Note: If their speech is completely in italics, especially at the beginning, then they're whispering.

*Thoughts*

"Speech"

".Plushtrap Speak."


Into the Woods, Part 2


"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!"

Freddy grabbed the screaming vixen, clamping her mouth shut.

"If you wish to delay the inevitable, you would silence yourself and allow us to come up with a solution!" The bear whisper-snapped.

"Why do you know so many words?!" Jack-o-Bonnie questioned.

"Guys--Guys, no time!!" Nightmare worriedly silenced them. "We gotta figure out how to get outta here and get away from the invariable!!"

Freddy facepalmed.

"I think our best bet's that way, Nightmare." Chica spoke up, pointing to the east side of the clearing. "We can't hear that much, if any, of them from that side."

"Good--Good idea, that's a good idea."

Clamping his eyes shut, the bear attempted to steel his nerves.

He reopened them and continued.

"Okay guys--and girls, not trying to be offensive--okay, so, like Chica said, our best bet is that way. I think, I think we oughta atleasttry to stay in pairs, if we can't stay together, alright?"

Everyone gladly agreed to that.

"Okay, I would say on three, but I hear them getting closer, so we should probably just get ready and run, okay??"

They all agreed.

Nightmare wrapped his arms around his terrified brother's torso, picking him up.

He hugged Fredbear close, giving him a nuzzle on the side of his head.

"It's gonna be okay, alright, buddy?? We'll get outta here, and we'll be alright. It's gonna be okay. We'll all live."

Nightmare continued to whisper little comforts in his brother's ear, trying to calm him down, whilst rubbing circles into his back.

Fredbear, unable to speak, buried his face in his brother, wrapping his arms around him.

The jet-black bear looked around at his companions.

"Everybody ready??"

All gave nods, some firm, some scared yet determined, some just plain scared.

Nightmare took in a sharp breath.

"Then let's go!!"

They all shot in the designated direction.


10 sets of paws charged across the ground, going deeper into the forest as they attempted to escape their pursuers.

As they ran, several threw glances over their shoulders, making sure they weren't about to get jumped.

They continuously caught glances of dark, shadowy figures...


The kids reached another clearing.

It was much smaller than the last, a large rock sitting in the center.

Upon deciding that the predators were at a far enough range away for them to catch their breath, the kids did just that, fearfully inhaling and trying to mildly rest their aching muscles.

"Sweet Consequences, we're gonna die," Mangle shuddered.

"No we aren't!!" Nightmare countered. "We just need to throw them off of us somehow!!"

"Nightmare is right," Freddy agreed. "We must escape this Hell somehow, then find a way to get them to stop following us. Perhaps we can mask our scents..."

"Well, we ain't got water!!" Jack-o-Bonnie snapped.

"Or mud." BB pointed out.

"O-Or t-t-time!!" Nightmarionne shrieked slightly, hearing the hunters getting closer.

Foxy examined his terrified friend, who was not only shaking, biting its claws, and seemingly on the verge of a breakdown, but also seemed more exhausted than the rest of them.

This was probably due to the fact that it had to levitate really fast, as it was unable to run. That would, in fact, be very straining.

He tentatively placed his metal hand on its shoulder.

"Lass?? Are ye alright?? Are ye sure ye can go on??"

At that, Nightmarionne's head turned at an odd angle, and it stared.

It's hands fell from its face to its sides, and itstared.

It seemingly stared at Foxy, but from the look in it's white pupils, it stared past him,throughhim, past the Void itself.

While staring into nothingness, it whispered a reply.

"No, I c-can't. B-But if I d-d-don't keep-p goi-i-ing, I'm g-going to d-die. An-n-nd I'm n-not r-ready to d-die. Not y-yet."

It wasn't talking to Foxy.

Who was it really talking to?

Something shifted inside of the fox; that answer had shaken him to the very core.

He gave the puppet a shake, managing to shake it out of whatever trance it was in.

It shook its head a bit for clarity, and Foxy pulled it close, wrapping his arm around it.

"Oi ain't ready neither, lass. But Nightmare says we ain' goin' ta die, an' we gotsa believe that so that we don't!! Besides, ye got me, and Oi'll help ya."

Nightmarionne took a deep breath.

"Alr-r-right, F-Foxy..."

"Guys, we gotta go."

However, as the twelve began sprinting away, a shadow passed over the clearing, several streaks of black coming together atop the rock.

They reconnected in a cloud of smoke, a creature manifesting itself.

It appeared to be some kind of demented canine, much larger than the kids, black all over save for its pure white eyes.

Its body swirled and shifted, flickering in and out in many areas and overal looking like a smoky blob-type shadow trying to stay together.

