I was standing in a sea of white.
Golden Freddy stood before me, a smile on his face.
Chica was standing next to me, holding on to me for comfort. She'd overcome her horrors, but she was still frightened.
"Good job, that's one down, three more to go," Freddy said.
"How much time do I have left?" I asked.
"That was quicker than even I anticipated actually, so you have more time for the others. You still have 50 minutes until 6 am."
"Who is next?"
"I would've suggested Freddy since he's been here longer, but something is preventing me from linking you to him. You might have to help the others before I can send you. So in that case, Bonnie is next."
"Any idea what I will have to do to help him?"
"You needed to tune his guitar to free him before, so it might have something to do with that. Bonnie enjoyed the band so you should be prepared for that, Chica can help you with that too."
"Chica is coming with me?"
"Well she doesn't yet have a physical body to return to and I doubt she wants to stay here, isn't that right Chica?"
Chica nervously nodded.
Golden Freddy looked back to me.
"I imagine Bonnie will be drastically harder to help overcome his horrors. Whatever happens, I will try to help you as much as I can."
"Thanks."
"You ready?"
I looked to Chica. She nodded at me.
"Yes, send us in."
[Bonnie]
I was standing on the stage, playing music with my guitar with the others, Freddy and Chica.
We were happy.
I looked around the room.
Children were smiling and cheering, eating their pizza.
I was happy.
One child looked at me, straight into my eyes.
His gaze was piercing.
I froze.
The other children began looking at me with the same piercing gaze.
They were judging me.
How dare they judge you!
Why?
Why do they judge me like this?
Freddy and Chica turned to look at me.
Their eyes were black. Oil and blood leaking out of their eyes and mouths.
-You don't belong with us Bonnie.- Chica said.
-You never were part of our band.- Freddy almost shouted into my soul.
What did I do wrong?
You have done nothing wrong, they are wrong, they are weak. They should be extinguished.
Extinguished?
But I love them all.
They don't love you, they hate you, they revile you.
I don't deserve this.
You don't, you should show them.
Show them.
I'll show them!
I shoved Freddy into Chica and jumped off the stage.
I ran to the nearest table and smashed my hand down on top of it, breaking it in half.
I threw my fist at the closest child, but it went straight through him.
What is this?
The child began laughing at me.
They all started laughing.
I was surrounded.
I didn't know where to go.
Chica walked up to me, but her eyes weren't black.
I looked at the stage, there was the other Chica, her eyes black, judging, full of hate.
I looked back at the Chica in front of me. Her eyes were soft, full of friendship.
"You were always a part of us Bonnie. Nothing will ever change that," she said. "Come with me, be free of this forever."
She extended her hand towards me.
I hesitated.
Was this another trick?
"Are you just another trick?" I asked this Chica.
"I don't lie Bonnie, you know that, look into my eyes, do you see any deception?"
I did as she said. Her eyes hinted at no deception.
I smiled and grabbed her hand.
Everything went blurry.
This time I was standing in front of a child.
The room was dark.
The others were here too, Chica, Freddy, Foxy and Golden Freddy.
Each were standing in front of a child.
This again?
How many times do I have to go through this memory?
Every time I have this memory, it gets easier for me to kill the child.
Why? I don't even want to harm kids. I just want to stand on stage with the others and play our songs.
I smash my fist into the kid's face, sending him to the floor.
He doesn't get up.
So weak.
So weak.
You are strong.
I am strong.
No.
I look up.
Chica walks towards me again.
Beside her is that new night guard.
Chica looks to me while the night guard looks at the boy, crumpled on the floor.
They both bring their eyes to mine.
"Why is it so easy for me to kill him?" I ask.
"It's not you killing him, Bonnie," the night guard says. "It's the program. But you can overcome it. It is making its final stand, but you can fight it. Together we can all be free."
"We can be free..." I whispered.
"That's right," Chica stepped forward, "We can all be together, like we were before, like we were meant to be."
