Sorry for the slight delay, but here it is bear with me.

Ultimategodgohan: Thanks for that review, it really lifted my spirits up :-), stick around there is more to come.

Events now take an unexpected turn...

(Also, apologies for the confusion with the way I refer to the Puppet, sometimes it's 'the Puppet' or just 'Puppet', I'll try to stick to one in the future.)


Chapter 7.

The Springtrap Has Risen.

"Leave me alone, I'm caught to the bone, the Springtrap has risen, God damn, he's not alone!"

I'm the Purple Guy by DaGames.

"THERE'S MORE COMING THIS WAY!"

"OH SHIT, WE CAN'T HOLD THEM, WE DON'T HAVE ANY SPARE AMMO LEFT!"

"JUST HOW MANY OF THESE FUCKING THINGS ARE THERE?"

"MANGLE SHOULD HAVE THAT SECOND PROPELLER WORKING BY NOW!"

"QUICK FOXY, GET CHICA, WE NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET!"

"ARGH, LET THEM COME, WHILE THERE'S STILL ONE FAZBEAR IN THE WORLD THAT STILL DRAWS BREATH!"

"The Springtrap has risen and he is not alone."

Springtrap's eyes shot open.

At first his vision was burled, hazy, everything appeared to melting into each other.

His hearing was muffled, stifle, the sounds echoed in the way in which one would hear them underwater.

Springtrap could make out several sounds, the sounds of feet running across the floor, the sounds of fires burning, the humming of electronics, the sounds of gunshots, and finally the unmistakable sounds of shouts and screams.

Springtrap raised his head, he could see burled shapes race past him, but as his vision cleared, he saw that they were metal like figures...metal skeletons in a sense.

Looking ahead, he saw a group of people surrounding a door, the first looked similar to him, but was obviously a female, the second was clearly a male and had the appearance of a pirate, while the last one, another female just looked strange to him.

"FUCK IT, JUST KILL THEM, WE NEED TO BUY MIKE AS MUCH TIME AS POSSIBLE!" One of the females shouted, firing her last shots, before switching to her knife.

"WHERE'S FREDDY, OR TOY FREDDY, OR GOLDIE IN FACT?" the male pirate one asked.

"Goldie, he's here?" Springtrap mentally asked, his eyes scanning his area of vision.

"THEY'RE UP ON THE TOP DECK, TRYING TO STOP THE PURPLE GUY, MANGLE AND TOY FREDDY ARE TRYING TO FIX THE SECOND PROPELLER," the second female shouted.

She continued to shout over the ever-increasing chaos.

"APPARENTLY, THE PURPLE GUY FIRED A MISSLE AT IT!"

"HE HAS MISSILES NOW!" The male pirate exclaimed.

"BONNIE IS UP THERE TOO!" The first female yelled, pointing to the metal ladder which lead up to the top deck and happened to be in the aisle behind Springtrap.

"Thanks for the directions," Springtrap whispered, grinning as he undid his seatbelt.

He then leapt out of his seat like a tiger, smashing into the metal figures, they didn't have a chance to scream or react as Springtrap ripped them apart.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?" The second female screamed, pointing at the strange yellow human with bunny ears.

How quick they were to forget about bringing Springtrap with them.

"I DON'T KNOW, BUT HE'S ATTACKING ENDOSKELETONS, AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!" The first female screamed.

"COULDN'T AGREE WITH YOU MORE LASSIE!" The male pirate cried, slashing several endoskeletons at once, decapitating their heads clean off with his hook.

Springtrap stomped and smashed entire groups of endoskeletons, all the while the group of strangers just stood there with their mouths wide open, watching as Springtrap just crushed endoskeleton after endoskeleton.

"He's good," the second female commented.

"Very good," replied the first female.

"Aye," was all the male pirate could say.

Springtrap, still ripping an endoskeleton apart approached them, splitting it in half.

He had never felt so powerful in his whole life, it must be the adrenaline kicking in.

"Give me your knife?" He asked, dropping what remained of the endoskeleton and holding his hand out to the first female.

"Sure," she said, her eyes rang with confusion, as she placed the knife in Springtrap's hand.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Thanks," Springtrap replied, gripping the knife tightly.

"It's Springtrap by the way."

He then ran off, abandoning the conversation as he headed towards the ladder, which led up to the top deck, brushing aside endoskeletons as if they were mere ants.

He then leapt up the ladder, knocking the endoskeletons who were coming through out of his way and out into the bright summer sunlight.

To see and feel the warmth of the sun again after so long…felt good.


1 minute earlier...

Mangle was struggling to find the last wire that was needed to fully reconnect the propeller to the main power unit, everything else was in its place, she had even bent the propeller blades back to their proper shape.

Toy Freddy continued to fight off hordes of endoskeletons, but he was now down to his last round of ammunition.

To save ammo, he had started to use his shotgun as a club and had successfully beaten several endoskeletons to death, but that still didn't seem to thin their ranks.

They surrounded him, it was like having his back against the wall, as a horde of lifeless, grey eyes tested his resolve without rest.

"MANGLE YOU SAID YOU NEEDED TWO MINUTES, I'VE GIVEN YOU FOUR, NOW WHERE'S THAT FUCKING PROPELLER!" He shouted, trying to fight off several endoskeletons at once.

One was luckily enough to grab hold of the shotgun and began to wrestle with Toy Freddy for control of it.

With just one endoskeleton tying him down, the others were free to rush at Mangle.

"Just...one...more...wire, I've nearly got it...I just can't see it," Mangle replied, her hands sorting through rows upon rows of copper wire.

"MANGLE, HURRY UP FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Toy Freddy yelled, trying to rip the shotgun out of the endoskeleton's grip.

Knowing the danger which Mangle was about to find herself in, he pulled sharply as he spun around on the spot.

The move worked with the endoskeleton being pulled in a direction it didn't want to go…off the edge of the airship and into open space.

The force being created by the pull, made it let go of the shotgun, but the momentum remained regardless and the endoskeleton was sent falling to its death, one thousand feet below.

Toy Freddy quickly regained control of the shotgun.

"Nice try," he mentally sneered.

He turned only to get jumped by a whole pack of them, the shock and impact caused him to tumble backwards, off the side of the airship.

