*Thoughts*

"Speech"

".Plushtrap Speak."


Into the Woods, Part 1


"Hey guys, quick question."

All heads turned to Jack-o-Bonnie.

"What the hell are we doing??"

This earned her a smack upside the head from her sister.

"Language!!"

"What?? I'm serious!!"

"Language aside," Nightmare piped up, uncovering Fredbear's ears. "She has a point."

The rabbit smirked, the chicken rolling her eyes at the action.

"We have been walkin' a while," BB yawned, stretching his arms.

"No argument there." Mangle muttered, cracking her back.

The sound made everyone else wince, as it sounded like a metal chunk had been sent down the garbage disposal.

Chica looked to the side, letting out a laugh.

"If anybody's gonna argue, it sure ain't Bonnie!!!"

Everyone's heads turned to the bunny.

Said bunny was barely awake, eyes open in small slits and his body swaying back and forth as he walked. The guitar slung over his back bobbed up and down with the motion.

He appeared to be mumbling.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Yeah, maybe we should rest a bit..." Nightmare conceded, concerned.

"Not here," Freddy stated. "This area is too small and compact. If something were to attack us, our chances of escaping would be slim. Not to mention the dead branches lying around. That means they could fall on our heads, which would cause a multitude of disasters. Also, the smallness would not comply if any of us were to pass gas."

Silence reigned as everyone stared at him.

"Uh...yeah. Sure. What he said."

They all took a quick minute to stretch and such, and during that time, Nightmare checked on Fredbear, who he was carrying.

The smaller bear was in a similar state as Bonnie.

Upon realizing this, Nightmare adjusted his hold on his brother, making so that he was carrying him newborn-baby style.

The golden bundle snuggled into Nightmare's chest.


"Eh, mateys, I don' think tha lad be awake anymore."

Foxy's statement was proven by Bonnie tripping over a tree root and free-falling towards the ground.

Since he made no move to save himself, Foxy and Nightmarionne dived and caught him.

A sigh escaped everyone's lips, as they were all beginning to fade from consciousness.

Chica walked over, slinging the bunny's limp body over her shoulder.

"Freddy, can we please stop here??" Mangle pleaded.

The bear had rejected every single spot the group wished to stop at, finding a--and I quote--"Multitude of disastrous reasons" why they shouldn't stop.

"Hold on. I believe I see a clearing up ahead," He replied.

They continued into said clearing.

It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small, either.

The canopy of trees still stretched out above them, providing a small sort of protection.

Freddy, while still concerned about their safety, deemed this place the most safe for their resting.

"This will be sufficient, I suppose."

The others collapsed around him, happy moans erupting from their bodies.


Plushtrap awoke to being unable to breathe.

Something was pressing her into the ground, which her face was firmly being pressed against.

Managing to force out one of her arms, she slammed her fist on the ground and gave muffled cries.

After a moment, the weight shifted, then rolled off of her.

The green bunny's head shot up, gasping for air.

"Sorry, Plustrap," Mangle apologized.

The bunny sat up, rubbing her nose.

".Scree ree mrew??."

The vixen blushed bright blue, rubbing the back of her head.

"Yeah, that was me. Sorry about that."

The plush chirped her forgiveness, then glanced around the clearing.

Everyone else was still asleep, thank goodness.

Mangle couldn't help but coo at her companions; each were in a pretty adorable state.

Fredbear was cuddled up to Nightmare's torso, the latter having his arms wrapped around the former and his head nestled between the youngers ears. The golden bundle was snoring very softly, his older brother mumbling slightly in his unconscious state.

Balloon Boy was sprawled out on the ground, on his belly, snoring. Freddy, while sleeping, had deemed the wolf's fur a soft and durable pillow, and had taken to laying on his back with his head on said wolf. He had one leg crossed over the other, both hands folded on his chest, and a few smaller heads could be seen falling out of his sides.

