Hello everyone! I hope you have had a good week! Sorry if this chapter is a day late, yesterday got away from me.
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It's about my choice to censor the words.
I'm sorry if it bothers you to read through the censored words, sorry if it is distracting, but it is something I chose to do for my stories and I hope you can understand that. I've been trying to modify the way I censor the words so it isn't as distracting and a bit easier to understand which word they are using. I am sorry if it is bothersome for you, but that is the way my stories are going to go.
On another note. I wanted to thank you all for all the support and reviews this story has received. I really, really love seeing your guys reviews, it makes me happy every time I see you guessing and theorizing about what is going on! The support for this fic is the most I have ever gotten and I am grateful to all of you! And if you don't review? Guess what? I'm grateful for you too! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying this story that my friend and I have spent long hours planning out.
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PK - SPRINGTRAP HUG MEH: Oh yeah, the drama level is going to really spike, and well, some intense stuff is coming soon!
TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3: I would love to hear about which web series if you are inclined to share! I'm always looking for different ones on the different platforms! And yes, it is kind of like that, it will be explained later on as well within this fic. Ah yes, as for William and Leo, things are going to be...interesting, but as for Enix and the others...? Well, this is when things are going to get a bit complicated...and yes, Acid is a very jealous person, and as for Springtrap? Well, we'll have to see if it's genuine or not hm?
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Chapter 41
Nightmares
Leo took a breath as he re-entered the child's room. It was a basic setup, blue walls, toys littered about, it was strange, it seems the people had indeed up and left the place quickly. Did Scott's appearance scare them that much?
Perhaps, Leo was probably just immune by this point.
With a breath he rubbed his face tiredly and sat back on the bed. Things had so quickly spiraled out of control, now he wasn't even sure if they wanted him to return.
Did...they actually want to kill him?
Not only that...Scott, Scott was acting a bit weird. Well, perhaps not weird...he was acting...human, he was acting human...and like Leo was his son.
The guard wasn't sure how he felt about that revelation. Was it a good or bad thing? Leo was like...26, even if he looked like he was twelve. He was a full grown adult.
Did he have a buttload of issues? Most certainly.
But was one of them lack of parental attention and care?
If not...why did Scott's kind actions toward him make him feel cared for? Was he really this pathetic that he wanted a father at his age?
He didn't even know anymore.
Leo had been wrong about the time, a whole day had not passed but just a few hours. It was now night.
Scott had said they would figure more things out in the morning and such.
It felt weird being in a child's bedroom, but clearly Scott had wanted him in here.
He hadn't told him about any other rooms.
With a hard breath, Leo fell back onto the bed and gazed up at the ceiling arms spread eagle as he studied the popcorn ceiling above him.
Someone else used to live here, a child. It had to have been the previous owners child, but this was probably Scott's son's bedroom as well.
He couldn't help but wonder what happened to Scott's kids, he clearly missed them, why didn't he want to reach out? Was it because he was dead inside of a suit now?
Possibly, it probably would be quite horrifying for them.
But would it bring them peace to find out?
Should Leo intervene? Find his kids? Tell them? Would that make things worse or better?
With a groan the guard turned to his side gazing at the closet doors at the end of the room.
What was he doing? Thinking things like this, mulling over the different possibilities of how his host might feel in regards to meeting with his children? It wasn't Leo's business, he didn't like people interfering with his life, so he shouldn't go around being nosey in other's lives.
He just felt like he owned Scott so much.
With another groan he rubbed his face harshly with his hands in order to be rid of the thoughts. After that was done he huffed and got up to his feet stretching. His leg still ached at times, and his arm occasionally got sore, but overall everything seemed to be healed.
His eyes fell onto his once broken arm, he could still remember Bonnie hauling him from the office, the sound of his head colliding with the metal cabinet. The sight of those giant animatronics looming above him like the grim reaper himself.
He thought things had gotten better, things had been going so well...it had felt like home...like he had somewhere that he belonged. Where he was important to someone, more then just a druggie off the streets with a bad attitude.
Now that was gone.
With a slow breath, Leo closed his eyes and sat back down again.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he got, because he did miss them. He did mourn what he had lost, they were probably the first people that he could remember ever caring about him.
