Slow footsteps started approaching the doorway.

Ryan instinctively backed away and pulled the light down, knowing that Nightmare Chica was coming. Plushtrap soon got behind him as it waited – it sure wasn't well-welcomed by the Nightmares, they didn't like each other's company on the slightest, and Ryan wondered if he could do something about it. He did not want Plushtrap to get hurt for wandering too close to the animatronics, and that'd probably be soon counted as yet another must-do thing.

The chicken's shadow was seen on the floor with the steps increasing. Nightmare Chica soon made her appearance as Ryan backed some more when her eye looked at him directly. She seemed to have something in her beak, object that after a good glance came to be a bent and dented fork. It confirmed that the other room was indeed a kitchen, and Nightmare Chica had probably gone there looking for a chew toy. She maintained a glare, more curious than anything, with the kid, while Plushtrap remained uselessly hidden behind him–its ears completely gave away its position, but it wasn't like it had a chance to not be spotted. Ryan couldn't stop looking at the fork, nearly completely broken, mauled and contorted to the point of almost looking like a rigid, wrinkled straw.

Nightmare Chica tucked the utensil in between her teeth, resulting in another sharp click to be heard as her teeth scantily sank into the metal, and walked away with a huff. Ryan's blue gaze followed her as she disappeared around the corner of the doorway, hearing Nightmare Bonnie growl at her as she walked by.

The young boy didn't spend too much time looking at the entrance of the salon, and inquisitively inspected what would be the kitchen. Since the other room was almost empty, that one wasn't going to be much more of a difference. It was fairly small, with only two worktops sitting alone in the dark left corner and several knocked over utensils accompanied by an old-looking broom, cleanly snapped in half, lying on the middle of the room. Either Nightmare Chica was mad at Nightmare Bonnie and decided to take her anger out on the scattered objects, or she just liked disarraying stuff. Or both.

Plushtrap peeked in, observing the mess that had been made. The torn broom was what caught its attention, as its eyes widened when it saw it. It stared at the two separated parts for a few moments before dashing towards the broken object, hopping over an upside-down pan standing on its way. Once it was right in front of the lone broomstick, Plushtrap halted by stepping on the split end, sending the stick right into its gaping jaw. Nightmare Chica wasn't the only one who was looking for a chew toy, apparently. The plushie was happily gnawing the broken broomstick like a dog playing with a bone–it was definitely something to smile at. Ryan rolled his eyes innocently as he watched the rather cute scene, Plushtrap was literally his cure to any sad or fearful feeling that roamed around him.

Back in the bedroom, the playful bunny still carried the broomstick with it. It had been a bothersome return, the stick had been rubbing against the carpet all the way back and hearing that little nuisance was really annoying, plus with the extra chewing noises.

Something that cheered Ryan was how the Nightmares hadn't paid him much attention as he went back to the bedroom, not even a single growl, but a few glares were shot at him and Plushtrap. That could be a signal about being able to pace around the house safely, however the kid wasn't going to trust everything yet. Nightmare Foxy wasn't as 'peaceful' as the other two were, but Ryan's words seemed to have influenced him into not being as aggressive as he had always been.

One of the Fredlets hopped onto the bed, followed by another one, just as Ryan left the flashlight there. None of the two were the first the kid had befriended, but it didn't matter. All of them seemed to like him the same way. Their attention was fully fixed on Plushtrap as it continued to gnaw the snapped broomstick, there was no way of knowing if they were jealous or just curious. One of the little bears gave a low screech as it hopped down the bed, inspecting closely the distracted plushie. Ryan looked at the small teeth marks that were marked on the middle of the wooden stick, helping him notice how basically useless and reduced to nothing they were compared to the Nightmares' literal daggers poking out of their jaws.

Nightmare Chica had managed to snap that broom in half with one or two bites while Plushtrap had been chewing on it for several minutes and it barely did anything to it. It actually helped him calculate how strong the Nightmares' teeth were. Ryan knew perfectly well that Plushtrap's teeth, despite being somewhat conical, actually hurt. He still had some scars from its bites. If it scarcely left tiny teeth marks on wood, while just a soft bite from one of the tattered animatronics could tear it in half with ease (not to mention the completely mutilated fork Nightmare Chica was carrying), Ryan was sure those teeth could crush anything. Including him.

