The alarm clock blared, announcing the fourth night's arrival.
Waiting for the next night to get some answers from Nightmare Fredbear was going to be an eternity for Ryan, having in mind all the questions that swarmed around. He was a patient kid, but on certain occasions that patience just disappeared like it was never there - that was one of them. He was willing to comprehend everything, to make things better. He needed to understand the Nightmares' motives before building a friendship, and the golden bear was his only chance.
There was a soft drizzle outside, and Plushtrap had grown curious as soon as the first drops fell down. It really loved rain after having discovered what it was. It stood motionless in front of the large window, looking at the raindrops pounding against the glass, while Ryan walked in circles around the room with nothing else to do. The flashlight was left alone, off, and everything was quite peaceful as there were no growls from the Nightmare outside and the Fredlets seemed to be resting, since they hadn't come from under the bed after some time.
Since there was absolutely nothing to do, Ryan had thought about paying another visit to the Nightmares, but even though he wanted to, he felt even more tired by just imagining the scene. With such a calm atmosphere, walking out of the bedroom and trying to talk to the animatronics wasn't something on the to-do list, for the moment. It was a priority, however, to keep contact with the Nightmares during the next nights. Ryan couldn't stay too much time without showing himself to the withered robots, they needed regular contact and it was likely that only two nights without seeing glimpse of the kid would make them forget what they've been through.
He stopped his aimless wander. He had to go see the Nightmares again, but he had to make sure what to do once being face to face with them. Asking wasn't going to drive him anywhere, and there wasn't much for him to ask other than the evaded question; the why of their violent attitude. Talking about anything else wasn't much of an option, Ryan didn't even know how much speech the Nightmares could actually understand. He had learnt through Plushtrap that not every word was fully understood, such as 'rain' for example, but the plushie seemed to understand words pretty fluently. The Nightmares could just as well, and even have knowledge of more words. But there were more reasons of why talking was kicked out of the options - Ryan and the Nightmares were at a fragile stalemate. The kid needed to be patient around the animatronics, they wouldn't just be his friends with a few courageous words. Lots of trust was needed, Ryan had to show the Nightmares that he trusted them, and eventually they'd trust him. But it was expected that the true friendship would take a long time to arrive at his hands.
It'd be worth it, anywise.
Plushtrap's left ear shifted slowly as it stopped hearing Ryan's footsteps. It looked at him, seeing how he had ceased walking and appeared to be deep in thought. It twitched its nose curiously before reuniting with its pondering friend. "I'm gonna try to gain some more trust from them," Ryan told the stuffed bunny when he heard its thumping footsteps get close. There was an accepting croon from Plushtrap as the kid grabbed the flashlight to light the way. Just as he turned it on, the glow pointing at the bed, a raucous bellow shattered the peace and caused the two to dart their sight towards the doors. An angered squawk followed, and ferocious snarls soon started to defeat the silence and mute the sound of the drizzle outside. Ryan and Plushtrap exchanged a worried glance. The plushie seemed oddly startled at the noises, and without thinking twice it dashed out of the right door, Ryan immediately following.
Those noises had to belong to Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Chica, and they sounded utterly angry. There was a great relief at knowing that those shrill growls didn't mean an impending attack from the Nightmares; they stayed at the end of the halls. That could mean only one thing.
Plushtrap made a sharp stop just before reaching the small room. Both him and Ryan peeked around the corner, the flashlight was cautiously moved down only to have some light, not bright enough to bring the animatronics' attention towards them. The Nightmares were facing each other, jaws partially open in a threatening manner. It was indubitable, they were having a fight, just like Nightmare Freddy and Nightmare. They roared, trying to get the other to back down. Ryan watched the scene with wide eyes. Those two were always together with no problems whatsoever, what had gotten into them?