"MANGLE!" he screeched in pure panic and adrenaline induced fear.

Suddenly an endoskeleton arm came out of nowhere grabbed hold of his waist, before hoisting him back on board.

He took the opportunity to fire a full blast of shotgun shrapnel at the endoskeletons on mass.

It couldn't have worked out better than he had hoped, with the resulting blast ripping through more than twenty of them in one go.

Landing back on his own two feet, he spied a lone endoskeleton who had be able to sneak past his defense and was about to get the drop on Mangle as she was working.

Within no time flat, he brought the shotgun to bear, swiftly bringing the barrel of the weapon down on the endoskeleton' head.

The impact travelled through its head, pushing it down onto the floor, crushing it beyond repair and destroying its central logic unit.

Mangle, meanwhile had been none the wiser.

"Shit...I know this wire is in here somewhere," she mentally moaned, amidst the sounds of endoskeleton screams.

Toy Freddy swiftly turned around and pointed the shotgun at the remaining endoskeletons.

"So…does anyone else want to be a hero?" he asked sarcastically, feeling a wave of exhaustion pass through him.

Surprisingly the endoskeletons actually backed off a bit, wary to approach him.

Vincent meanwhile was slowly cutting into the rope which Goldie and Bonnie were holding into.

Freddy was trying his best to stop him, but couldn't as he found himself struck between a group of endoskeletons and the deck's edge.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He mentally screamed, panicking under the pressure.

"Just like I said in 1987, Freddy, you can't save them," Vincent stated, chuckling to himself.

Then several endoskeletons' screams were heard from the direction of hatch, followed by the sounds of metal being crudely bent.

Freddy could just make out Toy Chica scream something about a golden bunny.

Then he saw why.

Several endoskeletons were thrown out of the hatch, all being flung to the ground as a tall human in a tattered golden suit with bunny ears leapt out of the chaos and landed nearby on his feet.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!" Vincent and Freddy shouted in unison.

"I have risen," said Springtrap coldly, his grey greenish eyes narrowed as he approached Vincent, whose eyes now rang with fear and recognition.

"Wait, your-"

"Springtrap," said Freddy calmly, finishing Vincent's sentence for him.

Upon seeing his chance with Vincent now distracted, Freddy leapt at him, knocking him to the ground, with the knife falling out of his hands and landed nearby.

However, the rope holding Goldie and Bonnie snapped.

"FREDDY!" Bonnie screamed, as she and Goldie started to fall through the air.

Springtrap ran, ignoring Vincent and leapt forward with half of his body going over the side as he reached for the rope.

He only just caught it, bringing Goldie and Bonnie's free fall to an abrupt halt

They both looked up to see...

"Spring?"

"Bonnie?"

"HANG ON, I'LL SWING YOU TWO UP, BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO GRAB ONTO MY OTHER HAND!" Springtrap shouted, tightening his grip as best as he could.

Goldie and Bonnie both nodded in agreement, anything solution would do to get them out of this mess.

Springtrap then started to swing the rope back and forth, building up the momentum.

As he did that, Mangle found the last wire she needed.

"FINALLY!" She shouted, connecting it to the bundle of other wires, fully reconnecting the propeller back to the inbuilt power grid.

There was an electric buzzing noise as the propeller started to spin again, building up speed.

Compared to its counterpart, it was still clearly damaged, but at least it worked.

With the deed done, Mangle took over from Toy Freddy and started to smash the remaining endoskeletons with her endoskeleton arms.

Knocking them aside or grabbing hold and throwing them off deck

"Go and help Freddy," she ordered, laying into every single endoskeleton in sight.

"I've got things covered from here."

Toy Freddy nodded before turning round and running towards Freddy, who was fighting Vincent.

"YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT'S COMING FOR YOU, DO YOU HEAR, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US!" Freddy shouted, as he wrestled with Vincent, who just laughed back in response.

"Oh please, the amount of times I've heard that said to me...guess many times my enemies got back at me?"

He pulled Freddy in close enough to whisper in his ear.

"None, because they're all dead," before smacking Freddy square on in the face.

He then pushed Freddy off him and got back on his feet, only to turn round and see Toy Freddy with his shotgun aimed at him and smiling rather viciously.

"It's time to die!"

But before Toy Freddy could actually fire, a lone endoskeleton jumped on his back, making him drop the shotgun.

It bounced on the ground at an angle, setting it off.

The bullet flew through the air, just clipping Springtrap's right shoulder.

He looked back to see the Purple Man, making his escape, just as Freddy was picking himself.

Toy Freddy and Mangle were both were preoccupied with the few remaining endoskeletons to do anything else.

Using all of his strength, he swung the rope to his left, bringing Goldie and Bonnie up close enough to grab his hand.

He then pulled them up, just as Toy Freddy, destroyed the lone endoskeleton that was attacking him.

"HE'S ESCAPING!" Mangle shouted, pointing in the direction of the Purple Man, as he grabbed a rope and swung back towards his ship.

"He who flees today, lives to fight another day," Vincent mentally laughed, as he landed on the top deck of his airship.

"Wait here," Springtrap muttered, before taking off in the direction of the Purple Guy's airship.

"SPRINGTRAP, WAIT, HE'S DANGEROUS!" Goldie shouted, reaching out to stop Springtrap, but he was well out of his reach.

Meanwhile Freddy helped Bonnie up.

"Are you two alright?" He asked, throwing his arms around both of them.

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm not in any serious pain," Bonnie replied, hugging Freddy back.

"I have...metal pieces in my shoulders...I need to have them...extracted," Goldie stated, he struggled to wrap his arms around Freddy...the muscles in his shoulders ached, as intense pain shot up his neck.

"FUCK!" He hissed, falling down onto his knees, whilst clutching himself in agony.

"Bonnie, take him down below, Mangle!" Freddy called.

Mangle, by this point had grabbed the very last endoskeleton and was about to throw it off the deck, when Freddy called her.

"Yes?" She asked, turning to face him.

"Go and bring Springtrap back, he might be strong, but not when he's on his own," Freddy ordered.

Mangle nodded, she then smashed the endoskeleton's face in, before tossing it off the deck and turning her attention towards following Springtrap.

