*To whoever's up there listening to me, please, please let this have been the right choice.*

Nightmare sprinted as fast as he could through the woods, his brother clutched tightly in his arms.

*Please, I don't wanna die. None of us do. Please, if just this once, spare us? Please?*

He leaped over a fallen log.

*To whoever's listening, please have mercy on my soul. All of our souls.*

Ducking under a low-hanging branch, the bear dived into a cluster of trees.

Once shielded enough to hide for a few minutes, he set Fredbear down.

He crouched, rubbing the other's head.

"You doing okay, bud??"

*That probably wasn't the best question. Crap. Great job, Nightmare-*

His inner beratings of himself were cut off as Fredbear hugged him tight.

"I'm scared, Nightmare..."

Nightmare felt a pang in his heart, and he wrapped his arms around the smaller bear.

"I'm scared too, bud. But...we'll be fine, alright? We...we may get hurt, but we'll make it. I won't let anything hurt you. I promised, remember?"

The smaller bear buried his face in his brother, giving a nod.

Another pang.

"Well, I'm not breaking that promise anytime soon."

Looking around the small cluster they were hiding in, Nightmare bit his lower lip.

*Let's see...we could go out another way...but which?*

His entire body clammed up at the sound of the bushes behind them rustling.

In a flash, he was facing it, had Fredbear behind him, and was in a defensive stance.

He turned his head to the other.

"Fredbear, if I get hurt, I need you to run, okay?"

The golden bundle, shaking, nodded his head.

Nightmare slowly began backing up, ears listening to see if any other predators were on the other side.

His breath caught in his chest as the bushes split apart, revealing...

A blue bunny, who clumsily crashed to the ground, the guitar slung on his back smacking him upside the head.

He gave a moan, rubbing the back of his head.

Nightmare and Fredbear gave sighs of relief.

The black bear went to help him up.

"You okay, Bonnie?"

"I'll be fine, I think," He muttered, shaking the dizzyness from his head.

Fredbear came over, clutching onto Nightmare.

"Sorry I was shaking the bushes so long," Bonnie continued. "My guitar got stuck in some branches--"

A howl cut through the air.

"--Crud."

"My thoughts exactly," Nightmare agreed, picking up Fredbear.

Bonnie's ears began twitching.

The bunny growled, grabbing them.

"Eh, sorry, I kinda panicked at the last second and followed you guys. I'd've caught up sooner if I didn't get stuck, like, three times along the way."

Nightmare patted his shoulder.

"No worries."

Another howl in the distance.

"...Okay, a few worries, just not about that."

Bonnie gave a grim nod.

In a silent agreement, the two bolted out of the cluster, Fredbear holding on tight to his brother.


The bunny and the bears found a relatively clear path, the trees split apart enough so that they could run without Bonnie's guitar getting snagged in a tree, or themselves being scratched up or getting caught in brambles.

However, the tops of the trees still melded into a canopy overhead.

Nightmare examined the path ahead of them.

"This seems too easy..."

Bonnie sighed, listening around.

"Can't argue there--"

Howling.

"--But we may not have much of a choice."

Nightmare gave a grim nod.

Still holding Fredbear tight, he and the bunny began to run down the pathway.

Bonnie's speed was rather noticeable on the more open plane, as he had to keep making sure the bears were close behind.

They winced at the crunching sounds that echoed under their feet, old rotting grass and long-dead leaves and tiny branches breaking as they stepped on them.

They had been running for a while when they came to a three-way fork in the road.

Bonnie came to a skidding halt.

Nightmare accidently crashed into him, but not hard enough to knock the blue bunny over.

Said bunny, once regaining his balance, shared a look with his elder companion.

His ears began to twitch again.

His racing heart's pace quickened as the ominous feeling of a prescence lurked around them.

Nightmare felt it as well, the fear creeping up his spine.

"Whadda we do...?"

"I don't know, Bonnie...maybe we should just pick a direction and get the heck outta here."

