up Ben! It's time to go! You're going to be late!" Ben's mother yelled. Her voice was just as bright and intense as the sunlight that flooded his room. "I'm leaving now, you should wake up you're sister now, ok?" He heard her say as the front door to his apartment slammed shut.

With a yawn, Ben sat up in his bed, looking around his room. "W-what? What's happening?" He said to no one in particular, looking down at himself. He forgot what he actually looked like, no fur or metal parts to be seen. "What happened? Why am I back to this-"

"BEN!?" He heard his sister scream from her room across from his. He got up to his feet, only to stumble to the ground, nearly hitting his head on his nightstand.

"Whoa! Real legs! Not normal!" He grumbled, slowly pulling himself back up, trying to remember how to walk. He managed to fumble the door open and make his way through it. "My house… just as it was before I left it... " He said. He forgot exactly what happened to himself, just a bright light then… nothing… for a long while. "Charlie?" He remembered, dashing carefully over to his sisters room. He opened the door, seeing his sister's room once again. There, on the pink and yellow covered bed, sat his younger sister Charlie, looking just as confused as he did. She wasn't Chica, not anymore.

"Ben!" Charlie said again, quieter this time. He forgot what she looked like too, and it was only now that he remembered her soft blonde hair and her bright pink eyes. Ironic, Ben though, how similar she looked to chica before… "Ben, what's happening…" She said with distress.

"I-I don't know… but… we're back… back to being us." He said, his voice shaking. They sat there looking at each other for a minute, both in awe and confusion. "We're… us… Charlie…" He said, walking over to her, sitting next to her. He felt her hand, feeling her skin under his. "Charlie… we're us…" He repeated, as if the words meant more than just that.

"But why? What happened? Do you remember?" Charlie said. Ben looked at her with a sympathetic look.

"Charlie… I don't know… but we should go find Freddy and Reynard." He said. Charlie's eyes lit up at the sound of Reynard's name. "We should get dressed too." Ben noted, looking at his sister's bright yellow pajamas and his blue ones, flushing.


"Hmm… what a strange thing indeed…" Reynard said, scratching his chin. Ben and Charlie had already arrived at Freddy and Reynard's apartment, to talk to their friends about what had happened to them. Their house was a wreck, clearly in need of their mother's attention, though as Ben and Charlie's mother had left, Freddy and Reynard's mother was nowhere to be seen.

"What? The fact that we're twelve again or that were alive? Or maybe it's that we're back to the same day from when we died? Or-" Reynard stuck his hand up gently, as if to ask his brother Freddy to be silent. Freddy grumbled, eating some leftover pizza with a scrunched up nose.

"It's true, it is a bit weird… I mean… how old are we actually? Ten and Twelve? We died then… but we still have the minds we had before… our twenty something old ones… the…" Reynard pushed his glasses up his nose, seeming to forget what it was he was saying. Charlie was sitting next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

"You know… I don't really remember what happened… you know… before this happened. "Ben looked down at his hand, seeing the skin. "Do you guys know? Charlie didn't know either…"

"N...no… I can't say I-"

"Uh, yeah" Freddy interrupted, putting up his hand, imitating his brother. "Do you guys not remember? Jeremy… Jessie… do you not remember what happened with them? And when… Charlie… and Jessie… do you remember that…. and then… those… balloons…?" Freddy said, rubbing his head with his hand.

"The balloons... " Ben said, looking up at the ceiling. He did remember that, actually, the balloons… then tying his mask to it… but what did it mean?

"Maybe we should go back? To the restaurant?" Freddy suggested. Ben looked up at him with an angry scowl.

"You want to go back there? Do you not know what happens today? Do you? WE DIE!" Ben said, making Freddy sink back in his seat. "Freddy… we can't go back there…"

"What, then? Do you want to just sit back here and do nothing? Think about This Ben, do you remember all of those secrets and mysteries? All those things about what happened? Do you know what-"

"Freddy… stop… I'll go." Charlie said, standing up next to Reynard. "I don't want to sit here… maybe this is just for today… this… change… if we don't use it now, it may go away and then… I don't know what will happen to us…" Reynard looked up at her, nodding in understanding. Charlie's face flushed.

Ben looked at his sister's face. How much she has changed… from the little ten year old… afraid of her closet and the monster under her bed. They all looked the same, yet they were still themselves… and…. there are still some things that they still don't know… and what would they do? Live life normally? After what happened? Ben didn't even remember what his teacher's name was, or if he even had any real friends…

"Alright." Ben said, finally, looking up at the three faces looking at him with hopeful eyes. "Let's go… right into the jaws of enlightenment!"

"You're so corny" Freddy noted. Ben laughed, turning to leave, his friends close behind.


It was dark out on the street, eerily so. Andrew held Goldie close to his chest, shaking violently. He never thought he could run as fast as he did now, running all the way home in the dark with no light from anywhere except the crescent moon in the sky, barely enough to see more than three feet ahead of himself. His home was only down the block from this father's workplace, and upon getting into his house, he slammed the door shut, panting with fierce shakes. He slumped to the ground, holding Goldie tightly.