Nightmare Chica quavered deeply, Nightmare Bonnie rumbling in response. As it watched, Plushtrap trilled quietly, sporting an almost sad expression on its eyes. It looked at Ryan with that expectant face, and the kid knew what it was thinking. It wanted him to break apart the Nightmares.
If Plushtrap really thought Ryan was going to get in between two giant, dangerous, angry, brawling animatronics to try and calm them down, it was completely out of its mind. Maybe when pigs fled he'd do it.
Both retreated, Ryan bitterly whispering, "Are you crazy? There's no way I'm going to go there!" Plushtrap gave an angry yet silent warble, but the kid wasn't going to interfere on that fight. "I said no!" he yelled, a bit louder. "Why don't you go then?" Plushtrap frowned at the sneer. Ryan glared at him with crossed arms, awaiting an answer. A deep, hoarse bellow got their attention. They peeked around the corner again.
Nightmare Chica took a step forth as she snapped her jaws. The rabbit jerked back a bit, but didn't move from where he was and uttered a warning grumble. The seemingly calmer chicken snorted sternly before walking past Nightmare Bonnie, who had his narrowed eyes fixed on her as she walked by. She turned and vanished out of sight, almost as if she went through the wall, and Ryan's confusion grew stronger. He always had in mind how suspiciously quick the Nightmares got out of sight when they retreated back to the darkness, always on the same spot. Was there a doorway he didn't know existed? He had to find out.
Nightmare Bonnie kept a glare on the direction Nightmare Chica took before exhaling a prolonged huff as he looked at front. It was relieving that the fight was only a little riot, nothing to worry about. Ryan found it safer to reveal himself. He was eager to know if there truly was a doorway there. He had walked with the flashlight past there while looking for Plushtrap, just before the batteries died. He could've missed it, or there was just nothing there. The only way to find out was to explore by himself. He carefully pointed the light at the obscure spot, the darkness was so strong he could barely make out a figure in the wall. It had to be. There truly was a doorway there that had escaped his sight. Plushtrap tilted its head, turned out Ryan wasn't the only one who didn't know about the house being bigger than what it was thought to be.
The light was quick to be spotted by Nightmare Bonnie's glowing eyes. It glowered at Ryan with a hardly-audible growl, but the boy knew he wasn't being aggressive towards him. He was only shaken by the little brawl. "I just want to walk through." Ryan told him with a slight firm tone. The rabbit was still looking at his direction, but he wasn't looking precisely at him. He was looking at Plushtrap, and not in a very friendly manner. The plushie, standing behind its friend, was also looking at the larger animatronic, but more frightened than angry. He snorted before looking away, practically ignoring the two as they started walking towards the doorway. Ryan was surprised at Nightmare Bonnie's behavior, he didn't even direct him a fierce glare, or growl loudly.
That was a very, very good signal.
The doorway was similar to the ones in Plushtrap's hallway, if not identical. When Ryan entered, there was complete surprise on his face. The room was nowhere close to small; it was actually large. It looked strikingly similar to the salon in Ryan's real house, but it lacked many of the things that were there. It was a basically empty room with only a lamp hanging off from the ceiling and a sofa. The flashlight revealed another doorway leading somewhere else. It was quite amazing to find out how big the house actually was, and the discovery cheered Ryan. For when he befriended the animatronics, he'd have more space to be around with them, and more places to hide from Nightmare in case it couldn't be soothed like the rest.
Curiosity pushing him, the kid walked towards the other doorway, Plushtrap following closely as it inspected the new room. They both heard clanging noises coming from there, and assumed it was Nightmare Chica since she had entered the room earlier. Ryan guessed it would be some sort of kitchen what awaited in the other room, as he heard those very same noises some nights, when the chicken was nowhere to be seen. The soft clanging stopped when the kid and Plushtrap were just some feet away from the doorway, causing them to stop, expectantly. Nightmare Chica had probably seen the white light, thus making her actions come to a halt. There was a brief, sharp click afterwards, as if two pieces of metal had come in contact.