"What now, Freddy?" Toy Freddy asked, picking up his shotgun.

"We need to do two things, first we need to get everyone back in the ship, and then make our way to Jeremy's," Freddy replied, turning to face his counterpart.

"Right, I'll go down then, here, you'll need this, it's still loaded," Toy Freddy stated, giving his shotgun to Freddy.

Vincent, meanwhile was about to open the hatch, that led from the top deck down to the interior of his airship.

However, when he turned to look back briefly at the other airship...he wished he hadn't.

The first thing which greeted his eyes was Springtrap, swinging across on a rope.

"Crap, I knew I should have cut the rope, when I had the chance," he thought, as Springtrap landed nearby with a thud.

"Hi there, Springtrap...or is it Spring Bonnie, I forget it's been how many years since I last saw you, mmm, let me think now, oh yes thirty-seven," Vincent laughed nervously as Springtrap approached him.

"Hello, Purple Man, I see you haven't changed a bit, despite thirty-seven years," Springtrap stated, towering over Vincent, with his eyes full of immense anger.

"Well, I did take a long break after 1987, actually I'm rather surprised to see you, I thought you were 'put down' as the phrase goes, following your mental breakdown, you see-"

He was cut off as Springtrap picked him up, holding him in the air roughly by the shoulders.

"You killed a child, a poor innocent boy...I want to know why, before I 'put you down' and end your pathetic existence," said Springtrap, his tone was one of rage and sternness.

"Well I was driving by and he just looked so sad, so...I...decided to...put him...out of his...misery," Vincent stated, shrugging his shoulders.

Springtrap said nothing, he just looked blankly at Vincent, staring deep into his soul.

"Did that answer your question?" Vincent asked, trying to wiggle his hands free.

"Yes...it did...now die!" Springtrap hissed, grabbing Vincent by the throat.

"ORDER 5, ORDER 5!" Vincent chocked, trying to click his fingers to signal any nearby endoskeletons to come to his immediate rescue.

"I want you to suffer first, for taking that child's life," Springtrap sneered, tightening his grip on Vincent's windpipe.

"He's dead...killing me...won't bring him...back," Vincent croaked, trying to loosen Springtrap's grip around his neck.

"I know that...but I won't let you kill another child, the world's a safer place without you!" Springtrap hissed.

He slowly pulled the knife which Toy Bonnie had given him out of his pocket and raised it above Vincent aiming to plunge it straight into his neck and severe his juglar.

Yet unknown to Springtrap, the hatch door opened, and inside an endoskeleton with a pistol took aim.

"You know...Springtrap...you should really...check your corners...if not...you might...get exposed to the...unsuspecting," Vincent stated, struggling to breath, as Springtrap squeezed the life out of him.

From where she was on the other airship, Mangle could see Springtrap chocking Vincent with the knife raised above him, but she could also see the endoskeleton in the hatchway, aiming directly at Springtrap with its pistol.

"SPRINGTRAP, TO YOUR RIGHT!" She shouted.

Springtrap, turned to see the endoskeleton, it fired.

He stepped backwards, the bullet gazing his left arm, making him drop Vincent, who instantly proceeded to gasp for breath.

"It's only a flesh wound," Springtrap thought, shrugging off the pain.

He turned and with one swift motion he jammed the knife right into endoskeleton's head, destroying its central logical unit...effectively killing it.

He then grabbed the lifeless endoskeleton, lifted it up, turned and threw it at one of the four propellers.

The impact destroyed both the endoskeleton and the propeller, sending pieces of twisted metal flying across the deck.

"SPRINGTRAP, WE HAVE TO GO!" Mangle shouted, as the ground beneath her shook.

Mike's airship, now with both propellers working, was trying to pull itself away from Vincent's, but it was struggling to do so as Vincent's harpoons were keeping it firmly in place.

They had the potential to rip away parts of the ship, in the process of Mike's airship ever breaking free.

Springtrap, really wanted to smash Vincent's face in, as did so many others, but he knew that wouldn't happen today.

Mike's airship was pulling further away, straining the harpoon ropes, if he didn't go now, he would be left stranded on Vincent's airship with an army of endoskeletons.

He was strong, but he wasn't invincible.

Turning in Mangle's direction he ran, grabbing a rope before swinging across the already widening gap.

Vincent, grabbed the pistol which had previously belonged to the endoskeleton, now destroyed beyond all recognition.

He targeted the rope Springtrap was using, aiming to send him to his death by means of falling.

He fired, the bullet rushed through the air, it succeeded in cutting the rope in two.

Springtrap fell, only for Mangle to reach out with her extended endoskeleton arms and grab him, before pulling him back up.

"Come on, everyone else is inside," she said, dragging him back over the edge.

"Thank you," Springtrap replied, getting up on his own two feet.

Vincent now aimed at Mangle, he pulled the trigger, but it didn't fire.

"FUCK, IT HAD TO BECOME JAMMED AT THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT!" He shouted in deep frustration, proceeding to open the gun's barrel.

A inner springs had become entangled with each other, jamming the fringing mechanism.

"So convenient for her," he muttered, snapping the gun barrel shut, right now he had other priorities.

Mangle climbed down the hatchway ladder, quickly followed by Springtrap.

He stopped briefly and looked back at the other airship.

Vincent was doing the exact same thing.

For a moment, they both locked eyes with each other, starting one another down.

But in the end, Springtrap sighed and climbed down the ladder, sealing the hatch door shut.


Vincent, climbed down his own ladder into the main compartment, to see several endoskeletons all looking at him for instructions.

"What now sir?" one asked.

"You tell the pilot to disengage the harpoon ropes, we don't wish to be dragged along by the other airship, but don't follow them, we are to remain stationary," Vincent ordered.

The endoskeleton nodded, before turning round and rushing off down the corridor towards the cockpit.

"You three, get up there and repair that fourth propeller, in fact check the other three, I think another one is about to blow due to close proximity damage."

A sudden explosion above them shook the ship rather violently, confirming his fears.

"That bloodily Springtrap, I'll make him pay for this," Vincent mentally cursed, gritting his teeth.

"Everyone else suit up and get ready, this isn't over yet!" he stated.

All the other endoskeletons nodded, then proceeded to carry out his instructions of repairing the airship.

