Blue eyes flickered toward the obscure bedroom as the alarm clock blared and announced the last night of the eight-day week.

It was weird, but Ryan had to admit one thing that he never thought could think of; without the Nightmares active, everything was utterly boring and almost stressful. He was so used to constant attacks, it wasn't easy to suddenly feel unthreatened. The change was too big. Sometimes he even missed the old nights, but he always rejected those thoughts immediately.

Plushtrap circled the X and sat down limply. He had been doing that all the while. He had never felt bored, and now he hated that emotion. Plushtrap didn't want to be bored, he felt weird, he felt like there was something wrong. He really wanted, needed to do something else other than standing up, circling a sticker, sitting down and repeating the cycle, over and over again.

The plush bunny stared at the floor for a moment before the tips of his ears perked up. An idea just came at him. Plushtrap twitched his nose in thought before looking at the chair, tilting his head as he did so. There was one thing he was eager to do. He had been too many time without playing. He had been too many time without being the Plushtrap he was meant to be. A toothy smile appeared.

The bunny had already made his decision. He sprang up, chirping loudly to catch Ryan's attention. He was sitting right next to the doorway that led to the corridor, the flashlight next to him as usually. He immediately looked up, intrigued at the happy-sounding chirp that had gotten him out of his thoughts. Plushtrap looked at him, sparkling joy was able to be spotted in his black eyes. He looked at the chair, then back at Ryan with an even wider smile that left his point clear as water.

The boy took some seconds to give any sort of answer. He knew how picky the plushie was, and how exaggeratedly angry he could get, but he really thought those habits would be gone. Plushtrap had gotten enough affection and understood the meaning of friendship almost swimmingly. He wouldn't attack Ryan just because of a little game.

Plus, the kid was pretty good at it.

Ryan showed a confident smile, and nodded. From all the things he could do, playing with his best friend was first on the list. And it would probably always be.

Plushtrap voiced a gleeful caw at the acceptance. He really missed playing with Ryan, and both of them liked it. Maybe it would change for the kid, but it would never change for the plushie. He was created to be dangerously playful after all.

But now, the 'dangerously' could be taken out.

Ryan couldn't recall any moment where he had been happier. Maybe long, long ago, when his life wasn't a ruin, but that would be soon forgotten. His memories would soon be replaced by everything he'd do in his new life, and having in mind how perfectly well everything was going, he was glad it was going to change. He was unable to find any reason as to why his past memories would come back to him.

And he never felt happier while having fun with Plushtrap. He only knew it as a risky game, but not even in a nightmare would the plushie hurt his friend. Not unless Ryan literally asked for it, and it was definitely not going to happen.

Each time the flashlight embraced the hall was like an explosion sending happiness flying. The game had changed for the better. Sometimes Plushtrap would just fool around, and if it wasn't him, it'd be Ryan. It was 2 AM, and none of them noticed they had been playing for 2 hours and a bit more. For them, only 10 or maybe 20 scarce minutes walked by. Ryan was winning by a lot, he had caught Plushtrap at least 7 times already. He wasn't counting; his joy wouldn't let him.

None of them seemed to get tired. The kid was at the edge of winning again, he was listening thoroughly for any audio cue that indicated the plushie was on the move. He heard muffled, slow footsteps right in front of him. His eyes narrowed as he pointed the unlit flashlight towards the dark hall, waited, and pressed the light.

Plushtrap let out a disappointed warble as he slumped on the X, directing his friend a hilariously mad glare. He blinked a few times, bright lights on his face weren't his favorite thing, but it was worth it to get rid of the hateful boredom he despised so much. He even forgot what it was.

"Is it just me, or you're getting bad at this?" Ryan giggled, leaving the flashlight aside while still on to not bother Plushtrap, who trilled with disbelief. The boy risked a glance at his bedroom behind him, he learnt from his mistakes. Nightmare would also be active that night, he had to take some precautions. He wasn't going to stay near the animatronics even if the idea was tempting. He couldn't put them in danger as well; if something happened to them, and the fault belonged to him, guilt would haunt him forever.

Maybe he could hide somewhere Nightmare would never think of searching through. They were only two hours, it wasn't like he had to hide through a whole night. Perhaps hiding in the salon was a good idea, or in the kitchen. The animatronic of the darkness probably doubted Ryan knew those places. Wherever he hid, he had to stay there.

"I wonder what time is it…" he mumbled. Plushtrap trilled, he also knew danger was coming, and they couldn't guard down. If they kept playing, time would creep on them, and before they could tell, they both would be dead.

3 AM was painted on the clock as Ryan entered his bedroom, the flashlight illuminating the whole place. Time was running, and he wasn't going to lose a single second. He turned towards the door to find shelter, but glanced at the bed one last time. The Fredlets had surely been given a good scare, because not even knowing their friends were there would make them come out.

Nightmare Freddy hadn't shown up in a while when Ryan thought about it. He wanted to know if something was wrong, but that wasn't the time. He'd figure it out the next night, everything would be much calmer.

Ryan and Plushtrap strolled down the hall. The flashlight was kept off, an encounter with Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica and possibly Nightmare Foxy was imminent. Indeed, the rabbit was near the parallel hall. He seemed upset, his head was fixed on the carpet, his footsteps thumped lowly as he walked a short pattern from left to right. A slight growl surrounded him.

The kid decided to not bother him. The fight had surely caused havoc when talking about emotions.

Nightmare Chica was in the salon, near the couch, the cupcake back in her hand as she stared at the wall in front of her. Her leg didn't seem to limp anymore, it was a possibility that the Nightmares healed by themselves with time. It sure looked like so, but it was better to not jump into conclusions. The chicken heard their footsteps as they walked by in direction towards the kitchen. Her only eye blinked as she snorted softly, followed by a calm trill. She was still grateful.

Plushtrap returned a croon. Nightmare Chica also seemed to be grateful towards the plushie despite her almost natural hate towards him. He had also saved her after all, and she had no reasons to threaten him anymore.

The two friends finally arrived at the kitchen. There wasn't track of Nightmare Fredbear or Nightmare Foxy along the way, which was eerie. It was noticeable how those two, along with Nightmare, always seemed to completely vanish when they weren't active. Ryan still thought there was another room, deeply hidden somewhere, in which the apparently missing animatronics went. Or maybe they appeared and disappeared whenever they pleased, but even for a dream that'd be too weird. Where else could they go anyways?

Leaving the wonders aside, Plushtrap and his friend had to wait until hearing the alarm clock coming to life. It was horrible to do nothing, standing idly in the darkness without even being able to make a noise, but it was either that or getting killed.

Ryan sat down. He would've sighed if he could. Nightmare Bonnie's footsteps ceased, and that along with the thunderous steps that took their place meant that Nightmare was already on the move. Where did he come from anyways? It was useless to ponder, but the boy wanted to know why some animatronics looked like they came out of the nothing and disappeared into thin air.

It was easy to tell that Nightmare had wandered towards either Plushtrap's hallway or the bedroom, failing to find anyone. A soothing idea came to Ryan's mind. Since Nightmare couldn't find him nor Plushtrap, he could think that one of the animatronics already made the kill, and thus he would give up. He didn't know if the dark bear was simple-minded enough to just arrive at that conclusion and stop, but he hoped he was.

A/N

As I said on the last chapter, I'll reply to some reviews that certainly may need a lil' answer ^^

Guest – Ah. What kind of 'thing'?

SpaceWolf04 – Can't tell yet. (*cough* spoilers *cough*)

MMiladinova – Better not be curious DX