Nightmare charged towards the bear with great speed, creating a blood red spear with a twitch of its long claws. The spindly monster threw the spear towards Fredbear and the spear split into hundreds of smaller arrows, flying towards the golden bear. Fredbear stomped on the ground, creating a stone wall out of thin air. Not a single arrow got through the rock. Nightmare phased through the wall and slashed at Fredbear, as the bear summoned a purple blade to combat the puppet. The claws and the blade clashed as bright red sparks came flying out of the collision. The two leaped away from each other, readying themselves for another attack.

Fredbear morphed his blade into a violet ax and charged toward the puppet-like figure. Nightmare teleported away and summoned a mass of crimson orbs around the battlefield. Fredbear skidded to a halt and threw the ax towards the Nightmare. The flying weapon collided with an orb and the bubble exploded into scarlet flames. Nightmare flicked their wrist and spikes swiftly rose out of the ground where Fredbear stood. The bear jumped out of the way, and he realized that the spikes were appear wherever he stood. He started to back away, only to hit a glowing red wall. Fredbear glared at the shadowy figure. The Nightmare smirked.

The golden bear jumped over the existing spikes and began running through the field of explosives, evading each orb swiftly. As he reached the center of the bomb filled area, Nightmare snapped their long fingers and the floating bubbles all detonated simultaneously. A cloud of smoke erupted from the battlefield as the Nightmare prepare itself for an assault by creating a shield in front of it. When the smoke cleared, there was nothing there. Unbeknownst to the skeletal creature, Fredbear had faded back into existence behind it and made a leaping attack with a bright purple hand ax. He gashed the monster in it's back, releasing red flames and spilling blood from the spine. The creature teleported away and stared at the bear with loathing. The golden creature had not been spared from the explosions, having scars on his limbs and a wire showing.

The two of them gazed at each other for a while, until Nightmare got a devious idea. He faded out of existence and Fredbear stood his ground, creating a bubble shield around him to prepare himself for a strike. A red bolt was fired and the barrier shattered instantly. Fredbear turned around to find a small boy with fluffy brown hair, a monochrome sweater and scarlet sparks sputtering out of his left hand. It was Christopher, but he had blood red eyes and a maniacal grin.

"What wrong, Fredbear?" asked the cruel imitation. "Can't fight your precious master?" The doppelganger threw another bolt of lightning.

"You make a good copy, but I know that boy better than anyone." said Fredbear, breathing heavily.

"Oh?" said the Nightmare, with a coy smile. "Well then I..." Before the boy could finish, he started having spasms and dropped onto the floor, catching himself. He looked up at Fredbear, this time having his normal silver eyes. His eyes were full of tears and they were falling quickly. Fredbear ran over to the child and hugged him and he said "Shh... don't worry it wasn't your fault."

"I'm sorry! He showed up and, and..." Chris sputtered before his speach dissolved into tearful blubbering.

"Don't worry... it's going to be okay."

"Yeah..." said the young child, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. "But not for you!"

Before Fredbear had a chance to react, he felt a crackling bolt of lightning being stabbed in his back. He dropped to the ground, finding himself in a state of paralysis. The mimic twisted its childlike body into a that of a large pitch black bear. He looked down at the defeated bear and said "I do a good impression, don't I?"

"...Why?.." asked Frebear, not looking at the victor.

"You really want to know why?" the Nightmare asked. "To tell the truth, I don't remember anymore. I believe it was once to strengthen the boy, but then... he died. Like you said. I believe I deluded myself into believing that he was still alive, so I could keep doing it. I don't know why I do this. But something in the back of my mind is telling me to keep doing this. To keep hurting people. To keep making others suffer. Maybe I'm just cruel. Maybe I'm being brainwashed by some higher power. I'm probably just insane. But something is telling me that if I stop doing this, I will die. And I haven't survived six years longer than my predecessors just to die from some stupid mistake."

"...I don't think you want to do this, deep down, maybe you're a good person."

"Perhaps. But fear is very powerful. I draw power from it after all, and look how strong I am now! Since I'm going to kill you once all your little chums die, I will tell you this. I am scared to die."

"You are?"

"Of course. Aren't you? Let's face it. I was born to be another random skirmish. Another fight for a child's entertainment. So when I managed to get through my little scuffle with you? I was incredibly excited and immeasurably terrified. I knew I was going to die soon. But I did everything in my power to stop that. And look at me now! All powerful! All seeing!" Nightmare hesitated. "...Still scared of what lies beyond the grave..."

"Nightmare we-"

"Don't give me any sort of 'I can save you' talk. Save your breath."

"...I'm sorry..."

Nightmare glared at the captive teleporter. "That little voice in my head is telling me I'm going to lose this battle." Fredbear looked up, feeling hope. "So please, let me have my moment."

Nightmare created three screens to observe the minions he had created, while Fredbear looked up at the beast and pitied it.