I just saw my dad kill a child… he thought to himself. I just saw my dad murder a child He thought again, making himself cry even harder My dad… killed…. a kid… like me…. that kid… he's dead… He thought again, screaming out to his empty house. Would his dad come for him too? His brother? What would happen?

"I-I Don-don't know… wh-what to do… VENUS! PLEASE!" Andrew cried, looking up at the ceiling. "Please…. I-I need… need you… please…" He cried, holding his stuffed bear tightly to his chest.

"Shh… it's alright… don't cry."

"W-what?" Andrew said, looking around. The room was dark, he now noticed, except for the television, which blurred with black and white static. "H-Hello?" He said, looking for anyone who might have spoken. It was a voice he had never heard before.

"It's ok… that child is safe now… no adult can hurt him now…"

"Where are you?" Andrew said, half pouting.

"Why, you're holding me right now"

"W-what?" Andrew said, looking down at the bear in his hands. "Goldie?"

"Yeah, it's me… sorry I've been so quiet before now… I've just had some stuff to take care of, but it's ok now." Goldie said. Andrew noticed her mouth was static; her words were spoken in his head, like he was just thinking in a different voice.

"Am I crazy? I would be-"

"No no… It's really me talking! I promise." Andrew frowned, looking at the shiny golden bear. "Now now, don't look at me like that, Andrew."

"Oh… sorry… I'm just…. scared…. and lonely…."

"It's ok… I'm here… I'll be here… for you, just for you Andrew. Do you remember your sister Andrew? I'll be like her, just like you made me." Goldie said, a soft hum to her voice. Andrew looked at her with utter confusion.

"I… I'd like that Goldie… but… how do you know so much about me?" Andrew asked her, lifting her up as he stood to go to his room. The living room had an eerie feeling to it, like it was almost melting away into something darker. "I don't want to be in here anymore… I want to go to bed…"

"That's ok Andrew, I'll be with you. Let's go to bed." She said as Andrew carried her towards his bedroom. Shadows played tricks on him in his mind. He thought he saw something peeking around the corner of his hallway, but he ran into his room to fast to employ the idea. His mind was packed with so many thoughts, and his head started to hurt after all the running he had just endured.

"Let's… go. Let's go to bed Andrew. You need some sleep."

"Yeah… sleep." Andrew said, swaying as he climbed into his bed. A cold chill swept through the room, like a fan started to blow colder than cold air into his room, making him shiver with a sick feeling to his stomach. He clutched Goldie even harder, half expecting her to complain or whimper. When she did not, he felt reassured, hugging her as he slowed his breathing and heart beat, trying to fall asleep. Right before he fell asleep, he thought he heard something open door, only to see it was just his mind playing a trick on him.


"Wake up Andrew!" Goldie said to him, making him open his eyes slowly. He looked around his room as he sat up, noticing how strange it looked. It technically looked the same, but something eerie about it made it feel so foreign.

"Oh no…" Goldie said, her voice not as steady and relaxed as before. It was so stern, and uncollective, giving Andrew an unsettling feeling. "They're coming… Andrew, They're coming!" Goldie said finally, nearly choking on her own voice. Sweat dripped down Andrew's back, making him feel even worse.

"W-What's coming?" Andrew said, crossing his legs on the bed to keep himself upright. Goldie said nothing, but the door to Andrew's left started to shake.

"ANDREW!" Goldie said loudly, making Andrew jump. "Go! The door! You can't let them get in here!" Goldie said. Andrew jumped up, mostly out of fear, towards the door. He shook as he held it shut, making an effort not to cry. On his shelf, next to the door, sat an unusually placed Flashlight, not his own. Thanking his life, he picked it off the shelf, opening the door slowly. He didn't hear anything, no breathing, no moving, nothing. Flicking the flashlight on revealed… nothing. With a sigh, he looked back to his bed, where he left Goldie.

"It was nothing…" He said, seeming relieved. "It sure had sounded like something…"

"Andrew…" Goldie started to say, but trailed off, seeming to forget whatever it was she was saying. Andrew sighed, looking down the hallway. It was dark, darker than dark. Nothing seemed to be down it, though he thought he heard… something, from the kitchen.

"Hold it here Goldie… I think my dad is home…" Andrew said quietly, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Goldie was still there.

"Wait! Andrew! Don't go out there! It's not safe!" Goldie said, though Andrew wasn't listening. Shutting the door behind himself, he slowly crept down the hall, looking at the neatly placed pictures up on the wall. Pictures of him, his dad, even his mom splayed out on either wall. In that regard, everything was normal, the walls, the lamp on the table, even one of Andrew's toys, all was normal.