So what had he done wrong?
He had tried so hard to keep the peace, to integrate Scott into the group, was it because of Scott? Were they so bothered that he was killed by them they couldn't handle it? They had to make him into the bad guy?
What had made everything go so very wrong?
The question lingered within his mind, bouncing around in the boundaries, but no answer came, a million possibilities, but no definitive answer greeted him.
After waiting for one a few moments, the guard pulled himself back to his feet. He needed to walk around, kept cooped up by himself was doing him no favors.
However, the moment he got to his feet, the lights went out. The guard jumped and looked around confused before going over to the door. This was weird...but he was uh, sure there was a explanation.
He'd have to ask Scott. He knew for a fact that the animatronic man didn't sleep.
With a breath he exited the left door, the lights in the hallway were out to.
Getting a uneasy feeling, his hand gripped the molding on the edge of the doorway, the darkened environment was reminding him far too much of the first nights back at the pizzeria.
He could almost see Bonnie's silhouette turning the corner.
Wait...was that Bonnie?
The guard tensed up as he realized that it was not in fact a illusion of the dark, there at the end of the hallway was a bunny shaped animatronic. He was about to shrink back into the room...only to realize.
Scott was a bunny too.
With a hard breath of relief, the guard sagged against the doorframe.
"Hey Scott, you know what's going on with the lights?" At his voice the bot stopped and turned to look at him, Leo expected to see the familiar grey/purple glow of the bot's eyes.
So...he didn't expect the red ones that met him dead on.
A pit formed in his stomach, and a brief flash hit him, Bonnie's reddened eyes right before everything went black.
However these weren't reddened, these were blood red, beady blood red eyes staring at him with a hungry predator look.
This bunny wanted to kill him.
"H...heh...I take it...you...aren't Scott..." he mumbled, gripping the molding firmly in his hands. The bot wouldn't stop staring at him, and Leo found himself slowly creeping back into the room. He had to get the door shut, he had to get inside. Something inside him screamed danger! Get away!
So listening to the little voice inside him, Leo darted inside slamming the door shut and holding it there staring at the knob wide eyed, his hands and arms trembling.
A bang on the door made him give a undignified shriek and release the doorknob like it was on fire.
He scrambled back from the door and watched as it shuddered and groaned shaking with the force of the bot wanting to get inside.
The door wasn't going to hold it...he had to get out of here.
Now he was suddenly thankful for the two doors.
The guard darted for the right door, grabbing the molding to push himself out more.
But his grip on the edge was used to stop himself instead, as he stared up at a nightmarish, distorted, and horrifying Chica before him.
Beady red eyes stared down at him, and a deep resonating chuckle came from her grotesque chest. A wiry metal tongue slipped between one of her far too many teeth and swung out before him like a beak. Then with a dramatized motion, she ran it all over the metal teeth and gave a distorted and disturbing giggle.
His legs were shaking under him as he stared up at the horrifying version of the bot he once called friend. Leo couldn't move, even if he tried, he stared up at her frozen in fear. He had to move, her hand was lifting her clawed talon like fingers were outstretching.
Oh ***k why wasn't he moving!? Why wouldn't his legs work!?
Move you idiot!
His head companion screamed, and for whatever reason that's when his body decided to respond.
As she reached out her hand, he slammed the door shut on it, causing a enraged shriek to come from the bot...enraged not pained.
***k.
The door bounced off the hand and opened again, but he rammed into it with his shoulder, causing the door to slam on the claw again.
It still moved again, the clawed hand scratched and thrashed in it's meager hold from Leo.
How it wasn't getting inside, he didn't know, he wasn't that strong.
The hand clawed at he door, trying to reach him, and the guard had to move further away to avoid a talon to the face.
"No! Go! Go away!" he ordered, in some desperate hope it would work.
It didn't.
There was a roar from behind him...and then it was echoed by the door across from him.
The now opening door.
Leo let out a noise that sounded like a strangled whine, before he looked at the thrashing hand still trapped between the molding and door.
***t. ***t. ***T!
There was no way he could hold both of them, he had to sacrifice a door in order to get to the other...
So which would it be?