Nightmare Freddy got up from yet another pummeling and began to walk towards the two humans. Mike was sporting a cut on his side, while Kyra had one on her leg.

"Those little bastards are far too good at dodging for us to even hit them!" said Mike, breathing heavily.

"We need a strategy." said Kyra, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Well what do you suggest Ms. Future!?"

"I'll figure something out, just handle him!"

Mike sighed and swung the crowbar at the tall brown monster. The attack was caught in one hand and Nightmare Freddy snapped the weapon on his knee. He grinned as the humans backed away swiftly.

"Dammit!" yelled Mike.

"Watch your language, Micheal. Who knows who could be listening!"

"Stop calling me that you asswipe!"

"Wait, I got an idea!" said Kyra.

"Well don't hesitate, because Mr. Bear and Tear is heading right for us!"

Nightmare Freddy rushed at the man on all fours. Mike waited for the bear to get close, then he leaped out of the way at the last second. He felt his foor brush up against the bear's all too real fur as he tumbled onto the ground. Kyra focused and created a fire extinguisher.

"Really!? A fire extinguisher!?"

"Give me a second!"

Kyra waited for the bear to stop moving before she pulled the trigger on the device. When she did, a wave of smokey white substance enveloped the bear. She held the trigger as long as she could while the bear's movements slowed. Eventually the bear was slowed to a halt, and the woman stopped using the extinguisher. Nightmare Freddy was frozen solid when he stopped moving. Mike tapped the bear with his hand. It felt hard as a rock.

"Is he dead? Because if he's dead then those little chest bursters are going to come again."

"No. He's just frozen." Kyra said and she tapped the fire extinguisher. "This thing's full of liquid nitrogen. Super cold, and super good at freezing things."

"Whoa."

"And a thing about frozen stuff," she said, passing the fire extinguisher to Mike. She summoned a baseball bat effortlessly. "Is that it breaks really easily."

"That will probably kill him."

"I know. The moment you see one of those little goblins, pull the trigger."

"What if you get caught in the blast?"

"Hey. I'm covered. Worst thing that'll happen is that I'll have to buy clothes from the 90s."

"Low blow, dude."

"Apologies can come later, we have some bears to kill." Kyra said, holding the bat in the classic position. She battered up and swung. The monstrous bear burst to pieces, chunks of him flying everywhere. The gremlins fell out of the monster's hollow body and Mike pulled the trigger. Liquid nitrogen spilled out of the fire extinguisher and the three demonic cubs were surrounded by smoke. Kyra jumped out of the way before the gas could touch her. When Mike stopped, the three little monsters were completely frozen. Kyra picked one up and smashed it on the ground. The annoyance was promptly shattered.

"That was cool." said Mike, looking impressed.

"The stuff that's frozen is just kinda like glass" replied Kyra, breaking a second one.

"Let me do one." said Mike. Mike put his foot on the last one, then stomped on it. Shattered bear pieces flew everywhere.

"I guess Freddy really needed a..." Kyra put on a pair of shades. "...chill pill."

"And you have lost all coolness points."

"Eh. I've had worse reactions to my puns."

"We should go find our pals."

"What? Am I too..." Kyra put another pair of shades on her shades. "...punbearable?"

"Welp. I'm leaving."

As Mike walked off, Kyra continued to make puns, much to his exasperation. "Man, we bearly made it out of there alive! What's the matter, Mike? You seem a bit grizzly. Oh man I have been saving these for forever!"


Micheal began to set the surrounding area ablaze, lighting the pitch black ground on fire. Micheal ran through the fire and summoned a spiked gauntlet and punched Nightmare Bonnie in the jaw. The monster flew backward from the impact, although it nailed the landing after a few flips. Nightmare Chica summoned a burning watermelon and chucked it at Micheal. The edible weapon promptly blew up sending Micheal to leap back into the fire. Micheal was lit on fire and started burning up. Ennard and Chris looked horrified at the sight of their new friend and brother respectively going up in flames.

Ennard fired their gun a few times. The bullets were deflected off of the blazing chicken's fierce hide. Ennard looked at the gun confusedly and then tossed it into the flames, and turned one of their wires into a hose. The wiry animatronic proceeded to douse the flames, creating a safe path towards their adversaries. Ennard then wrapped two of their tentacles around the bird's neck and lifted it up into the air, although not before dousing the creature. Much to the animatronic's surprise, the avian animatronic began to choke, gasping for air. Ennard shrugged and decided to continue choking the bird. Chris showed visible discomfort about this.

Nightmare Bonnie grabbed the pile of wires and chucked them away, saving their beaked ally. Micheal, still on fire, decided to try something. He put on a new gauntlet, and metal and fur began to grow out of it, surrounding Micheal. Eventually the man was completely enveloped in metal and fabricated hair. Where Micheal once stood, Springtrap was standing now, glaring at his attackers.