Andrew stopped. Scrape Scratch He heard. "Hello?" Andrew said, shaking. Scratch…. He heard. It sounded like something long and metallic scraping the wall. Coming… coming towards him. It was right ahead of him, at the turn of the hallway. Andrew shook even faster, feeling the heat of his body go down as the cold took over him, smothering him like a blanket. Then, as Andrew thought it went away, he saw it, poking it's head around the corner. "B-Bonnie?" Andrew said, seeing the dark blue bunny look at him from around the corner. Long, gnarled fingers and teeth, pressed into a wicked smile, startled him into a scream as he rushed towards him, screeching with a loud metallic scrape.


"I nearly forgot what the outside was like!" Freddy said with a chuckle. He was right, Ben thought, they had been inside for so many years, they nearly forgot what the building even looked like. It's pale white sides and the great big Freddy Fazbear sign were a big change of scenery as opposed to the black and white checkered insides. "Man… Not even twenty minutes as a human and we're already back here…"

"Yeah…" Charlie said, sighing under her breath. Ben thought about how long they had been in there. The days blended together into something that his brain had trouble sorting. It was just, his short life before he died, and his death that lasted over twenty years. He was dead more than alive. "Shall we go in?" Charlie asked, snapping Ben out of his trance.

"Yeah… let's go." Ben said, pushing the doors to the establishment open, just as he had the first time, his little sister chasing after him with her bright smile and eyes, eager to start off his brother's birthday.

"Ben, do you think we'll…" Freddy started, but stopped, mid sentence. They all looked at him, in the lobby, each of them knowing what he was going to say. "I mean… it could… then what would happen?" Freddy sighed.

"I think… we'll…" Ben started, thinking about his words carefully "Well… if it… does… happen, then… do you think we'd just… move on?" He said, nearly choking as the words came out. At that point, he had nearly given up on trying to move on.

"It's not important, what happens happens, right?" Charlie said, getting a nod from the silent Reynard in support, making her cheeks flush. "Come on guys, it won't be that bad- hey! Ben! Remember? It's your birthday again!" Charlie said. Ben was taken aback, having forgotten his own birthday. And one he already had as well. "Ben…" Charlie said, hugging her brother lightly.

"Come on, we gotta get in there!" Freddy said excitedly, dragging Ben through the door with Charlie and Reynard close behind. Right before they opened the door, however, Freddy and Ben stopped, feeling a rush of sickness fall over them. Freddy had to let go of Ben in the process, swaying slightly as he tried to open the door.

"Wait… what… what's happen-… what's happening?" Ben said, feeling himself go red hot, like his heart had started pumping liquid hot magma through his veins instead of blood. "Charlie!" He said, looking over to her. She had slumped over, next to Reynard, as if her knees had given out. Shortly after, she fell down, right on her chest, heaving heavily. Everyone else in the lobby had gone, leaving the four children alone to suffer from something they couldn't explain.

"Ben! Wh-what…" Charlie started. Ben's vision started to blur, making his eyes cross and his stomach lurch. Everything blacked out for a moment. At that same instant, he felt his body go numb with cold. He wanted to shiver, but found he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. His vision slowly came back, though he found he was in a different room with the lights out.

"Ben! Oh god…" Charlie said from somewhere. Her voice sounded… "Ben… it's… it's not us anymore…" She said, making him look down at himself.

"Wait… no… not… not again…" Ben said, seeing his hands now a dark shade of blue. "No! NO! NO!" He screamed, pulling at his chest with his hands. His body wasn't going numb or cold, it was him losing all his blood, his heart, everything. He was never alive at all, he never went back to being human; Ben was dreaming the whole thing, Just as Freddy, Charlie and Reynard had.

"...mmmhhh…." Ben heard the familiar voice of Reynard, or Foxy, as he now guessed. Looking to his left, now remembering his form was now much bigger, picked up the poor fox. He looked much different now, Ben thought. His fingers were tipped, sharp as knifes, and he now had a tongue that also came to a point. He looked like something out of a horror movie.

"What… we're…" Foxy said, seeing himself as he now was. Bonnie heard the utter Terror in his voice, making him feel even worse as even the calm, cool, and collected one started to panic. "I don't want to do this again! I can't!" Foxy cried, clearly shaking.

"Foxy, calm-" Chica started.

"NO! NO MORE!" Foxy said, falling back. "I-I can't do this again! Please!" Foxy shook violently, making the metal of his body shake. Chica sat next to him, trying to calm him down as Bonnie looked around for Freddy. He wasn't with them at all, not lying on the floor, or in the fridge, as Bonnie had expected. It was as if he was never there, and maybe he wasn't.

"I can't! Please no!" Foxy Said behind Bonnie, Chica holding him to try and calm him. Bonnie sighed, turning around towards the dark behind him to find Freddy.


Author's Note-

Hello! I got this one out a bit late, but it doesn't matter, At least it got out before a month, just a week! Hopefully, I'll start to get used to putting these out like I used to, although with three core classes this semester, My doubts are high. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one, and I'm looking forward to hearing what you guys think about this one! Later!


Song of the Day-

"Coffee's For Closers" By Fall Out Boy. Because it is.