Vincent, stepped down off the ladder and headed towards the cockpit.

Once inside, he saw two endoskeletons pressing various buttons and pulling on multiple levers.

"Disengaging harpoon ropes...now," one of them stated, pressing several buttons in a specific pattern.

There was an electric humming noise, as the harpoon launchers cut the ropes which attached them to the harpoons, which jutted out of the side of Mike's airship.

Upon their separation, Mike's airship, although badly damaged, suddenly gained a boost in power and started to out distance Vincent's airship.

"You can run...for now, but you cannot hide," Vincent whispered, watching as the other airship got smaller and smaller as the distance between them increased.

This was an outcome which he hadn't planned for.

Luckily for him and unfortunately for the Fazbears ,he was a master of comprise.

He pulled up his sleeve to look at his watch, the same kind of watch which he had given to Nightmare Freddy.

"I'll text Nightmare Freddy in two, no make that three hours, if they're heading to Jeremy's then that's where they'll be."

Then an idea popped into his head.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with its potential prospect, sure it was a random thought, but if what Nightmare Freddy had said was correct then it had the chance to succeed.

"Families are connected by trust and if that trust is broken, then there's no more family, I'll get Nightmare Freddy to give them something...'special'...something that they won't forget," he thought, as the idea festered in his mind.

He pulled down his sleeve, turned and headed off down the corridor.

As part the ship's interior design, the endoskeletons had built him his own private bedroom, it was small though due to the importance of other things.

It was very basic in its layout and what it possessed, but it'll do.

Laying down on the bed, Vincent set his watch an alarm to wake him up in three hours, he needed to sleep.

"Fighting is exhausting work...never intended to be a fighter."

He then chuckled to himself.

Oh well, despite that unexpected intervention, if their airship were to fall out of the sky, then that'll cut my work short," he muttered, laying back against the pillows.

"If only though," he wondered, feeling the power of sleep tug at his worn out mind.

"If...only."

But if the Fazbears were to die, he would rather have them all die at his hands, no one else's…not even God's.


Springtrap finished climbing down the ladder, upon touching the ground, he turned round...to find everyone else staring at him in curiosity.

Warning lights continued to flash from the cockpit, as another male stepped out.

He appeared to be out of place when compared to everyone else…too normal.

"Oh...who's this?" He asked, pointing directly at Springtrap, clearly he saw him as a newcomer.

One of the males…Freddy, who had been hugging Bonnie stood up from their shared seat and stepped forward.

Springtrap instantly noticed his black dinner suit, black top hat, bowtie and...bear ears which stuck out of the sides of his head.

"Hi there...Springtrap...I'm Freddy, this here is Bonnie."

"Thanks for saving me," she said, smiling, meeting Springtrap in the eye.

"Your very much welcome," he replied, smiling back, noticing that she had purplish bunny ears jutting out of the top of her head, adding to that of her purple reddish hair.

"I'm Chica," said one, pointing to herself, instantly Springtrap took note of her bright blonde hair and warming smile.

"Aye matey, I'm Foxy," said the pirate, waving his hook as a form of greeting, he wore what appeared to be an old pirate's costume along with an eye patch to match.

Plus his ears matched the shape of a real fox, both being triangle in design and red.

"We're the Toys, I'm Toy Freddy," said another male, he looked just like Freddy expected his hair was of a lighter brown and his bow tie was red, not black.

Although he too had bear ears.

"I'm Toy Bonnie, it's a pleasure to meet you Springtrap," said Toy Bonnie, she smiled, her light blue hair catching the sunlight that shone through the destroyed windows.

Like Bonnie, she too had bunny ears sticking out of the top of her head, expect they were a light blue.

"I'm Toy Chica, are you ok?" She asked, looking rather concerned, yet again she closely resembled Chica, expect she was slightly shorter in height and her blondish hair was short in length.

"Yes...I'm fine," Springtrap asked, sitting down, he suddenly felt exhausted.

He heard a sound above him, looking up he saw the one they called Mangle, scuttling about.

"Hi...I'm Toy Foxy, but everyone else calls me Mangle," she said, smiling in a pleasing manner.

"Hello there, Mangle," Springtrap replied, tilting his head to get a better view of her.

"You can crawl on the ceiling, I see?"

"Yeah, endoskeleton arms, quite handy in getting around," she replied, swinging from one place to the next.

Springtrap then noticed a small boy, with a reddish blue cap, a child no less.

"Hello...I'm Balloon Boy, but everyone just calls me BB," he said, pointing to himself.

"Odd name," Springtrap thought, why was a child on an airship with several adults?

"There is also a girl called Puppet by the way, but she's was wounded, so she's in the cockpit lying down," Balloon Boy stated, he looked sad as he said it, his eyes were now glued to the floor.

"And this is Mike Schmidt, he's the pilot and created this airship," Freddy stated, gesturing towards the figure in question.

"Co created, lets not forgot Jeremy's contribution," the figure replied chuckled.

"Although I was able to fly this thing, so I guess I can receive more credit for that."

Springtrap turned to examine Mike in closer detail.

"As I thought...very out of place when compared to the others," Springtrap thought, he didn't appear to wear anything which matched the others in terms of dress sense.

No bear, bunny or fox ears to speak of.

Freddy then cleared his throat, as if to make an announcement.

"And of course, without further delay, you already know Goldie, aka Golden Freddy," he said, stepping aside to reveal Goldie sitting in a seat, as Toy Bonnie examined the wounds on his shoulders.

Upon seeing his old friend, Springtrap instantly got up and walked over.

Goldie himself, looked shocked to see him.

"Spring...is it really you?" He asked, reaching out with one of his hands.

Springtrap held it, shaking it.

"Yes, it's me Frebear...Spring Bonnie, I've come back," Springtrap replied, he looked down at Goldie, as feelings of nostalgia washed over him.

"But for now, I can just call you Goldie, I suppose the nickname matches your clothing after all."

Goldie chuckled.

"You've only just realised that now."

But still to see Springtrap standing right before him, eyes wide open was quite a shock for him.

"Well...welcome back," which was all Goldie could say.

It was as if they had only last spoken yesterday.

The sound of Mike clearing his throat, however caught everyone's attention.