However, it was clearly demented, had what appeared to be spikes poking out of where its spine would be, large fangs, and claws that retracted in and out at random.

Most noticeable was the hungry look in its eyes.

And how it growled darkly at the kids, bloodlust radiating in its aura.

There was what could be considered a twisted, lunatic's smile contorted on its muzzle.

It howled into the air, alerting the rest of its pack.

This was gonna be fun for them.


When that one had caught up to them and the children had, unfortunately, gotten a close-up look at it, adrenaline coursed through their veigns, making their attempted escape even faster.

The canine gave them a head start, wanting to have a little fun with its prey, now that they had been found.

It eventually lept off of the rock and gave chase, others beginning to sound closer.

However, the kids were far enough ahead not to hear the rest of the pack approaching, and were doing their best to quicken their pace.

"Whadda we do now?! That thing found us!! Mangle had a point earlier!!"Jack-o-Bonnie hissed, holding her sister's hand and helping pull her along.

"Thank you!!"

"Mangle, if we die, I'm killing you again in whatever afterlife we get." Nightmare snarled, ducking under a low-hanging branch, still clutching Fredbear to his chest.

".Scree ree ree!!."

Unfortunately, Plushtrap's warning came too late, and even though she screeched to a halt, they all crashed into each other and went tumbling down the sudden slope.


When Freddy opened his eyes, all he saw was infinite darkness.

Glancing down, he found himself in his own body, empty of his Freddles.

He glanced around the void he was in, confused.

"Well, that was fast," He stated.

He began walking forward.

"I did not expect my demise to be so sudden and swift."

"You are not dead, Nightmare Freddy."

The bear whirled around, startled by the sudden intrusion of his inner musings.

A red mass began filling the darkness.

The voice came again.

It was calm and serious. Feminine, as well.

"Be strong, Freddy. You all must survive. And do not forget: You have powers. Using them, while you may not entirely know how, will almost guarantee your survival.

"Please, survive."


Freddy's eyes snapped open.

Looking around, he found that they had just hit the bottom of the hill.

Everyone was groaning, opening their own eyes and trying to escape the body pile they had gotten stuck in.

"Freddy...crushing...me..."

He then realized that he was atop Mangle, and proceeded to roll off of her.

She gasped for air and sat up.

"My apologies, Mangle."

" 'S fine." She mumbled, stretching.

He glanced at the rest of the group, who were all trying to get it together.

Balloon Boy groaned, burying his face in his paws.

"We're gonna get ourselves killed..."

His moan was quiet, almost unhearable.

Freddy went into thought.

*I feel that I'm forgetting something...*

He glanced at the others.

"Perhaps we could...use our powers?? To defend ourselves??"

They mulled that thought over.

"But we still dunnohowto use 'em," Chica sighed.

"Or if we actuallyhaveany." Jack-o-Bonnie mumbled under her breath.

BB had his paws on the sides of his head, eyes darting back and forth as he thought frantically.

"Hey guys??"

Everyone looked at Nightmare.

"I have a really bad idea."

"Any idea that keeps us alive is welcome right now, Nightmare!!" Jack-o-Chica shrieked.

"Okay, okay!! Yeesh!!"

He twitched, his ears picking up on the approaching predators.

Crud.*

"Okay, look, we can't deny that there's a lot of us. We don't know how many of them there are. And...I hate to say it...but we're all kinda getting in our own ways..."

The gravity of what he was saying began to settle into their minds.

The stared at him, wide-eyed.

He stepped back, Fredbear looking up at him from within his brother's arms.

"Look, I'm not saying we go off by ourselves. We can go off in groups, and then regroup later...if...you know..."

He shifted uncomfortably.

"We all...uh...make it, you know??"

Silence reigned.

Then, arguments arose.

"And what if some of us die while we're separated? That would be fun to find out, now wouldn't it?" Jack-o-Bonnie sneered, crossing her arms.

"But he has a point!!" Bonnie spoke up. "We're all trying to escape in a giant group,which is probably not the best idea, and we'd probably have a better bet of gettin' away faster if we only worried about a couple of' people!"

"Erm...if ye don't min' me askin', how we gonna find each ot'er la'er, lad?? How woul' we know if..."

He trailed off, shifting uncomfortably.

"I...I.don't know, okay?? I don't. But if we keep trying to think that far ahead, we'll be here all day and those...dog things will kill us. So can we really take that chance??"

"But we'll be taking another chance splitting up!!" Jack-o-Chica wailed in fear.

"I know!! But it's one chance or the other!!"

He looked around at his companions.

The desperation in his eyes reflected in theirs.

"Guys, please, make a decision. We don't have much time."