"No argument there."

After a moment, they turned and sprinted down the path leading east.


"DearmercypleasetellmeI'mhallucinating."

They had hit a dead end.

Not just to the path--the trees were clumped and practically melded together, preventing going further.

Bonnie looked to the side worriedly as his companion panicked.

He grabbed the bear's shoulder and shook him.

"Dude, I don't think they're around."

Nightmare's ears flattened as he went into thought.

"That...that can't be right. Can it? They wouldn't...they couldn't just lose our scent like that. Could they? No, I...I don't think so."

Bonnie bit his lower lip.

"Should we...go back?"

The bear, after a moment of thinking, had an idea.

"Okay, we'll go back, but not all the way. Once we hit a part of the path that we can cut through the trees, we'll do that and see where it gets us."

Bonnie thought that over, then gave a nod.

Nightmare adjusted Fredbear in his arms, rubbing the smaller bear's head.

"It's gonna be okay, buddy."

The usually happy and talkative child buried his face in Nightmare's chest.

*Poor kid.* Bonnie thought, ears lowering.

They then set off back the way they came, waiting for a break in the forest.

Bonnie's ears began to twitch.


Just as they finally hit a good spot, growling came from behind them.

They whirled around to find one of the canine predators emerging from the other side of the small path.

It seemed to be smirking with that twisted, distorted muzzle of fangs.

Several pairs of white eyes began appearing all around them.

Nightmare's eyes widened.

*They planned this--!!*

He whipped his head in all directions, finding emerging predators coming at them in every direction.

*This is bad...very bad...*

He clamped his eyes shut for a moment.

*To whoever's up there, please let us live...or at least make it quick...*

When he reopened them, he looked at Bonnie.

The bunny was reaching for his guitar, eyes darting around.

He and Nightmare's eyes connected.

They each gave a grim nod of understanding.

Nightmare looked down at Fredbear, who was shaking.

"Fredbear, when you get the chance, I need you to run, okay? It doesn't matter where, justget away from here.I'll find you eventually, alright?"

Fredbear's eyes widened, his ears flattening.

Nightmare kissed his forehead.

"It's gonna be okay, alright? We'll come find you once we get out of this mess. I Promise."

Fredbear wrapped his arms around Nightmare, having no choice but to nod.

As much as he hated to, Nightmare placed his brother on the ground, taking on a battle stance.

Bonnie had whipped out his guitar, doing the same.

The two stared down the canines, emitting their own growls.

A moment passed...

Then one lunged.

Bonnie swung his guitar, hitting it square in the face.

A cracking sound ensued as its head snapped to the side, sending the animal rolling into several others.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks--"

This set off a chain reaction, as the rest howled and began their assault.

The two fought their best, Bonnie using his guitar as a weapon and Nightmare using his claws to the best of his ability.

Fredbear was doing his best to avoid the blodthirsty mongrols, trying to find an opening for him to run away.

One took a leap at him.

He shrieked, covering his head with his golden arms.

An electrical sensation shot up his spine.

The wolf-like creature slammed against an unknown barrier, small trickles of electricity flickering around Fredbear.

Fredbear, upon realizing that the being had fallen momentarily, resumed his escape attempt.

Nightmare took notice of Fredbear, and felt relief that he was actually trying to escape and not fight.

He had not witnessed the barrier event, nor did he have time to observe any further, as the assaults were not ending.

Bonnie was hit from behind, his legs being knocked out, causing the rabbit to fall on his back.

The canines wasted no time, leaping upon their fallen prey and shredding him relentlessly.

He screeched, attempting to block them with his guitar; it was promptly clamped down on.

Nightmare attempted to save his fallen comrade, slamming into the animals and trying to push them off.

However, something sharp and heavy clamped down onto the side of his head, dragging him away.

He felt himself scream, then proceeded to swing widly in an attempt to escape.