Worrying his lip, the guard looked at the thrashing hand and then to the ever opening door, he grabbed the knob of the door behind him and opened it, before slamming it hard down onto the bot's hand. There was a shriek, and he did it again.
Surprisingly after the second slam, the bot retreated.
He didn't waste a second and darted for the door across from him.
The guard rammed into it with his shoulder, biting back a groan, there was a snarl from behind it, but this one closed fully.
Now he stood, both doors closed and gazed at either one, backing away from the left.
They wouldn't hold...
The left door groaned and shuddered as the rabbit bot pressed against it.
They wouldn't hold...
The right door creaked and bowed as the nightmarish Chica thrashed against it.
They ***king wouldn't hold and he knew it.
Enix took a breath, arms crossed over his chest. Shoulders bunched up as he gazed at Ashford.
The man was staring back at him, brows set low as he gazed at him dirtily.
"So. You want me to die then." The man concluded, and Enix blinked before shaking his head and releasing his arms.
"What?! Of course not!" He protested, and Ashford sighed looking out one of the office doors.
"I have already told John that I'm not going to-"
He was cut off by the sound of a child crying loudly, wailing even.
Both don't hesitate a second before they run out of the room and to the source of the sound.
It was coming from...Bonnie...but the childish voice and glowing eyes told Enix that this wasn't the bunny they were dealing with.
"J...Jeremy?" He asked, coming over cautiously. The child was wailing and sobbing uncontrollably.
The toys were hovering over trying to reassure him and find out what was wrong but it wasn't helping.
The other three didn't seem to be doing well either.
Chica...or no, Suzie, was curled up rocking herself. Freddy...or uh, Gabriel was holding head eyes wide. And Fritz aka Foxy was pacing around and talking to himself..
Enix looked at all of them and then at the toys. "Guys...what's going on?" He asked hesitantly, Chia looked up and mocked a breath.
"I don't know! We can't get a word out of any of them!"
Ashford's brow was furrowed low as he gazed at them, an unreadable expression on his face. But Enix didn't have time to worry about that.
He went over to the one kid that he at least knew he could somewhat talk to.
"Fritz? Hey kid what's going on?" The guard asked, approaching carefully.
The fox's head snapped up and he growled backing away, Enix slowly got to his knees and held out his hands.
"You gotta talk to me kid, what's going on?" He made sure his voice was calm and soft.
Fritz slowly looked up and then looked away pulling at his ear and making it bounce on the spring.
"...t...they aren't...here..."
At that Enix could only frown, "who? Who's not here?"
The trembling bot looked up at him, yellow eyes shining with fear.
"The...the bots...they are gone..."
Grunting, Leo pushed the dresser against the left door. The bunny was out there...a bunny whom he could only presume was a horrifying version of Bonnie.
If the twisted Chica was anything to go by.
With a breath he stumbled back feeling a bit dizzy, with a breath a hand went to his head. Ugh, maybe he should've tried some food earlier.
The thought made him pause and blink, that was weird.
Ew, did that mean he would start wanting food now?
Shaking his head, the guard looked over to the right door, he had managed to shove the nightstand against the door.
Would it hold? Would it make any difference?
With a hard breath he went over and leaned against the end of the bed. What was he going to do?
How did Scott not hear any of this!?
With a breath Leo winced looking down at his hands, paint chips decorated his palms.
...his small palms…
He had noticed...something a bit off about his appearance as well. His hands were tiny, and he was considerably shorter then normal.
Which was saying something.
Was this all a dream? Was it just in his head? How was he sure that this wasn't some drug induced state?
Well for one he hadn't taken anything! That he was sure of!
So what was going on?
Had he finally just lost it?
His spiraling thoughts were disturbed when the door behind him...aka the right door started shaking, and in turn the nightstand in front of it.
Leo bolted over without a second thought.
He didn't know what these things were, whether they were a hallucination, or some animatronics he hadn't met yet. But he was sure that if they got inside...it would not end well for him.
With a breath he pushed against the nightstand, and thus against the door. But it was almost completely futile, the door still shook and the nightstand still slid back. Leo let out a grunt and dug his shoes into the carpet. Trying to ignore how if he was smaller than his shoes would be too big.
The shaking of the door finally stopped and Leo looked up hesitantly, was he in the clear now? What about the left one?
