Distant hisses could be heard from the bedroom.

Ryan had an observant eye planted on both doors. He minutely listened to the calls of the Nightmares, they varied so much it was almost relaxing. The noises weren't voiced in an aggressive manner like they used to, instead they changed from enchanting to challenging, from wary to almost friendly. The Nightmares actually seemed to be social creatures that showed respect among themselves and didn't attack each other, like an unusual family.

The plushie showed curiosity as well, it was also glancing at the doors, tilting its head from time to time. A dripping noise was heard outside, one Ryan never heard before there, but could recognize perfectly. With a slight frown, he got off the bed, grabbing the flashlight as he did so, and slowly opened the right door with a soft creak. He peeked out the bedroom, pointing the light at the large window that showed nothing more than darkness outside.

Ryan squinted as he looked at the window, and saw it. Raindrops were pounding against the glass. It was raining. It was a thunderstorm to be exact, as the hall was briefly engulfed by a bright, purpleish-white glow, and the growling thunder came soon after. It had never rained there, and Ryan liked how it finally happened. He always loved rain, but rain alone; thunderstorms weren't his favorite thing. Nevertheless, he had gone through worse things, so his fear for lightning seemed to have relaxed.

The raindrops pounded harder against the glass after the thunderclap, soon all the silence was replaced by the restful sound of the rain. The Nightmares appeared to have gone quieter, they possibly liked rain as well, or just were curious about what it was. Plushtrap walked next to Ryan, showing inquisitiveness through its eyes. It was safe to assume that Plushtrap had never seen or heard rain before. "You don't know what rain is?" the kid asked it. Plushtrap looked at him innocently and shook its head. It didn't know the meaning of the word 'rain' either, but it assumed it was the event outside. Another lightning flash illuminated the hall as Ryan muttered, "How do I explain this…" The plushie tilted its head at him expectantly. "Rain is when lots of water drops fall off the sky." The boy looked at the wet glass of the window. "I always loved watching it." Plushtrap glanced at the window as well, uttering an almost fascinated trill.

Ryan was much calmer while hearing the rain. He started to feel even more tired, the sound of the raindrops falling to the ground was like a lullaby for him. He missed that sound so much.

He plodded back to the bed, Plushtrap following him as he sat on the edge. "You know? I'm starting to like being here." he said with a smile, looking at the ceiling almost lost in thought. The golden bunny wheezed sweetly. Ryan no longer had reasons to be absolutely terrified. He and Plushtrap got along swimmingly, Nightmare Fredbear was close to a friend and his protector, and the Nightmares would, hopefully, soon be as kind and friendly as the animatronics in real life were.

It seemed like the only problem left was Nightmare, but Ryan wouldn't pay that much attention. He was sure that, for when the seventh night arrived again, he'd already be living in a dreamland.

He gave the alarm clock a quick peer. It was 1 AM, but despite that being the hour in which Nightmare Foxy would already be running everywhere, the only sound heard was the storm outside, and the fleeting noises of the Nightmares. It was a fact that he'd start his race soon, but as long as he didn't do so, everything would be alright.

But.

Ryan's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered what Nightmare Fredbear had told him. "After that night, it will all reset and you'll have to fight for your life again." There were no reasons to be afraid of any Nightmare, exempting Nightmare Foxy. Ryan had no 'friendly' contact with him yet, and he was precisely the most aggressive in the group. And well-timed, there were his frantic footsteps. Plushtrap made a worried coo as it looked at Ryan, but he just smiled at it, "Don't worry, I've got everything under control." He'd be worried if he had to fend off everyone, but it was the fox alone, so it wasn't a big deal. It had never been hard to stop him anyways. Ryan wanted to try and talk some sense into him, but when he was in the mood of attacking it was better to just play his game. Ryan would find another chance.

There wasn't any other cue of walking outside, so Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Chica weren't lurking. Ryan was glad they actually did stop their attack. As he waited for Nightmare Foxy's arrival, he only focused on the rain and the thunder. It scared the nerves away, it was almost like a gift. It was possible that, if he kept listening to the water falling down, Nightmare Foxy wouldn't attack due to the kid being completely calm instead of scared. Even if the broken-down fox was overly hostile, there was still a possibility that he acted just like the others at not being able to spot fear.

Plushtrap started growling lightly as the hasty running went from left to right. Ryan looked at it and warily said, "Don't try to fight him." The stuffed toy stopped growling and looked at him innocently. "If you try to ward him off, you'll only make him angrier."

During their little talk, Nightmare Foxy took his chance to sneak into the closet, alerting them of his presence as the shuttered door creaked. Ryan took a deep breath. He had to be calm or everything was going to be a disaster. He listened to the rain only, closing his eyes momentarily as he waited for the soothing noise of the raindrops drain any hint of fear or nervousness. From the darkness of the closet, cold golden eyes glowered at him, but seemed to soften at not sensing fear.

Ryan felt like he could actually befriend Nightmare Foxy right there without having to wait. It was a risk, but it sure wasn't the only one he had taken already. And just like he had done with Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Chica, he calmly said, "I am not afraid of you." There was a sullen growl in response, which Plushtrap was about to give back but thought better about it. He mustn't interfere with Ryan's actions. The kid felt threatened at the growl, but he kept listening at the rain and relaxed. "Try to scare me, you'll fail. I don't have reasons to fear you or the others anymore, because I know that you all are hiding a kind self that you don't want to show." Another growl came, lower, and Ryan knew Nightmare Foxy was just trying to act as if he wasn't listening, as a tough one. He was a fighter that tended to refuse believing the truth.

"If you don't want to listen to me, fine. You'll be the only one who won't see things a different way then." Ryan was unsure if Nightmare Foxy believed that the others had let go of their murderous instincts, but them not being around gave the fox a suspicious atmosphere. His eyes disappeared into the darkness, he clearly wanted time of his own. Great, another threat less.

"I know he'll understand," Ryan muttered for himself, Plushtrap purring in agreement. It was almost funny how Nightmare Foxy was a direct mirror of his brother. Stubborn, always doing things his way. But even that animatronic was better than him, because at least he knew when to stop.

Knowing nothing else would bother him, Ryan walked towards the door, leaving the flashlight on the bed. Leaving it reasonably open, he sat in front of it and enjoyed the storm as if that was the only thing around him. He had never felt so happy in his afterlife. It looked like the storm was some kind of helpful event the dream had planned for him as a reward for having the courage to face his fears, because not only it appeared to calm down the Nightmares, but also fought against fear flawlessly. Plushtrap slumped next to its friend and listened to the rain as well. Never having heard it, the plushie seemed to love it as much as Ryan did.