The worn down rabbit strode towards the two nightmares, giving a deep stare. Nightmare Bonnie ran toward the man again, although this time Springtrap gave a roundhouse kick to the apparition. The bunny went flying towards the startled chicken and the two fell flat on the ground. Springtrap created a flame in his hand and placed it on his two opponents. The two were lit ablaze, yet the rotting rabbit kept applying heat. Nightmare Bonnie laughed, until he realized that the two of them were beginning to melt. The two of them gave a painful howl before fully dissolving into a green puddle. Springtrap finally stopped using the flame and the fur and metal unraveled from the man's body. Soon, the glove was back to its original state and Micheal was back to being human, at least for the moment.

Chris slowly walked over to the puddle of melted animatronic while Micheal helped Ennard back up. The flames had died over time, mostly due to a lack of anything in the endless void that was the Nightmare realm. The young child was clutching the Fredbear doll tightly.

"I wouldn't touch that," said Micheal. "It's probably a whole lot more degrees than should be safe for human touch."

"O-Oh!" said the human, jumping away from the simmering pool.

"Ugh," grumbled Ennard. "My everything hurts... wait, how am I even feeling pain?"

"I wouldn't question it, it would probably just end up with our brains resembling those two nutjobs." shrugged Micheal.

"You mean your brains."

"Right."

Before the conversation continued, footsteps were heard in the distance. Approaching the trio was a small green rabbit and a young boy, both running from a striped goblin. The rabbit was skipping along nonchalantly, while the boy seemed to be running frantically. The gremlin was awkwardly waddling towards the two of them, claws at the ready and jaws snapping.

"You look winded!" exclaimed the Plushtrap. "You really need this exercise, yes?"

"Are you kidding?" replied Chris, breathing heavily. "I'm a ghost! I haven't exercised in years! I didn't need to!"

"It's good for the soul, is it not?"

"Not this one!"

Micheal snapped his fingers and the goblin burst into flames. The creature jumped around in a panicked craze. It was promptly burnt to ashes. The two smaller figures stopped running and the human caught his breath. The doll looked up at the three people and did a small victory dance.

"Huzzah! The celebrations are in order! Yes, we have defeated all the enemies! Level up!" declared the dancing bunny.

"W-what about the f-f-fox?" whimpered Other Chris.

The group looked over at the Nightmare Mangle, who was very nervously backing away from the party. "They won't be much trouble," said Micheal.

"We're still missing a few friends though," noted Ennard.

"Well let's go search for them." said the oldest member of the group.


Nightmare stood, staring at his screens, in sorrow and disappointment. It snapped it's fingers and the seven combatants appeared behind him. They all looked around confusedly, before seeing the large black bear who had begun this whole mess. The Nightmare sighed and turned to the group, snapping his fingers and curing Fredbear of his paralysis.

"Good work. You killed all of my servants." said the Nightmare. "I hope you're happy with yourselves."

"We didn't kill the fox thing." said Ennard.

"Just leave already."

"You're... not going to fight us?" asked Micheal.

"No. Do I look suicidal to you? You all can go."

"Uh... how?" asked Ennard.

"Well I didn't make ghostly friends just for the company!" said Mike. "Alright, just give me a moment. Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!"

The group waited for a moment while they waited for something to happen.

"I mean I like the movie, but what was that about?" asked Kyra.

"Huh, maybe I can only contact them in our home dimension."

"Contact who!?" shouted Micheal.

"The ghosts that got peace because I brought their murderer to them and let them kill him. The way to summon them for favors was to say the word 'Ghostbusters' three times in a row."

"Oh those guys!" said Chris. "Yeah, we can' contact them here. We'd need someone in our dimension to contact them and ask them to get us out of here."

"Well everyone who knows about us is either dead or can't speak English so that ruins that plan. Also I'm pretty sure Shadow guy over there isn't very willing to assist."

"Wouldn't if I could." grumbled Nightmare.

"Well I guess we're stuck here."

"Well," said Ennard summoning a phone. "Not exactly."

"Why did you get a phone?" asked Golden.

"It's an inter dimensional phone. You only need to type the person's name into the device to call them! Designed it on the fly."

"Well who are you gonna call?"

Ennard typed a name into the device. "A friend."

A/N

Woo! Fight scenes! It was a little difficult to pace this one, but I think that it leads up to a nice conclusion next chapter. I think I finally nailed a personality for Nightmare, who had kind of been switching between a bunch of personalities since Chapter 7. Which actually makes sense since he's kind of crazy. Oh well. I think I got some nice deaths for some of the Nightmares. Well, at the very least, they were painful ones. See you soon for the conclusion of this arc! Leave a review (or several) because I read all of them and it makes me feel very nice inside to know that people actually read this. Mr Cawthon owns this series! PRAISE HIM! Or don't. I'm sure he doesn't need reassurance after the warm reception of the most recent game. I wonder how many people actually read these author notes... Oh well! See you soon!

Next time: Who you gonna call?