"I would like to thank you personally Springtrap...for saving us out there, we were literally at the end of our rope," he said, walking forward to shake Springtrap's hand.

He had a firm, but sincere grip.

"Your welcome Mike, but why are you all on an airship, why isn't the Purple Guy in jail, he's killed a child," Springtrap stated, looking around to survey his surroundings.

Clearly, he wanted answers, as well as a catch up on all that's happened since the late nineteen seventies.

"We are trying to leave our old lives behind, Springtrap, trying to wipe the slate clean and make a fresh start, why the Purple Guy isn't in jail, well the fact is that there just isn't enough evidence to have him put behind bars or strap him in the electric chair," Toy Freddy stated, his eyes narrowed at the last part of his sentence, stating a strong desire to see justice done.

"WHAT, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Springtrap shouted, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"We all know that, he has wrecked and ruined so many lives, mainly ours," Toy Freddy replied, clicking his tongue in frustration.

"Spring," said Goldie looking up at Springtrap.

"He didn't just kill one child, he's killed eleven in total between 1978 and 1987."

"Eleven, he's murdered eleven children and still no one has done anything to stop him," Springtrap stated, his hands turned into fists, it was clear he was getting angry.

He just couldn't believe in what he was hearing.

"I'm afraid so Spring, it breaks my heart to hear it too, but he's just very good at covering his tracks," Goldie replied solemnly.

"He always has been."

With the help of Toy Bonnie, he was able stand up straight.

"But right now, we need to focus on getting to Chicago first, the sooner we're there the better, plus I'll be able to explain everything to you then," said Goldie, slowly unfolding Springtrap's fists, trying to calm him down.

"Can you focus your mind on other things until we get there?" He asked.

Springtrap turned to face him.

"Perhaps, if something which threatens my existence were to come up, apart from that, my head is swarming with questions," he replied.

"I'm actually glad you mentioned that, because I have good and bad news," said Mike, rubbing his chin.

Everyone else turned in his direction, putting him on the spot.

"The good news is that Chicago is only 9 miles away, the bad news however, is that we only have enough fuel left to fly for 6 miles straight, we lost a considerable amount of fuel during the fight," he stated, looking rather uneasy.

"One of the harpoons must have hit the fuel tank, until now we didn't know that we're losing fuel."

"But, how will we get to Jeremy's if we don't have enough fuel?" Chica asked, clinging onto Foxy for comfort.

Mike scratched the back of his head, looking even more nervous.

"Yeah about that...we're gonna have to crash land the ship-"

"WHAT, WE'LL DIE!" Bonnie shouted her eyes filling with fear.

"If I'm able to land the ship successful, we'll live, if not then you can all haunt me forever in the afterlife," Mike replied, holding up his hands to keep certain people clam.

"Oh, I'll promise you that," Freddy commented, his eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Thanks Freddy, I appreciate that, but until then I need everyone to follow my instructions if we are to survive, first can Chica and Toy Chica take the Puppet somewhere else, she can't be in the cockpit," Mike ordered, pointing in its direction.

"Right, we'll put her in the mid-section of the ship, that's usually the safest part onboard," said Toy Chica, walking forward.

Mike then turned to face Freddy and Toy Freddy.

"Good, Toy Freddy and Freddy, I need you two to unload the storage compartment, keep any aid knits you find, as well as a few weapons, but besides that throw everything else out, we need to reduce our weight, it'll ensure a smoother landing."

"I see...your logic," Toy Freddy replied, scratching his head.

"Makes sense to me," Freddy answered.

"Good, Mangle," Mike called, looking up

"Yes?" she asked, turning down to face him.

"Go outside and remove those harpoons, we can't be catching anything as we descend, if they do, then we'll be torn to shreds, this ship is as damaged enough as it'll ever be," Mike stated, looking around the cluttered living quarters.

It looked as if a hurricane had swept through, this airship would properly never fly again upon landing.

"Right, I'll be back soon," Mangle replied, heading towards the hatch ladder.

"Bonnie and Toy Bonnie, I need you two monitor everyone in here, because I'll be in the cockpit, preparing the ship for landing."

The two Bonnies nodded.

"Wait, about me, Goldie and...sorry what was your name again?" Springtrap asked, turning to face Balloon Boy.

"Balloon Boy, but you can call me BB," Balloon Boy answered.

"I don't mind either way."

"Thanks, so what about me, Goldie and BB?" Springtrap asked.

"Well...there isn't really anything for BB to do, Goldie's still wounded in his shoulder muscles, so Springtrap, I know you've just been through a lot recently, but can you please remove these dead endoskeletons?" Mike asked, pointing to piles upon piles of destroyed endoskeleton parts that littered the ship's interior.

"Of course, it'll take my mind off things," Springtrap replied, satisfied that he was finally doing something after being asleep for so long.

"That's great, I'll start the descent now," Mike stated, glad that at least some order could be restored.

He turned and quickly headed off towards the cockpit, while everyone else set about their individual tasks.

"Come on dear, we'll take you somewhere safe and comfortable," said Toy Chica, as she and Chica slowly picked up the Puppet and carried her out of the cockpit, making sure not to cause her any more pain.

"Where's...Balloon Boy?" She asked weakly, her white dots for eyes flickered about in all directions.

"He's still here, do you want me to go and get him for you?" Chica asked.

"Yes...please," the Puppet pleaded, her eyes had the look of a desperate person.

They carried her down the aisle, placing her down near Goldie.

"Better?" Toy Chica asked.

"Yes...thank you," the Puppet replied, she smiled, that was some good news.

"Goldie, you keep her company, I'll go and get BB," said Chica, turning to face him.

"Now I have to babysit?" Goldie asked, somewhat annoyed and yet surprised at the idea.

"Only until I get BB, tell her about your glory days," Chica suggested, before turning round and heading in search of Balloon Boy.

"I'm gonna go and see if anyone else needs help," said Toy Chica.

She patted Goldie lightly on the head, before turning away and walking off down the aisle, humming to herself.

"Glory days...right...where do I start...was it 1975 or 1974, I forget," Goldie muttered, scratching his head, as he try to recall his earliest memories.

"Well...I was known as Fredbear back in my old days, but I had Springtrap, otherwise known back then as Spring Bonnie."