The jaws biting him locked down, not intending to let go.

They broke through his flesh,gnawing.

Electrical surges flowed through Nightmare's spine.

However, they seemed to be flowing...up?

It was as if they were surging out of him.

*...What...the...heck...?*

*Are those...from me?*

Nightmare, unsure of what else to do as his head was practically being ripped open, did his best to grab onto them mentally.

His focus was not 100%, as the aforementioned attack was in motion, but it was good enough.

He felt something warm and pulsing enter his head.

The pain, and the rest of the world, was momentarily numbed and blocked out, his vision blurring momentarily.


Nightmare felt as if he was floating along an endless sea of warm electricity.

The blurriness faded away, and Nightmare found himself in an endless void of red.

Not the crimson red of the forest and Old Man Consequences, but a darkened ruby red; comforting, in a way.

Electric pulses made themselves known at random, sometimes flashing close to Nightmare.

The bear was floating on his back, stuck with an odd view.

He sat up.

*...Where am I??*

Suddenly, another bear appeared.

It was an exact replica of Nightmare, only the same red as the void and with a black aura surrounding it.

This made Nightmare glance down at himself, to find that he was surrounded in a red glow.

The other bear approached, extending a hand.

Nightmare was pensive...

Until he saw the genuine smile that was on the bear's face.

It held excitement, hope, and kindness.

A moment passed...

Nightmare grabbed the bear's hand.

Smiling, it shut its eyes.

A glow spread from it to the original bear, consuming them both.

Nightmare's vision blurred again.


The blurriness cleared, and Nightmare was back in the fight.

The sensation in his head was stronger, ready to burst out.

Adrenaline coursed through the bear's veigns.

Unsure of what else to do, Nightmare tried to let the sensationout.

Red electricity exploded from the bear, blasting the animal away from him and into the nearby bushes.

The bear collapsed, hyperventilating.

Once he got his bearings, he found that it had struck the other canines as well, pushing them back.

An agonized Bonnie shakily sat up.

While their attackers were occupied, Nightmare rushed over and helped Bonnie up.

The bunny was a mess of his own blood, his already torn and wild fur shredded and ripped.

"Bonnie? Bonnie, can you hear me?" Nightmare nudged the rabbit, whose head rolled of its own accord.

"Mmm..." He moaned in reply.

Nightmare's ears lowered, and he attempted to breathe in and out smoothly.

And then it hit him.

*FREDBEAR!!*

His bleeding head snapped around, fear biting his body.

He saw a golden blur dissapear beyond the trees.

Nightmare felt relief wash over him.

*He escaped. Thank goodness.*

His gaze returned to the canines...

Who were up again, and not looking happy.

Nightmare clamped his eyes shut and inhaled.

*To whoever's up there...


Foxy dashed through the forest, leaping and diving when the need arose.

His hand clamped Nightmarionne's, the fox pulling the puppet along with him as they made their escape.

They came skidding to a halt, Nightmarionne crashing into Foxy.

The scarlet fox slid forward slightly, but didn't fall over.

He turned around, checking up on his friend.

"Ye alright, Marion?"

The ghastly puppet was shaking wildly, twitching.

"N-Not r-re--"

Howling sounded, promptly scaring the two out of their wits.

Nightmarionne screamed and jumped on Foxy, wrapping its arms around himtight;the fox let out a shriek as well and hugged Nightmarionne, diving into a nearby cluster of bushes.

Once shrouded in the darkness of the leaves, the shaking children became a mound of scarlet fur and black-and-white stripes.

Nightmarionne was...not taking it well.

"W-We're g-g-gonna d-die w-we're g-gonna d-die I don't-t wanna d-die I d-don't w-wanna d-die w-we're g-gonna die I d-d-don't want to--"

Foxy gripped the sides of the puppet's head; not forcefully, just enough to hold it in place.

"Marion, look in me eyes."

Two white prinpricks flicked around, before finally settling on golden and black orbs.