He turned and looked at the door behind him. A big shelf was in front of it.
Okay, okay, it would be fine, the nightstand seemed to hold this one pretty well.
A strange hissing and glitching noise made him turn and look at the bed, only to let out a shriek and jump back at the sight of some twisted and corrupted forms of Freddy. Miniaturized.
Their teeth were not hidden by the mouth, they stuck out in a jagged and twisted fashion. He stepped back more taking a deep breath. They were staring at him, glitching out and crawling toward him, heads twitching at unnerving speed. The strange winding, hissing and screeching noise grew louder as they climbed closer to him.
What the ***l was going on!?
"Leo? Leo! It's Chica! Can you let me in! I want to help you!" The voice made him jump and look to the right door, it wasn't shaking, but someone was knocking.
"C...chica?" He asked, before glancing back at the bots that were not off the bed and crawling toward him like little spiders, his eyes widened and he backed up further.
"Yes! It's me! Let me in! I'm so sorry about earlier! We have to get you out of here!" She tried, and he swallowed looking at the door.
Was he shaking? Or was the door?
And hadn't the Chica at the door been evil? Why does she sound like regular Chica!? Was that the Chica he knew!? Or the twisted and corrupted one!?
The guard let out another shriek as suddenly pain exploded from his leg, he looked down and yelped at the sight of one of those twisted Freddy bots had literally attached it's jaws to his legs.
Leo immediately went down and grabbed at it trying to pry it's jaws off.
"Getoffgetoffgetoff!" He yelled in a hurry, his fingers slipping off the metallic creature's face due to sweat.
"Leo! I can help! Let me in!" Chica tried again, and he looked to the door, but then his eyes caught the absence of movement in front of him.
…***k where had they gone…?
"ARGHHAGRH!" A garbled and distorted word escaped from his mouth as pain exploded in his left arm.
Panting and wide eyed he looked back and almost gagged, one of the bots had attached itself to his back. Digging it's teeth into his flesh. He let out a noise that could sound like a whimper.
There was a third one right…?
He couldn't remember.
Pain flooded through his senses, his vision growing blurry.
He struggled with the twisted Freddy's trying to get them off. Would that even help at this point?
His vision was going black, that he knew. He let out another whimper prying at the creatures on his body.
But to no avail, was he dying? Were these stupid little bots going to be responsible for his death?
No, shut up and stop being overdramatic. They are trying to get you to give up. Get up and find something to get them off and wrap your wounds with.
The sharp voice in his mind cut through the haze of pain.
They...wanted him to give up.
His eyes snapped open, and he got up gritting his teeth at the pain that shot through his body.
If he let Chica in, then she could help him get these things off.
It had to be the Chica that was at the door. It was her voice! It...it had to be her!
"I...I'm coming Chica!" He told her, stumbling over to the nightstand, letting out a harsh breath, he pushed against the bed accessory.
Don't look at them...ignore the pain…
***k this, where the ***l was Scott!?
Finally, by some miracle he managed to get the nightstand out of the way and opened up the door. "C...Chica...I...I need..." His voice was slurred and vision getting spotty. They wouldn't even give his body the chance to recover, as they still shook and vibrated, continually making it worse.
When his vision cleared for a second, he looked up opening the door for his chicken friend.
Only to freeze at the sight of the monstrosity before him.
"Thank you Leo...that nightstand was giving me some difficulty." A grin split over her broken and burnt up face.
"W...wha…" he stumbled back, and his leg proceeded to give out under him. He collapsed back on his butt and looked up at the grotesque avian before him.
No...no, he made a mistake...no...it wasn't her...it was the horrifying Chica...why did he think it would be her?! She was at the pizzeria!
Her eyes glowed red and she stepped forward, before grabbing him by his tie and hauling him up by it.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time now…" Leo's eyes widened as she started opening her jaws.
"NO! No!" He shouted and started kicking at her best he could, but only one leg would respond to his command. Leo thrashed and kicked, but she seemed twice as strong as the Chica he was used to.
He couldn't do anything as she drew closer, jaws opened wide. Before he knew it, a scream had ripped from his mouth as he screwed his eyes shut trying to push her head away from him.