He sighed, as he relived old times.

"Those were good days, me and Spring performing for the kids, everyday we brought out a new act...a new song, I felt that it would go on forever."

Then his expression suddenly darken, something the Puppet instantly noticed.

"But it didn't…did it?" The Puppet asked.

"It didn't...personally I would describe it as a train wreck...sudden, unexpected and very traumatic," Goldie stated, his voice had suddenly become very quiet.

"The day it happened...when everything just stopped, I remember it well...it was 1978."

The Puppet just stared at Goldie, she felt nervous as her breathing increased, it was as if something personal about her was about to be revealed.

"I was playing and serving some of our special cake to the children...Spring was playing his guitar...then it happened."

Goldie casted his eyes downward.

"A child...an innocent boy was killed...stabbed to death right outside the diner, by you know who, I didn't see it...but Spring did, he was pounding against the main door, begging the man to stop, wailing his heart out...I didn't help him, I just kept on performing."

His eyes flickered over to Springtrap who was picking up the remains of endoskeletons and throwing them up the hatch onto the top deck where he would later go up and proceed to toss them off the ship.

"They had to restrain Spring...said he was causing a scene, I just kept on dancing and singing, even as they dragged him right past me, he called out to me to help him...I did nothing, I didn't even say anything as they dragged him backstage," Goldie continued.

His eyes were watering.

"Soon, the police came, they closed the place down for a while, as an investigation got underway. During that time, me and Spring were confined to our rooms, all day and night, he kept on hammering his hands against the wall, calling out for me to answer him...I didn't, I just ignored him."

The Puppet continued to look at him, blank faced, trying not to show any emotion.

"When the place did re-opened...it wasn't the same, fewer people came, then they nearly stopped coming altogether...Spring rarely came out of his room, I did ask the staff about it, but they told me that Spring wasn't mentally fit to come out...so it was just me...I did everything."

He wiped away the tears that were forming under his dark red eyes.

"Did I worry about Spring, of course I did, but I didn't let it show, I couldn't break down like he did, not in front of the children."

"What...finally caused...the place...to close?" The Puppet asked, her voice was still weak.

"In early 1979, I think it was late February, the staff had finally convinced Spring to come out of his room to perform...we were actually going to be shut down in March, it was meant to be our last show, our big finale."

"So, what happened?" The Puppet asked, her eyes remained emotionless, but inside she was crying.

Goldie rubbed his eyes clean before continuing.

"Well the show started ok, we sang our usual songs, did our acts, like the old times, but Spring just wasn't with it."

Goldie breathed in deep.

"But everything went downhill, when we were passing out prize plushies to the children who had won a series of contests, Spring was handing out plushies of himself, when a child he had just given a plushie to dropped it...he just snapped...he fell to his knees and started screaming about the murdered child, about the murderer and how he could prove who did it...right in front of the children."

"Then he turned to me, he grabbed me by the shoulders and begged me to believe him, saying how family members stick together, he said how he trusted me over everything."

"But," said the Puppet, she could predict what was coming again.

"I...I just turned away...turned my back on him, he screamed my name as the staff dragged him away, the people were leaving the diner in droves with their children, who were crying as they were dragged to their cars...soon the whole diner was empty...abandoned with me, just standing there on the stage, all the while Spring was being restrained backstage...it was our last day as performers...the last day Fredbear's Family Diner opened its doors."

"What happened to you two?" The Puppet asked, she could feel her body become cold.

"We were isolated, confined to our rooms...a few weeks later, we were taken to another place...it was called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria...the two of us lived there...for a couple of years...all the time workmen were coming in and preparing the place for its grand opening."

"How was Spring?" The Puppet asked, her voice was getting shaky, as the cold fluster pass through her.

"Well actually, I was the only one of the two that was conscious, Spring following his breakdown at Fredbear's Family Diner had been put into a medically induced coma...he was just too broken to perform."

Goldie paused, trying to gather his thoughts.

"But soon I discovered that I wasn't gonna be a performer...instead, I was to be kept backstage as they brought in four new ones, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy."

"So, that's was how it was for the next couple of years...I was confined to backstage, but I taught the new ones all I knew, they never woke up Spring...kept him down in the basement...in the dark. I hoped that one day, him and me would be re-installed, I had also hoped that the taint of Fredbear's Family Diner wouldn't follow us."

"But it did," the Puppet stated, she already knew about the next unfortunate turn of events..

"Yes...it did...in an even worse fashion than what occurred in 1978..."

Goldie sighed before continuing.

"It was the 26th of June 1983, five kids were killed in one of the back rooms, the Purple guy or Vincent as we later found out wore one of those fake suits...Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were all affected...they struggled to understand what was happening as people ran from the Pizzeria in droves, screaming, carrying their children in their arms, as crowds of people flood out into the streets."

"I remember Freddy, reaching out to pat a little girl on the head, when her mother grabbed her, smacking Freddy away with her handbag, screaming how she didn't want her child to be killed by a children's mascot and that they were never coming back."

Goldie, buried his head in his hands.

"He was heartbroken...he just couldn't understand what was going on...he was young then...mentally though...physically he's never changed, like I've always looked this way since 1974...haven't aged a day as it would appear."

"And the murders continued into 1987, with the Toys," said the Puppet, this part she already knew.

"Yes, but by then I had gotten use to the Fazbear business going under, the others took some time to adjust...but it was the Toys who bore the full broadside of responsibility, even though they included you, Puppet did nothing wrong."

"As you remember you, BB and the Toys were going to be 'put down' but we got you all out and hid you in the old Pizzeria, hiding you away from the staff."

"I deeply thank you for doing that, I'm sure Balloon Boy and the Toys do as well," Puppet said, sounding very grateful.

"We are forever in your debt."

She reached out and took hold of Goldie's hand squeezing it.

He squeezed back.

"But should you be happy, Springtrap is here, awake and he doesn't appear to be suffering from any mental breakdowns," the Puppet stated, turning to watch Springtrap carry out his tasks.

"I know I should be...but I fear-"

"You fear that he'll bring everything back up...your scared that he won't forgive you?" The Puppet asked.

Goldie was physically shaking as she spoke her words.

"Yes," it was barely a whisper.

