"I think Plushy knows something."

BB and JJ had noticed how eerily Plushtrap acted whenever the gang talked about the Nightmares. The animatronic kids were sure he knew something about them, something important, and wanted to warn them.

"Do you know how many of them are there?" BB asked Plushtrap, and for their happiness the plushie nodded, hurriedly. He looked at the originals and pointed at them.

"So there are demon versions of us?" Bonnie asked, and Plushtrap confirmed with a nod. He then looked at Golden Freddy, pointing at him. "And a demon version of him?" Plushtrap nodded again.

"Phew, glad to know we don't have demonic versions wandering around." Toy Bonnie sighed.

"Yeah, I can't imagine myself being like…" Toy Chica trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I don't know, like a monster."

"Just imagining how I could be…" Mangle wondered, seeming to shiver afterwards. "I'm freaky enough already."

"And what about us? We… couldn't look like monsters, could we?" JJ said with a smiling frown. "Nah, of course not."

"Not monsters in appearance," Toy Freddy told her. "But monsters in personality indeed. JJ gave him an annoyed "mh" as White Fang giggled gently.

"There is something wrong going on here…" Golden Freddy thought aloud, getting everyone to look at him expectantly. "Remember that plushie Erik is so attached to? It talked to me." Wide eyes full of surprise filled the animatronics' expressions. Golden Freddy closed his hollow eyes as he pondered. "It must be because we're one and the same. It seemed to be keeping the 'Nightmares', the animatronics we've seen, as a secret. There is something being hidden from us, something bad."

Daisuke was about to say something when the entrance door opened. "We're here," Claire announced

"Welcome back." Dustin greeted as he came out the salon. Soon after Claire entered, Zach stomped past her towards his room, scowling at the animatronics as he passed by.

"What happened?" Dustin asked in confusion.

Without even turning, his nephew sassily growled, "Everything." He entered his room and closed the door harshly, some of the animatronics winced.

"And he's the one who's angry…" Claire mumbled irately.

"Don't tell me, he's been a jerk again, right?" Bonnie guessed. All the animatronics knew perfectly well how he acted. Too well, maybe.

Claire only directed him a sideways nod as she went upstairs, Erik sheepishly entering with a lost glance. Dustin closed the door behind him. "He didn't do anything to worry about, did he?" he asked him worriedly. Erik turned to look at him, though his gaze was fixed on the blue carpet. He shook his head before heading to his bedroom, Plushtrap following.

Dustin heaved a long sigh. "Zach is incorrigible. Someday he'll do something out of the line. Maybe you guys can help me deal with him?" The looks on the animatronics' faces told him all he needed to know: the answer was a direct no.

"I'm sorry, I don't help jerks." Chica sassed, an angry nod from Toy Chica accompanying her.

"Yeah." Bonnie agreed reluctantly.

"Oh, come on," Dustin huffed. "maybe he's a bit annoying but he hasn't done any wrong to you."

"He called me a fatso," Toy Freddy started, his voice in a counting tone.

"He refers to me as a clown," Daisuke continued.

"He called me 'Mango' more than once," Mangle kept on.

"We can be here all day telling you what he's done." Freddy concluded bitterly. Dustin took his time to answer, biting his bottom lip.

"Alright, alright. I won't say you aren't right. Just… give him time. He tends to act nicer once he gets to know someone better."

"He's Erik's brother and I don't see him being nice to the little boy." Toy Bonnie complained, crossing his arms.

"Forget it." Dustin finally gave up, returning to the salon.

"He be right, that lil' landlubber will cross the line." Foxy growled, directing a glare at the closed door of Zach's bedroom.

"We should stay near Erik all the time while we're here." Daisuke muttered. "His brother gives me a bad feeling."

"Always the same." Erik complained to himself as he sat up on the bed. "Why does he have to be such an…. Idiot!" Plushtrap crooned at him. He wanted to make him feel better, but the plushie didn't really know how. "It's not fair. He's older, and bigger, and, and… and everything! Why does he take it on me? Why doesn't he bother someone who's not three years younger than him?"

He stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Plushtrap's gaze followed him with a head tilt, wondering where he was going. He came back soon after, holding Buddy on his arms. "At least I have you." he mumbled to the black eyed plushie before looking up at Plushtrap and giving him a warm smile. "And you too."

He sat back on the bed, leaving Buddy next to the Freddy plush, and laid down. "Why does all this happen to me?" he murmured sadly, as two white dots lit up on Buddy's eyes.

"It makes you sad, doesn't it?"

The kid looked at it. "Yes…"

"You need to show him that you can defend yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"He takes it on you because he thinks you're weak. He thinks you can't defend yourself. You're too innocent, sometimes you need to show off."

"I kinda did today, though it wasn't intentionally…"

"You have to be strong. Make your own decisions, don't let others tell you what to do."

Night fell upon. The four main animatronics had reunited at Erik's bedroom, that time accompanied by Daisuke. The kid was already profusely asleep, and the animatronics tried their best to not awaken him. They had made up a plan for tonight; the Toys and the rest would stay down, waiting to see if the Nightmares were around there. If that was the case, they'd give out a signal. If the Nightmares were upstairs, it'd be the other way around.

Bonnie had picked up the flashlight and was trying to turn it on, but seemed to have a bit of trouble. His hands were a bit too big, and the flashlight was pretty small. When he had finally managed to trigger the light, it shined right into his face, making him flinch back. He blinked a few times as Freddy asked, "Got it already?" The purple bunny blinked once more before nodding. "Good, you check the doors now. After you it will be Chica, since she's so eager to do it…" Indeed, Chica wanted to observe the halls as well. She seemed to be quite adventurous that night.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the Toys congregated outside the salon's door. Dustin was still sleeping there, he didn't seem all that concerned about the monsters lurking in the house. "If I see those things, I'm gonna show them who's boss here!" Mangle snarled.

"Have you seen those things' teeth?" BB whispered bitterly.

"So what if they have teeth? I have plenty as well."

"They're like, like…" JJ didn't know what to use as a reference. "Like knives!" she finally yelled, stretching her arms.

"By what you said, they do look creepy." Toy Bonnie said nervously. "If they appear, I'm definitely not going to be there to say hello."

"Ah, they can't be so terrifying." Toy Chica encouraged him.

If only she knew how wrong she was.

I am profusely sorry.

I have tons of reasons for not having been active, so many I could be here until tomorrow writing them. To make it shorter, I basically started school, most of my homework is computer homework, I stay longer at classes, I don't have time to write, I caught a horrible cold, my sister's been writing a story she loves, and blah blah blah. You get it.

I am indeed going to continue both stories, don't panic.

Concerning FNaF World, I'm not sure if there'll be a Counterparts 5. FNaF World is a whole new thing, and it may be really difficult to mix it with the Counterparts universe. But we have a long wait, so, well, let's wait!

That's all I had to say. See you hopefully soon!