He did not succeed.
The last thing he saw was the sight of those jagged not even white teeth...and the sight of red splashing onto her.
"We have a problem." Enix muttered as he glanced back at the originals...or more accurately now, the original children. They had calmed, and now were huddled together on stage, keeping close, their shoulder pads touching.
Enix stood away from them, with the toys and a very nervous Ashford.
"No duh. What the heck happened?" Chia demanded, one arm cradling her still slightly injured other.
She, along with Steven had to keep Gabriel from storming out of the building.
Freddy's programming would've gone insane if he left the premises.
"Has this ever happened before?" The blue haired man asked, crossing his arms and looking at everyone.
"Not that I can remember. It's always been us and the kids together." Fred responded, and Enix sighed looking at the kids in bot bodies on stage.
"Okay, well...then we have to figure out what to do now. Cause it's just the kids in there. We also have to figure out what happened to the bots, and where they are now."
"Not to mention what to do about tomorrow…." Ashford mumbled, and they all looked at him, only for the man to flinch and look away.
"***t I didn't even think of that, you think the kids will be able to perform?" The tallest guard asked, looking at the bots and his fellow employee.
Ashford turned to look at the toys as well, they glanced at each other, before at the children on stage.
"No." Steven spoke first, arms crossed over his chest. Enix paused wetting his lips.
"Okay...I'm going to have to talk to John about this...right now we just gotta focus on keeping them calm." His eyes went back to them and he took a deep breath, "...I sure hope Leo can hold out...I don't think I can leave these guys by themselves."
A scream slipped from his lips even before his eyes were open.
Leo shot up into a sitting position and looked around stiff shouldered and taking deep and hard breaths.
He was in a bedroom, but not the same one as before.
Everything had a murky grey look to it, like someone had lowered the saturation of his entire environment. There was stuff all over, and he wasn't even in a bed, rather a mat on the floor.
The man then froze suddenly as memories rushed back at him, he quickly checked himself over taking hard breaths, checking his leg by rolling his pants up, feeling his back and face.
But nothing.
Then his appearance struck him.
He was little...again. This had to be some kind of dream, or maybe a hallucination before death? He wasn't sure.
"What do you mean we are all out!? I just bought some yesterday!" A loud male voice bellowed from outside of the room. He jumped looking at the doorway and swallowed.
What the ***l was that?
...why was he trembling?
Taking a deep breath, the man in the smaller-then-usual-body got up and went to the door, only for him to just barely catch himself from falling as his foot caught on a object on the floor.
With a breath he looked down, only to freeze and slowly scoop up a small stuffed animal.
Well, small to his normal size, but in this shrunken version of himself, it was the size of his upper torso.
The man held up the stuffed bunny in his hands. It was tan, and if he looked past the dirtiness of it, he could make out similar features to that of Scott.
Or, the suit that Scott was in.
Speaking of Scott...where was he? Hadn't he heard Leo's screams?
Where even was Leo?
Hadn't twisted Chica bitten his face off?
He shivered at the memory of all those teeth.
"Well I don't know! Maybe because you nearly have all of them within the hour! I didn't touch your stash you ******d!" A female voice screeched and he jumped looking at the door again, subconsciously grabbing the stuffed bunny and hugging it to his chest.
He was trembling again.
The screaming continued, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave this room. But he needed to know what was going on, and so, despite his shaking legs, he slowly crept out of the room and peered down the long and dark hallway.
There was the smell of smoke, he had picked it up inside his room, but it was so much worse as he entered the hallway.
There were two silhouettes in the living room, a man and a woman. Tall and looming, waves of blackness wafted off them like some kind of toxic poison. His mouth went dry and his legs locked in place.
He did not want to go any further.
The screaming continued, the darkness from the corner of his eyes grew more intense, his face grew wet and slowly he lifted his hand and touched his forehead, pulling it away in some kind of trance, the man stared at the red liquid on his fingertips.
Leo was bleeding again.
His pants leg and shirt grew wet, and the screaming only got louder and louder, to the point where he was covering his ears and dropping to his knees.
Screaming...screaming...he wanted it to stop! Why wouldn't it stop!?
Shut up...shut up...for ***k's sake shut up! Stop! Why won't you stop!?