"I know it sounds like I was being completely selfish and cold, but I had my reasons, back at Fredbear's Diner, I just couldn't bring myself to terms with what had just happened, I really wanted things to go back to what they were before that day, I didn't want to comfort reality...unlike Spring," said Goldie, trying to maintain a straight face.

"It does come over as very cold," said the Puppet, but she continued to hold Goldie's hand.

"I know it does, I didn't tell anyone though...I felt so guilty afterwards, I just couldn't tell the others especially Freddy, I couldn't let the darkness of the past ruin his life."

"You lied to us about your own origins in order to protect us," the Puppet stated.

Goldie nodded, his body was still shaking.

"I've lied to everyone, it hurts to lie, but I did it to ensure that they were safe from the past."

"What about Springtrap?" The Puppet asked.

"I did try to get Spring back, but I couldn't, the door to the basement was locked at all times and I just couldn't find a way of opening it," Goldie answered.

"For many years, I just sat there in back room, listening to Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy perform, I thought over my mistakes, slowly welcoming the cold reality of my situation that I was now forgotten, abandoned, but worse still, that I had properly lost the closest person I could call family."

The Puppet smiled a sad smile.

"I wished above anything that someone would open that door, but they didn't...until about several weeks ago."

This caused the Puppet's eyes to gleam with interest.

"To be precise it was a couple of weeks ago, I woken up in the back room and found that the door to the basement was wide open. I entered...went down and found him, sitting there against the wall...asleep."

Goldie appeared to smile.

"I ran up and hugged him, then I noticed that he wouldn't wake up, he was still in his coma, I try to enter his mind, but couldn't as it was locked out to me."

He turned to face the Puppet.

"So, what could I do...Springtrap wasn't responding, I knew that with the basement door now open, the others would soon find out...so that's why I told everyone that I had found another person from Fredbear's Family Diner in the basement and that upon closer inspection. I remembered who he was, and that he and I had actually performed together."

"So...for thirty...seven years...you've worn...a chain...around your neck," the Puppet stated, she couldn't say much as the pain in her shoulder was starting to flare up again.

"I know that he'll bring it up and that I will have to face the fire, he'll hate me for what I did as will the others."

"Goldie...at first you came over as heartless and cold, but now...I see why and I understand your position, you messed up...and was trying...to make things right...I don't hate you...although I am shocked to hear what you and Spring have gone through."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Goldie asked, his eyes widen in fear of the Puppet's reaction.

"No... it's up to you when you wish to tell the others...just don't except them to take things lying down," the Puppet replied.

"I know...I will come clean with everyone, especially Spring," said Goldie, his eyes wandered over to where Springtrap was working.

"You're a good person Goldie, deep down you mean well," replied the Puppet smiling.

Goldie smiled back, her words helped to soften his self-doubt.

"Just one more question though, but how did Springtrap get his name?"

She slowly moved herself upright, even though the pain continued to ripple away from her shoulder.

"He was called SpringBonnie beforehand."

Goldie sighed, trying to recall the inner details, before replying.

"It was a nickname, the staff started to refer to him as Springtrap, because he was effectively trapped inside his own mind, hence the 'trap' part and overtime it stuck, becoming mainstream."

It was then Chica returned, holding the hand of Balloon Boy.

"Hello Puppet, how are you feeling?" he asked, smiling at her.

Puppet, however could not find the strength to smile as the pain began to flare up again, more intensely this time.

"Not all that good...I can talk, but the pain...is really...hard to ignore."

"Sorry I took so long, I couldn't find him anywhere, until I went up to the top deck to find him risking his own life in helping Mangle, dislodge the harpoons," Chica stated with a tone of annoyance heavy in her voice.

"But I'm here now, still alive and kicking," Balloon Boy retorted sarcastically, dismissing Chica's concern, as he sat down next to the Puppet.

"Well I'll be elsewhere," said Goldie smiling, although he had just unveiled his life's story before the Puppet, she hadn't hated him for it, she could see why, he had lied.

It made him feel comfortable that someone understood and it gave him hope that the others would understand as well.

Goldie got up from his seat and left, heading towards the cockpit.

However, there was one aspect of his past which he hadn't told her, something not even Springtrap knew about…for everyone's safety somethings are best left forgotten…

"So, I'll leave you guys to it," said Chica hugging them both in a loving embrace being extra carefully not to hurt Puppet.

She softly whispered in Balloon Boy's ear.

"Scream, if she...gets worse."

Balloon Boy slowly nodded, he fully understood.

Chica smiled, before turning round and walking off down the aisle to find Foxy.

"So, the pain is getting worse?" Balloon Boy asked, turning to face the Puppet.

She slowly nodded.

"I can ask you something?" She asked, turning to face him.

"Sure," Balloon Boy replied smiling.

The Puppet's white eyes darted around, checking to see if anyone was watching, before she spoke.

"Do you like me?"

Balloon Boy tilted his head.

"Yes...I do like you," he answered.

"In what sort of way...?" She asked

"What do you mean?" He asked, returning the question.

He looked confused,

"Do you 'like' me or...'like like' me?" She asked, emphasising the word like.

"Ohhh...I see what you mean," said Balloon Boy, starting to sound nervous.

The Puppet scanned his body language.

"Is he...blushing?" She thought.

"Err...I...I think...no I mean...I...really...like you," Balloon Boy answered, struggling to get his words in order.

"It's ok Balloon Boy, I think I can guess what your trying to say," The Puppet replied, smiling, she held a mischievous look in her eyes.

Balloon Boy nervously smiled back.

Then suddenly, the Puppet hissed in pain, clutching her shoulder tightly, the pain felt like fire which flowed underneath her skin.

"PUPPET!" Balloon Boy shouted, grabbing her hand.

"I'm fine...it's just...a flare up," the Puppet stated, although it was clear she was in agony.

"CHICA!" Balloon Boy screamed, he wasn't taking any chances.

There were sounds of feet hammering the floor, as Chica ran down the aisle towards them, with Foxy following, but jogging, as it still hurt to run.

"What's the matter?" Chica asked, just as Foxy caught up with her.

"She's in pain again, and I think it's worse than before," Balloon Boy stated. His eyes turning to face the Puppet, who was gripping her shoulder amidst her groans.