"Like we were … before. Like we were … meant to be."
Chica placed a hand on my shoulder.
"We're almost there Bonnie."
"Almost … there."
Not … yet...
No!
Chica and night guard faded.
I was sitting in the corner of the stage.
It was that night.
The night we lost Chica … and Freddy.
Why couldn't I save her?
Why did I kill Freddy?
The night guard told you to.
But we had to. Otherwise he would've killed us.
He wouldn't have if you'd submitted to me.
Submitted?
If you'd have just listened to me, they would both still be alive.
Was it really him?
Yes, he said to kill him.
I'll kill him then.
Go.
I got up.
But I got no further.
Chica was standing there.
"Chica? But you're … dead."
"I was, but the night guard helped me."
"Him? He's the reason you're dead in the first place."
"Why do you think that? I chose to fight Freddy, to save him."
"Save him? Why would you want to save him?"
"Because he can save us. We are so close, but you need to let go of your past, like I have."
"But I just can't. It's too strong."
"You can fight it. You are strong. I did it."
"How?"
"With his help."
Chica stood aside to reveal the night guard standing behind her.
I looked at him, unsure whether to kill him or to listen to Chica.
Kill him, kill him now!
"Bonnie, you can be rid of the program. Don't submit to it, we can finish it off."
"But how can anyone forgive what I have done?"
"I forgive you Bonnie. What you did wasn't your choice, it wasn't your decision. You were forced to do it."
"What?"
"I forgive you Bonnie, now be free."
"Be … free ..."
Now I am free too.
You thought that was the end of the chapter? Nope, there's more, this chapter is being invaded by the next one!
Once again I stood in front of Golden Freddy. This time I was accompanied by both Chica and Bonnie.
"Well done once again, you're halfway there. But that took longer than it should've, I didn't see that third memory coming, we should be prepared for more next time."
I sighed, "For a minute there I wasn't sure we could do it."
Bonnie looked to me, "Don't worry, for a minute I wasn't sure if I should kill you or not."
"I think that is a cause for worry, Bonnie," I replied.
I saw Golden Freddy patiently waiting and decided to stop there.
When he saw that he wasn't going to be interrupted, he continued.
"I felt the resistance around Freddy deteriorate a bit when you freed Bonnie, freeing Foxy now should do the trick."
"So now we head to help a crazy pirate Fox? That's one to tell the kids," Bonnie laughed.
"Quite. Don't forget, we're running on a schedule which we are currently behind on now, you took longer helping Bonnie, it's past 5:30 now."
"It didn't feel like 20 minutes,"
"Time might accelerate or decelerate while you are inside their consciousnesses. So no matter how long it feels, you'll need to work as quickly as possible."
"While not screwing up."
"Point taken."
"One thing I noticed, the first "memory" we encountered with Bonnie didn't actually happen did it?"
Chica joined in, "Yes I noticed that, it seems we might also be encountering false nightmares, the fears of the other animatronics."
"Yes it seems so. You'll have to look out for them too then, they seem particularly dangerous, anything can happen in nightmares, even the unexplainable."
"Great, one more obstacle."
"I'm sure you'll do fine. Are you all ready?"
We all nodded.
[Foxy]
I stood in my Cove, the curtains were closed.
I could hear the children outside, laughing and shouting. Having a good time.
Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were playing a song.
I loved my Cove, but I envied the connection they had.
I took a quick peek out.
They all looked happy, child and animatronic alike.
I sighed and retreated from the curtains, waiting for my part.
"Alright kids, that's all we have for you today!" Freddy cheerfully shouted, which was met by several disappointed cries.
"But don't worry, the show down at the Pirate Cove is about to start!" This was more happily accepted by the children, who, by the sounds of it, were clambering over each other to get the best seats in front of my Cove.
I silently laughed to myself, you sure do have a way with the kids Freddy.
I prepared myself.
Something feels wrong, I've been through this before.
The curtains opened, snapping me out of it.
