First night in their new house and already Jeremy was hearing things.

He had woken up late at night to see Mike fast asleep beside him but thumping and crashing noises coming from down the stairs. The redhead gulped and turned to his fiancee, who simply stirred in his sleep and didn't seem bothered by none of what was going on below them.

The day guard shook his lover. "Mike!" he whispered harshly. "Mike!"

"Huh?" the brunette asked, lifting himself up so that he sat in bed and stared groggily at Jeremy. "What's the matter?"

His question was answered when the sounds of several smashed windows echoing through the house. They jumped and looked each other with wide eyes.

"What was that?!" was Mike's new question.

"I don't know..." Jeremy admitted. "and I'm too scared to find out!"

"Me too Jer-Jer!"

The two men then hid under their blankets and shook in fear as the noises persisted until after about five minutes, it slowed and then stopped. They lifted themselves out of hiding and got out of bed, slowly creeping towards the door and listening.

Nothing.

Jeremy sighed in relief. "Oh thank god! It's over!"

His lover nodded. "I'm just glad that they didn't come up here to get us!"

"Yeah!" the redhead turned around to go back to bed. "That's a huge-" he stopped abruptly and stared in horror at their bed. "Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Mike?!"

"What's wrong?"

Jeremy pointed to the bed as Mike turned around and shrieked.

On their bed was six ghosts. A bear, a chicken, a puppet, a boy and two foxes. They simply sat there and stared at the shocked men while the humans looked around their bedroom to noticed that it had been trashed without them realizing it.

Philly stared at the redhead's finger pointing at them and sneered. "It's rude to point at people. Ya know that, right?"

Mike and Jeremy screamed and ran out of the house, not caring that they were in their PJs and they had left everything that belonged to them behind. They dashed to the day guard's van only to realize that they didn't have the car keys.

"Lookin' for these me hardy!"

They turned around to see Poxy leaning from their bedroom window and jangling their much needed keys. The two nodded as the ghostly pirate cackled and went back inside, refusing to give them up.

Mike sighed. "Well, I guess we're walking..."

"You're telling us what now?"

Freddy didn't not believe (or hear considered the boys were speaking gibberish) what the two men were saying. They were flailing and screaming so loudly outside that the bakery down the street mistaken them for dogs and threw a newspaper at Jeremy to get them to shut up.

The redhead collapsed for a few seconds until the bear opened the door and told them to explain themselves.

All Freddy knew about this whole situation is that the two knew how to express themselves. By waving their arms around and squawking like pigeons.

Soon, the rest of the Fazgang came downstairs to see what all the fuss was about with confused and annoyed responses. Once they were done, Bon Bon was the first to say something.

"What in the world are you two talking about?"

Before they could open their mouths, Freddy added. "This time one of you would explain." he turned to Mike. "Mike, go ahead."

"Okay," the brunette began. "I was having this weird dream where I was a cow and Foxy was a farmer who disguised himself like a superhero in a diaper and-"

"Skip the damn dream!" Bon Bon shouted impatiently, arms crossed.

"No! Keep goin'! I could imagine meself doin' that!" Foxy butted in with peaked interest.

Mike continued. "He fought crime by taking out a ginormous rattle and bashing people in the head with it. So, anyways, I was stuck in a tree and before Foxy could bash me out of it with his rattle, I woke up to see Jeremy with a panicked look on his face."

"Go on..." Freddy urged calmly.

"So then we heard loud noises coming from downstairs like some people were trying to break in so we-"

"Call the cops?" Chi asked.

"Manhandled them yerselves?" Mangle questioned.

"Threw yourself out the window and screamed for the neighbors to call the cops?" Fred asked

"Hid under our blanket and waited." the brunette said.

Spring scoffed. "Weak..."

"Anyways, after like four or five minutes, the noises stopped and to make sure they weren't coming up here to get us, we went to the door and listened for any footsteps. We heard none and were about to go back to bed when we saw six ghosts that-"

"Taught ya'll the true meaning of Christmas?" Chica asked excitedly.

"Took your souls?" Bonnie questioned worriedly.

"Took the house away from you guys?" Mari asked.

Mike shrugged nonchalantly. "Basically."

"Yes! What...wait?"

"They took our house."

"AND..." Jeremy added. "They looked exactly like Freddy, Mari, Chica, Mangle, Foxy, and Billy."

The yellow bunny's face instantly paled. "Oh boy..."

"Qué pasa, mi amor?" Goldie questioned, rubbing Spring's back.

"Those six were my old band mates back at home."

"What do you mean Cousin Spring?" Bon Bon asked.

"Well..."

Bonnie gasped. "STORY!"

The lavender bunny then pushed everyone into the living room and made them sit either on the couch or floor. He then made himself comfortable in the front of the group, criss cross applesauce on the floor with his hands in his lap. A giddy smile was plastered on his face as he stared up at his cousin, who was the only one standing up.

"Okay, we're ready!"

"And make it quick," the blue bunny added with a yawn. "I wanna go back to bed..."

"Well, it all started about three years ago..."

Spring walked into an old run-in-the-mills bar with nothing but his saxophone case strapped to his back. At the counter, stood a fat hog who was scrubbing large beer mugs until he saw the bunny. He looked over at him with half-lidded eyes.

"What?"

"I heard that you guys need an entertainer." he replied, pulling out a wrinkled filer. "And I want in."

"Sorry," the bartender apologized in an uncaring fashion. "we already got one. We put that poster up six months ago."

The rabbit frowned. "What? But...please sir! I can truly perform!"

"So can she." he pointed over to a female cat who was on stage pole dancing, which made all of the drunk men cheer and throw money at her. "Face it kid. We don't need ya."

Spring's ears lowered as he left the place and walked down the street until he heard footsteps not long after he stepped out of the bar. He rose his head and turned around only to see nothing. However, when he looked back, he saw a transparent masked man hovering over his head. He gasped.

"What the-"

"Hey there! What's a guy like you doing out on the streets?" the puppet asked before gasping. "Oh my, where are my manners? I am Phantom Marionette Puppet. But you can call me Perry!"

"Nice to meet you." Spring said, still a little weirded out that he was talking to a ghost.

"It's quite cold out here. Why don't you come with me to the hideout?"

The rabbit nodded. "Alright then. My name's Bonnielle Springerd Bunny by the way. But you can call me Springtrap or Spring."

The phantom snickered as they walked (or floated in puppet's case). "Okay..." he chuckled again. "Bonnielle..."

Final part: coming soon!