Plushtrap looked at the Fredlet that stood some feet away from it, the broomstick still on its mouth. The other one soon joined, they almost looked like pets begging for food. The golden bunny let the bitten broomstick slide down its jaw gently, it bouncing slightly once having made contact with the floor. The Fredlets didn't really want anything with the broomstick, proven as their pinprick eyes were still looking at Plushtrap innocently. Instead of wanting it to share the 'toy', they wanted to play with it.

And that was something Plushtrap was not going to refuse.

On the span of a few seconds, the three troublemakers were already running all over the bedroom chasing each other, occasionally exiting and entering but without going all the way down the halls. Ryan looked at them dash from the left door, to the right, then back to the left, then back to the right, and when his sight wandered through the middle of the room, surprise took over. He stopped focusing on the noisy plushies to make sure he wasn't going blind; the broomstick was gone. Just as if it had never been there. The kid had been watching the racing creatures all the while, and neither Plushtrap nor the Fredlets had taken the bitten stick.

There were times in which Ryan would love to have an explanation for the mysterious things that kept happening there. Disappearing props, it could be considered as something ridiculous to pay attention to, but it was quite hunting as well. Ryan always hated when things disappeared out of his sight, and even though he knew perfectly he was in a twisted dream, he'd like to know why things disappeared.

A dull, small growl made him move his blue gaze to face the bed, where the third Fredlet stood, next to the flashlight, watching its partners and Plushtrap playing around. As the trio ran past it, it joined the game and soon enough, Ryan was lacking any attention. He strolled towards the bed, sitting on the edge as always and watching the plushies toy around happily.

As he watched, there was something that made him think deeply about the Nightmares being easily able to completely change. Plushtrap was mysterious, grumpy and kind of a loner when it and Ryan first met. And after some time, it had turned into an extroverted bundle of love and cuddles that wouldn't hide from anyone or anything, only if that scared it, and all that thanks to some company and affection. Why couldn't the animatronics go from being 'accidental' killers to that same bundle of love and cuddles? The only difference to be found between them and Plushtrap was that they needed more respect than affection.

The Fredlets, by the other hand, were some kind of exception. Ryan never did anything to gain their trust, it was a curious one who decided to go and start a friendship.

He checked the time, and almost sprang up from the bed–he didn't know if it was out of joy, nervousness or surprise. It was 5 AM already, and Nightmare Fredbear would soon make an appearance. Ryan just pulled a relieved smile and waited the slow minutes, observing the playful plushies, who didn't look anywhere close to ceasing their game.

6 AM was announced not long after, and the Fredlets stopped running around right after entering through the left door. Plushtrap came behind them, also stopping as it heard the blaring clock with a small ear movement. The Fredlets instantly went from being gleeful to look afraid. It was probably because they knew what night it was, their respect towards Nightmare Fredbear probably obliged them to stay away. Plushtrap looked at them in confusion, and they didn't think twice before whirling around and dashing under the bed with a few worried trills. The bunny understood why they were so nervous, but it disappointed it how time fled so fast. It and the Fredlets got along swimmingly, and knowing that they wouldn't return until the golden bear was gone arrived to hurt Plushtrap.

A few seconds after 12 AM was painted on the alarm clock, the heavy footsteps already echoed around. There was no other noise, aside from the soft wind outside. Ryan noticed how Nightmare Fredbear didn't walk from left to right frantically anymore, since he had no reasons to. It was an immense relief not having to worry about something as fast and sly as that bear. The mightily toothed snout peeked out of the right door, and Plushtrap uttered a happy-sounding croon. It didn't seem to have the same respect towards Nightmare Fredbear that all the other Nightmares shared, their relationship seemed to be a more of a friendly one. Why wouldn't it, Plushtrap was basically the dream's representation of SpringBonnie, also known as Fredbear's best friend. It would be normal if those two acted the same there.

"Hello, Ryan." Nightmare Fredbear greeted gently.

A/N

First of all, I wanted to thank everyone for favoriting/following this story, I really didn't think of it becoming so popular :)

What I wanted to tell you is that school already started for me, and this means I probably will not be as active updating as I was before (but honestly, I love this story just as much as you all do, and I always try to have constant updates.) Now out of vacation, the time I spend on the computer is mostly for homework, thing that decreases my time for writing, but I'll try my best.

See you in the next chapter! ;)