The Jack-o-Twins were full-on embracing each other, each having their arms (and legs, to a small degree) wrapped around their twin. Jack-o-Chica had her face nuzzled into the bunny's chest, and Jack-o-Bonnie maw hung open as she had her head on top of her sisters. Jack-o-Chica's Pumpkin, whom Mangle (and pretty much everyone else in this story, myself included) had forgotten existed, had himself snuggled in a cranny between the two.

Bonnie and Chica prompted a chuckle from the vixen; Chica, mouth wide open as she snored loudly, had her foot shoved to the side of Bonnie's face, pushing up his upper lip on the side slightly and revealing his sharp jaws.

But what also gained an "Awww" was the fact that she had her head resting on his back and one of his paws grasped in her claws, holding it to her face.

Chica's Cupcake (Whose existence had also been forgotten) had taken up residence on the bunny's back as well, as he was lying similar to BB.

Internally fangirling, the fox looked over at her cousin and his partner in crime.

Nightmarionne was lying on its side, limbs stretching out in the same direction. It breathed gently, face nuetral. Foxy appeared to be cuddling it in his sleep, snuggling his friend close as Mangle had been doing before completely rolling on top of Plushtrap.

The scarlet fox had a smile on his face as he shifted in his sleep, pulling the ghastly puppet closer.

"D'aww," Mangle cooed.

A weight pressed itself against her as Plushtrap leaned against the fox.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and she leaned downwards slightly.

She wrapped both arms around one of Mangle's, enjoying the vixen's softness.

Mangle smiled.

Looking around once more, a question embedded itself in her brain.

"Say, Plushtrap..."

The bunny looked up at her.

"Do you think...we can really...be a family??"

The plush paused, mulling that over.

"...Screew mrire ree."

"I hope so too, Plushtrap."

I hope so too.*

They then lay back down, falling back into the land of unconsciousness.


Howling.

Howling cut through the air like a steak knife to soft butter, ripping the twelve out of their slumber.

Fear struck their hearts, prompting them to leap up and band together.

"Mangle, please tell me you howled in your sleep," Nightmare practically begged.

"I hate to dissapoint," she replied, "but that wasn't me."

Foxy, Mangle, BB, Bonnie, Plushtrap, and Jack-o-Bonnie's ears all perked up.

All attention was turned to them.

"What is it??" Freddy whispered.

"...Growling," they replied in unison.

More howls filled the air from various directions, making the hair on the back of everyone's necks stand up.

Fredbear hugged Nightmare's waist, burying his face in him.

Upon this action, Nightmare realized the bear was shaking.

Crouching down, he placed his paws on Fredbear's shoulders.

He looked his brother in the eyes; his red and black speckled orbs were full of fear.

"Don't worry, Fredbear," He began in a soothing tone, trying to keep the worry from his own voice.

"We'll get outta here, and we'll be fine. Whatever we're about to run from, we'll escape it, alright? we'll be fine."

He pulled the smaller bear close, hugging him. The golden bundle wrapped his arms around Nightmare's neck and squeezed.

Nightmare nuzzled him.

"I won't let anything hurt you. I promise."

I promise.

The two broke apart, Nightmare taking Fredbear's paw in his.

"Okay," the black bear began, "Guys, where's the growling??"

The ones with the best hearing pointed to the left, behind the group.

"Okay, so, I have absolutely no fighting experience whatsoever. But I accidently kicked Foxy in his sensitive area once when it was just the two of us and we were wrestling, so I guess that counts."

Foxy shuddered, not fond of the memory.

"So, I'm using that for the assumption that none of you do either."

A twig snapped nearby.

"So, our best bet is probably to just run in the opposite direction as fast as possible--"

The howling started up again, fleeting footsteps heard from all directions.

This time, howls came fromalldirections.

The kids froze.

"...Actually, I think we're surrounded..."

What's this?? A multi-parter??

Sorry, not sorry about cliffhanger. I would get mad if I was a reader, but I'm not, so...yeah.

Not much to say here, except:

See ya next Chappie!!!