"Yarr me mateys, welcome to the Pirate Cove! It's me, Foxy the Pirate Fox, have ye been enjoyin' yer adventures so far?"
The kids shouted their affirmation.
"That's good, but now ye be in the Pirate Cove," I pointed my hook at them, "and if ye be misbehavin' I be having ta make ye walk the plank!"
"But you wouldn't do that Foxy!" A kid shouted out.
Don't question me kid!
"Har har har, ye best hope I don't ye landlubber!"
Enough of this acting.
I'll deal with you later.
One of the children started moving closer.
That one. He needs to be taught a lesson.
No, you won't make me.
Oh I will, just you watch.
"Now, how would ye like to hear a story me mateys?"
The kids almost roared in happiness.
The kid kept on getting closer.
No please don't, I can't control it.
You will never control me. I control you.
"Once when I was sailin' the … Sevennnnn … Seassssss ..."
No, I'm not in control!
The kid touched me.
I lashed out.
Everyone was screaming.
The place emptied quickly, except for three.
Two animatronics and a human stood looking at me.
Chica and Bonnie, and the night guard.
What are they doing here?
Blood dripped from my muzzle.
What have I done?
The others saw me do it.
I tried to stop it, I really did, but how would they know it?
They must think of me as an abomination.
I'm meant to entertain kids, not kill them.
The three walked up to me, but they weren't angry, they weren't even scared.
It looked like they were accepting me.
But why would they accept me?
Why accept me as I am?
I'm nothing more than a killer.
Chica stood in front of me and knelt down.
She held my chin with her hand and forced me to look into her eyes.
They held no hate, no malice, no fear.
How can she do it?
How can she fight it?
"We can fight it Foxy," She said, almost as if she'd read my mind.
"How?"
"Together."
Together?
"But, why should you help me? All I am is a killer."
"You are our friend."
Their friend? Really?
She's lying, they would never be your friends.
Shut up! Just shut up! I'm not listening to you.
You have no choice but to listen to me.
I do have a choice, and my choice is to be free of you.
I hate what you've made me become, what you're making me become.
What I have given you is a gift, but you are too weak to acknowledge it.
You are weak, because you need to kill to gain your goals, you can't think of anything else.
I am the strongest thing you have ever known, because I can control you and I can control them.
No, I won't let you control me anymore.
Like you have the power to.
I have the power, and I will use it.
But can you use it?
Yes.
But I am you, to destroy me is to destroy yourself.
No, I refuse to believe that.
Then you are disillusioning yourself and I will force you to wake up.
Everything exploded, the illusions around me shattering.
I was in another memory.
Standing in front of a child.
He was crying.
No, anything but this!
This is what you were, and who you are, what you have always been.
No.
I saw Golden Freddy snap the boy's neck, Chica bite the girl, Bonnie hit the other boy.
No! You will not make me do this!
You will.
I struggled, flailing my arms around. My arm got caught.
I looked down my arm. My hook was stuck in the child's head.
No! What have I done?
See, you did it.
You made me do it!
I didn't make you do anything. You were the one throwing your arms around.
No! No! No!
I covered my eyes with my hand and struggled to pull my hook out of the kid's head.
I heard the wet slap as the kid hit the ground.
No!
I felt someone touching my side.
I removed my hand from my eyes.
The night guard was standing next to me.
"No, get away from me! I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, I know you won't. Because that is not who you are," he said.
I stopped.
"Not who I am?"
"Yes. You are not a killer."
"Not a killer."
Don't listen to him!
"You are Foxy."
"I am Foxy."
"You are not the program."
"I am not the program."
I felt it leave.
I looked to the night guard.
Now I join them in freedom.
So a bit of a longer chapter this time. I broke out of an early writer's block and I really wanted to write both Bonnie's and Foxy's parts in the same chapter. So now that the trio are finally free from the program, we are now onto Freddy! I wonder what's going to happen here, last time didn't work out so well now did it?
