Hey everyone

I was made aware that the other day, another person tried to rip our series off. (Use content)

They were dealt with, so don't worry. We have a copyright on Watchover so it's OUR series, but they didn't care.

I also got many messages from fans talking about depression.

I want to be able to help any of you who are depressed or alone.

Message me if you ever need help.

I'm serious.

I care.

Chapter 11

Evil

Beta's POV

The bear was dead. Pity. Did I care? No. His mistake. He attacked them head on. My sibling tore him apart.

The fox had been fully repaired. That was good, given that they were few in number. The smaller rabbit approached the golden bear. The way they treated loss…pitiful. They would never be the killers I created them to be…without help.

Long ago, I was sent to this dimension, like my siblings with theirs. It was normal, all three were at peace. We were to prevent the humans from becoming hostile to each other, but I found that violence was amusing. I killed and ripped my way to being the most powerful thing in the dimension, three, making it the stuff of nightmares. I began manifesting and creating the fears of dimension two in the rift, an area only the third could access. They became my pawns. It was foolish to take Stalker head on, it was far too powerful for I, let alone these…fodder.

"N. Fredbear, N. Freddy is dead!" The smaller said, running towards the brown bear, a nightmarish version of Fredbear. He picked at a speck on his teeth, leaning forward as Plushtrap tripped, regained his balance and reached him. "Speak more of my accomplice…" He said in a dark, menacing tone. Plushtrap took a deep breath and said "The humans! They killed N. Freddy! His head is gone! Off at the shoulders!" N. Fredbear raised a hand for silence, paused and said "His mistake. He can stay dead. He and the smaller three were just…more mouths to feed." Plushtrap was fearful as N. Fredbear continued. "…and in all honesty, we don't need them. It takes time to rebuild their corpses, time we do not have. I have spoken with Nightmare on this. He has suggested that I contact Nightmarionne, but I doubt any of you want HIM in charge, am I wrong?" Plushtrap trembled at the thought of that figure leading them. Seeing his henchman, N. Balloon Boy was enough to give HIM nightmares, that is, if they could have those. Dimension three inhabitants couldn't.

Pathetic. The leadership of these animatronics was atrocious. I could not interfere, it would ruin the chain reaction that could kill the dimension one inhabitants. Now…if Nightmarionne would to be added to the picture…they might have a chance.

Connor's POV

It was decided that Torcher and Operator would return to dimension two, given that there were few Omega Team watchers there now. Chi and I attended the farewell gathering, well, including everyone else. Everyone was there, everyone but Stalker, I had no idea where it could be. It had returned a few hours ago with its group, but left immediately…strange.

Bobby and Slash came with Foxy and *Chica, they were now residing by the bar area, watching something on the news. Crystal and Rahkel were over by the pool table, each arguing as to who would win. Zeta was speaking with Banshee while Allen was reading a book over by Ightech, who was stirring a mysterious red liquid in a glass with his clawed glove. I decided to go talk to myself, well, 1287, who was over by Torcher and Operator, who were at the gate of the repaired dimension transport device.

He waved to them as they disappeared, then turned to me. "Connor, Stalker informed me as to who created those monsters. It was Stalker's brother, Heterima, or better known as Beta. If it's true, we could be fucked. Now, I have a solution to this, but I'm still working out the details." I nodded and asked "Ok, so question. In your dimension, do you ever meet Chi? Do you ever get together with anyone?" 1287 shook his head, ruffled his hair and said "No. The animatronics don't exist in my dimension. They were a product of dreams, good…or bad. So Chi doesn't exist in mine. I haven't gotten together with anyone because of the Federation-Highlands –Sceptarian war that is currently going on." I shrugged, knowing that Chi, Bonnie or even Springtrap didn't exist where he came from. Still, they lived here, so I was happy. Hell, I never thought I'd meet myself, let alone talk to another ME. That, and 1287 was quite the badass in the eyes of Ightech and Banshee, hell, even the other watchers seemed to look up to him.

Stalker arrived through the door, a tall figure behind him. He was wearing a black and gray suit, had a trench coat and was carrying a scythe that looked to be made of obsidian. Stalker walked over to 1287, spoke quietly, and said "Guys…this is Default, he's offered to help us in our cause." Everyone clapped, including me, we were going to beat them, I was sure of it…

That was too delayed, I know, I suck: P

Anyway, Default is a character submitted by JackCypher, so I hope you all enjoy his presence!

To add, a few of you wanted Gamma to be here too, I MIGHT be able to make that work BUT I am working with a LOT of characters, but believe me I will try.

And that wraps it up

So thanks for reading and see you all next chapter!

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