"Breathe, Ma'ey, jus' breathe. Don't look away from me eyes."

He lowered his left hand and grabbed Marion's.

The ghastly puppet's hyperventilating slowed.

"It's alright, Matey, breathe..."

His tongue darted out, licking the spot where Nightmarionne's nose would be. Y'know, if it had one.

"Jus' breathe..."

Finally, Nightmarionne had calmed down significantly.

Foxy, internally, was extremely relieved.

He pulled Nightmarionne into another hug.

"Bett'r?"

Nightmarionne gave a shaky nod.

"Th-Thank y-you..."

More howling cut through the air.

Closer to them.

The two broke apart when they jumped, sharing a look of fear.

Foxy carefully peeked out of the leaves, as quiet as possible.

No canines had found them...yet.

Foxy backed down and looked at the other.

"Ain't none of em found us yet...guess we 'av'ta try an' sneak outta 'ere..."

Nightmarionne bit its lower lip.

"Sh-Should w-we g-go out an-n-nother w-way...?"

Foxy bit his tongue and nodded.

"We ough'a crawl through the ot'er way o' these," Foxy said, pointing in the other direction within the shrubbery.

A nod came from the puppet, biting its lip once more.

The two got onto their bellies and prepared to crawl through the bushes.

Foxy glanced at his fearful companion.

He moved his hook and placed it atop its claw.

The ghastly puppet looked at him.

Foxy smiled reassuringly.

"It'll be alright, Matey."

As Nightmarionne looked into the fox's eyes, it felt the worry and fear fade for a split second.

It smiled. Small, but a smile nonetheless.

The two began their crawl.


There were...a lot more bushes, they found as they crawled through each one.

It seemed that their original cluster broke way into a maze of bushes; the two were shrouded in mostly darkness, light filtering in via the small breaks in the tops of the shrubbery.

Several, unfortunately, had thorns. This resulted in quite a few scratches for the two.

And what happens next.

Nightmarionne winced as it pushed the mound of branches from itself, thorns sticking it at every turn.

However, as it was moving them, one slipped away, whipping around and smacking the puppet's back, thorns driving deep into it's skin.

Nightmarionne slapped its claws over its mouth, attempting to muffle the scream.

Foxy stopped immediately and whipped his head around.

Upon seeing what was transpiring, he flipped himself around and dived forward, wrapping his arms around Nightmarionne.

"Hold still, Marion," He whispered, hugging his friend and placing his head on its shoulder.

Simultaneously providing comfort and searching for what had gotten his companion stuck in agony, Foxy carefully moved his hand down and across Nightmarionne's back.

His mettalic fingers brushed something long and flimsy.

The branch was stuck in its lower back.

"Okay, Mari, Oi'm sorry, but t'is may hurt a lot."

Nightmarionne grit its teeth in anticipation.

Foxy wrapped his hand around the branch as best he could.

He pulled gently but firm, ears bending back at Nightmarionne's muffled wails.

*Aye, 'e's sens'tive down thar. Drat.*

After a moment, the branch finally came loose, popping out of the poor kid's back.

Foxy kicked back with his feet pushing the two out of that bush and into the one after it.

They came to a stop, Foxy still holding the puppet.

Nightmarionne slid down, moaning in pain.

The fox carefully lay it on its back.

"Mari?"

He worriedly waved his clawed hand above the injured's face.

Said face had black tears running down the tear-stains that had been there since its birth.

Nightmarionne hyperventilated.

Foxy's ears folded down.

He reached out with his hook and carefully wiped away its tears as best he could.

"Marion, Oi know it hurts, jus' breathe, jus' breathe..."

A few minutes passed, Nightmarionne's breathing slowing to whimpers.

Foxy carefully lie down next to it.

He licked the side of its face.

"Ye wit' me, Marion?"

Nightmarionne carefully--and a tad painfully--adjusted to face Foxy.

"Mhm..."