"She'll need pain killers no doubt again," said Chica.

"It is bad?" Foxy asked, he of course knew very little about the Puppet's situation.

"Yes, I'll go and get some more painkillers, Foxy, you keep them company, I'll be back soon," said Chica, before running off towards the cockpit.

Upon entering the cockpit, she found Mike, managing the controls and trying to steer what was otherwise a coffin with propellers.

It was in that bad, that should one look at it, you would believe that it could hardly fly at all.

"Mike, where's the extra pain killers?" She asked,

"Oh, they're on the top drawer of that cabinet over there," Mike answered, pointing to a cabinet.

"By the way, we have about 3 miles of fuel left, we're still in descent, I've also just texted Jeremy to inform of our position and current situation, he'll meet us at the crash site," he stated, keeping his eyes on to flight course and the map.

"He did know that we were coming beforehand?" Chica asked, opening the top drawer.

"Yes, he did," Mike answered.

"He's got the house ready and everything, although it would be all for nothing if I end up getting us killed upon landing."

"Right, just warm us all a minute before the fuel runs out, ok?" Chica asked, turning and walking out of the cockpit.

"Sure, I'll don't know if we'll fall forward or just drop out of the sky, so be ready for anything," said Mike, checking the fuel readings.

"4% left, this'll be close," he thought.

Chica meanwhile returned to Balloon Boy, the Puppet and Foxy with the pain killers.

"Here take these, they'll make you feel a little better," she said, placing them in the Puppet's hand.

"It'll numb the pain."

"Thanks..." The Puppet answered, she then swallowed them down, without the need for water.

"Lassie, I'll go and see if I can help anyone else," said Foxy.

"Ok...just don't go far, we only have about 3 miles of fuel left and Mike doesn't know what the airship will do when the fuel goes." Chica replied, stroking the Puppet's hair.

Foxy laughed.

"Don't worry lassie, I won't be far," he answered, turning round and heading towards where Springtrap was working.

Springtrap was tossing dead endoskeletons up the hatchway, when he heard Foxy approach.

"Do you need a hand? Foxy asked, eyeing his handiwork.

Springtrap stopped what he was doing for a moment to think.

"Yes...can you go up there so I can toss these things up and then you can start throwing them off the roof, it'll reduced the work load by half," he replied.

Foxy nodded in his response.

"Ok, but we need to hurry quickly, Mike only has enough fuel for three miles," he stated, starting to climb up the ladder.

Meanwhile Freddy and Toy Freddy were sorting out the storage compartment, which was as a result of the previous battle, a complete and utter wreck.

"There's not much to salvage, presides a few aid knits...I don't see any weapons though," said Freddy, picking up several suitcases, which spilled out their contents as their locks had been damaged due to their impact with the floor.

"Yeah...this is all useless apart from the aid knits, I suggest we just leave this mess, there's no point in trying to fix it," Toy Freddy replied.

"It'll take too long to remove all of this, we can't use the top deck hatch, it's being used by Springtrap and the entrance hatch is at the far end of the ship, plus our time is limited," Freddy stated, picking up the aid knits.

Toy Freddy nodded in agreement.

"Let's take what we can and leave."

Together, they left the storage compartment, it was sad to leave their stuff behind, but everything was largely wrecked.

So many memories would be left behind.

"You know Freddy, being a leader isn't all that bad, I'll admit it was difficult to began with, especially with Mangle, although at times it's her whose bossing me around," Toy Freddy stated.

"After a while, I have learnt the key to leadership."

Freddy turned to face him, wondering what his answer was.

"Having a plan, but when I need guidance, it's you I look up to you as someone to whom I can follow," Toy Freddy finished.

Freddy was literally taken back by Toy Freddy's words.

"Well...I was taught by Goldie, so I would pass on what I know to you...I'm sorry about what happened to your Pizzeria," Freddy replied, putting his hand on his counterpart's shoulder.

"Yeah...it was meant to be safer and more fun for the children...but even with all that brand new technology...that bastard got through and took five more lives," he sighed, his voice being a mix of anger and sadness.

"Vincent was always the deceitful one, looking back its hard to tell when he was being genuine."

Movement caught their eyes as Mangle crawled past one of the nearby windows, still dislodging the remaining harpoons.

"I still remember the infamous bite, he did something which caused Mangle to react in an aggressive way towards a member of staff," said Toy Freddy, lowering his head in sadness.

"It wasn't Mangle's fault, he did something to her, she would never lash out at anyone, even when she's moody."

"Hey...I know what it's like to lose almost everything you love and hold dear...I was devastated by what happened in nineteen eighty three, like you were four years later," Freddy stated, his eyes also going dim.

"It still feels like a stab in the heart even decades later."

Toy Freddy continued to look sad, but his eyes turned to meet Freddy's.

"But I always lived in the hope that one day, we'll be able to reverse all of that and better still perhaps reopen Fazbear's Pizzeria," said Freddy, smiling, the dream was there, alive and kicking.

Toy Freddy smiled back in response, he strongly desired the same thing.

"Hopefully...I would love to see that, but while the Purple Man still lives, he'll remain a constant threat," he stated.

"Not if we kill him first he won't," Freddy replied grinning.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Goldie, casually talking to Bonnie.

He said something which made Bonnie laugh, when she laughed it was electrifying, like music to his ears.

Pity…she rarely laughed these days, in the past she had a lighter hearted demeanor but certain events had repressed that side of her.

Yet upon seeing his older counterpart and mentor, old long forgotten questions, unearthed themselves in Freddy's mind, troubling him.

"I have questions, Goldie and you hold the answers."

Not further up the aisle, Springtrap with Foxy's assistance was almost finished doing his job of clearing away the remains of destroyed endoskeletons.

He could the sounds of talking and turned to see Goldie talking with Bonnie, they appeared to be laughing while in conversation.

"I have questions, Goldie and only you can answer them," he thought, he too had questions…questions which burned deep into his mind, producing a deadly mix of emotion.

"I've been waiting long enough…"


Tensions lie beneath the surface, bubbling away like an old wound.

No one is truly innocent in this story, it varies depending on your perspective.

They maybe out of Vincent's reach, but he's isn't the only one on their tail as you all know... ;-)