A different kind of screaming filled his mind, the man curled up more, holding his head, his cheeks grew wet, and he wasn't sure if it was blood or tears.
"Leo!" A voice boomed, but didn't scream.
"Leo! Wake up!" Again it came, like a clap of thunder, someone yelling into a mic, blasting into his ears.
"Leo! You gotta wake up!" He jumped this time, it was louder, the other screaming faded into background noise, as if in fear of this superior voice.
"Leo! C'mon come back to me!" Boom, it came again. A clap from the heavens.
He was being shaken. Roughly, his body pulled up and pushed down against something soft. Hands gripped his shoulders, large hands, soft hands. Fussy hands.
He knew those paws.
"Leo! It's just a dream! Wake up!"
Then, like glass, the desaturated, blackened environment around him shattered in one blow.
Inhaling sharply, his eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing up at the artificial eyes of Scott.
The bunny man was hovering over him, paws gripping his shoulders in a firm, but not unbearably tight grasp.
"S...Sc...Scott?" He stammered out between gasps.
His eyes flickered around, he was back in Scott's kid's bedroom.
"Yeah, it's me kid, you were screaming out, it took forever to wake you up." The animatronic man said before stepping back, Leo slowly sat up looking at his hands.
Back to normal size.
"I...I was…sleeping..." that was more of a reassuring statement to himself than a question. But Scott nodded regardless.
"Yeah, quite fitfully as well, you even scratched at yourself." At that Leo looked up, and found Scott pointing at his leg, there were marks there, minor flesh wounds…
It looked like a bite mark though.
He swallowed, "I...I did that?" That didn't make sense…
"Yeah, to your face too. You were extremely distressed." The bunny conveyed, and Leo reached up placing a hand to his face.
His upper forehead and lower face stung at his touch.
The same spots that her jaws would've hit…
"Oh..." he trailed, feeling more exhausted then when he had laid down.
"Why don't we go downstairs and I'll get you something to drink okay?" He had a paw on Leo's head and gazed down at him. The action was strange, but oddly comforting as well.
Leo could only nod, his head hurt as well.
Scott dipped his head, in his way of smiling and got up heading to the door, only to pause and turn to look at him. Leo looked up waiting for him to speak.
"You were screaming quite a bit, I think there is perhaps some honey in the cabinet to ease your throat." At that Leo could only blink and mumble a thank you watching him leave the room.
Once alone, the man gently reached up and brushed his fingers over the scratches.
Had it all just been a dream?
Andrew leaned back in his seat, pulling a long drink from a mug that read.
WORLD'S BEST TEACHER
But the word teacher was scratched out and below it read...
SON :D
Coffee, it helped keep him awake all night to monitor the vitals of their victim. He would have to give it to his dad, he would not have thought of something like this himself.
Leaning back enough to make the chair squeak, Acid lifted his eyes to the multiple screens before him. One of them of course was a view of Michael's bedroom, the second was a view of the closet, but it was dark, so as to keep what was inside hidden. One was under the bed, where three slots resided, the slots that contained his favorite little monstrosities.
There was a camera in the closets of each hallway on either side of the bedroom that held Bonnie and Chica. Then of course the one at the end of the hallways that held Freddy.
He had fun playing last night, and he sure hoped the man would last long enough for Acid to have more fun.
Yes, Andrew certainly liked this plan. Slowly torture the guard with the faces of his friends, and then kill him when he least expects it in the cruelest way possible.
The Acid could be his father's favorite finally! He just had to get Michael out of the way, which was simple.
His eyes flickered over to his left, where a camera view of Michael's living room was displayed. He was sleeping on the couch, having passed out after watching that stupid vampire soap oprah, poor boy. Poor bratty *****d.
Acid made sure that there was no way his father could get into this room.
If his father knew of his plans to off the guard and his younger brother.
Well, Andrew wasn't sure if he would make it out of this house alive.
Well, first introductions of the nightmares, and a hefty hint at Leo's past!
What did you think of Nightmare Bonnie and Chica? Do you think William will figure out Acid's plans? If so, what do you think will happen? What about the children? What do you think happened to the bots? Will the children be good? Or angry?
I'd love to hear what you think!