Foxy's tail, unbeknownst to him, began to wag.

He smiled, hugging the ghastly puppet.

Nightmarionne jumped slightly, but relaxed, hugging him back.

They stayed like that for a moment, resting, as the events of the past few hours caught up to them.


Foxy's ears perked as the sound of howling erupted closer to them.

The two had resumed their crawl, at a slower pace, as Foxy was helping Nightmarionne along.

The fox's fur stood on end, him sending a worried glance at the ghastly puppet.

Nightmarionne's white pupils had dilated, it staring into the void.

It snapped out of it and looked at Foxy, biting its lower lip.

Foxy listened close, trying to hear where the predators were.

However, from their position in the brush, and how the canines howled in different directions, he was unable to make a specific pinpoint.

He growled slightly at himself.

He tried to find any possible escape route.

"I-I think w-we're tr-tr-trapped und-d-der here, F-Foxy," Nightmarionne spoke up. "It's-s a l-l-labyrinth-th..."

Foxy's ears lowered.

An idea spawned in his head.

He looked back at his partner.

"'Ang on tight, Marion."

The puppet complied, wrapping its arms around the fox tight, unsure of what he was about to do.

Foxy hunched his legs underneath himself, pointing his body upwards.

*'Ere goes nothin'.*

He launched himself, and Nightmarionne, upwards as hard as he could.

The world became a blur for a moment, a blur of red, black, and white soaring into the air.

Foxy had a split second to find anywhere to go.

He realized that there were still trees surrounding the maze of bushes, but they were too far away to reach them.

He and Nightmarionne fell back into the bushes, snapping through the branches of and hitting the ground hard.

Foxy gave a grunt and Nightmarionne moaned in pain, its earlier injuries feeling agitated at the branches that had scratched them.

The fox shakily sat up.

He inhaled through his nose, closing his eyes as he took in a deep whiff of their surroundings.

Trees, bushes, overlying sense of endless despair that is the point of no return, Nightmarionne, blood, himself...

No predators.

Not yet, anyways.

Crawling to Nightmarionne, he pulled it into his arms.

It seemed to be...less responsive, to say the least.

"Sorry, Matey."

He sniffed the air.

"We may 'avta do that 'gain."

It gave a distant "Mhm...", which worried the fox even more.

He realized that the puppet must have hit its head, as a bruise was forming on the side of its head.

He tentatively stood, pushing his head out of the bushes.

He inhaled, then sprinted for the trees.

Several thorned bushes scraped at his metal legs, but he paid it no mind, trying to focus.

He reached a few feet away from a tree when the scent reached his nose.

Foxy grit his teeth and growled.

He abruptedly bent his knees andleaped.

A semi-rotting tree branch stuck out in their direction, barely in the fox's reach.

Still clutching Nightmarionne, he thrust out his hand, gripping the tree branch at the end.

His body lurched down, and the branch groaned, threatening to snap off.

Panic gripped the canine's heart.

Howling.

He carefully swung his legs upwards, throwing them around the branch.

The branch made a cracking sound.

Howling.

The scent became stronger.

Nightmarionne was now positioned on Foxy's hanging torso, limbs limp and hanging over him.

*Gotta wake up Marion...*

In a quick decision, he began licking the puppet's head.

He didn't even have to lift his head. His tongue was just...long enough.

Howling.

*Workworkworkworkwork--*

Nightmarionne shifted.

Foxy's tongue lurched back into his mouth, his jaw snapping shut on impact.

Nightmarionne's eyes slowly blinked open.

"Mmm...w-wha--"

"Ye wit' me, Mari?"

After a moment, it nodded its head.

"Can ye grab tha branch? It moight break 'fore we get off.Jus' grab it an' try ta get on top o' it."

Carefully, the puppet did so, Foxy helping it along.

Once Nightmarionne was positioned, and took the cue to crawl as fast as it could, Foxy let his legs down and pulled himself up.

He followed Nightmarionne, the two managing to get to the treetop's center.

There was a hole in the trunk, large enough for the two to fit in and surrounded by red leaves.

Nightmarionne climbed in.

Just as Foxy reached it, the branch they were crawling across broke.

The red youngling jolted downwards suddenly, yelping in fear.

Hearing a shriek, he suddenly felt his right arm get clutched.

Nightmarionne had gripped his wrist, right below his hook, and was trying as hard as it could in its injured and weakened state to pull him up.

Snapping out of his fear state, Foxy scratched at the bark with his metal paws, trying to push himself up with his legs.

Howling.

Adrenaline rushed through the fox, and with a final push, he sailed into the hole.

He lay on his side, panting.

Nightmarionne hugged him tight.

The scent of the predators became stronger still, Foxy's fur rising up.

The two went completely silent, listening.

Sounds of something--nay,severalthings--scratching around the base of the tree reached their ears (or lack thereof).

Then, it went silent again.

The two felt relieved, hoping they were safe...

SLAM!

Something struck the tree, shaking it.

It happened again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Each struck from a different side.

The two kids realized:

They were trying to knock the tree down.

And they were trapped.


Balloon Boy felt himself falling.

Tumbling, rather.

He crashed headfirst into a tree, having taken a tumble down another unexpected hill.

He dizzily staggered to his feet, placing a massive paw to the side of his head.

Ooooooh yep, that's gonna bruise.

Blinking away the dizziness, he looked around, trying to see where he could go.

Howling reached his ears, and he shuddered.

"Okay, yeah, maybe they haven't caught my scent. Maybe I can go...uh...no, thaaaaaaat's a big rock, wow my head hurts, okay--"

"Perhaps we should go this way."

The wolf jumped in the air with a yelp, spinning around and landing on his butt.

Freddy slid down the hill on his feet, far more gracefully than BB had.

The wolf exhaled, relieved.

Then, confusion set in.

"Freddy?"

The grizzly walked to him once he reached the gound.

"I had been going in a similar direction, and I saw you fall. Are you alright?"

Shakily, BB nodded, rubbing the side of his head.

"I'll probably get a bruise or two, but nothin's broke, I don't think."

Freddy nodded.

He extended a hand, helping the other up.

BB staggered for a minute before regaining his balance.

"Are you sure you will be alright?"

"Just dizzy, gimme a sec," the wolf replied, shaking his head.

Once he was fine, he turned his attention back to the bear.

"Eh, which way were ya talkin' about?"

Freddy's ears perked up, and he turned around.

He pointed to a small opening by the hill they had both come down.

"That seems to be a nice escape route. The predators still have our scent, but we could still get ahead of them, and even give them a hassle trying to get through there. It is a rather small opening."

BB grinned.

"Sounds good for me!!"


The two had taken the dubbed escape route, and had eventually broken from the tunnel-like opening and back into the open.

They broke into a run, howling reaching their ears.

"You wouldn't happen to have another plan, wouldja?!" BB panicked. "I'd really like to not get eaten on my first day in the wilderness!!"

"I completely agree!!" Freddy responded. "Just give me a moment!!"

The wolf's eyes darted around.

A flash of whispy black within the trees caught his attention.

His eyes snapped open, and he rammed into Freddy, sending them both into the other side.

After they had rolled for a minute, Freddy jumped up.

"Balloon Boy--"

"I saw one," He replied, jumping up.

Freddy shut his mouth, ears folding down.

The wolf examined their new surroundings.

Several dead and broken trees were littered everywhere.

"Think we can make it through here, Brownie?"

"Probably," Freddy replied. He internally scowled at the nickname.

"We do not seem to have much of a choice, anyhow."

The bear was right; howls were getting closer.

They began their escape, sprinting into the deadwood.


The two eventually made it to an area with less deadwood, more 'healthy' trees appearing.

The two had to stop for a moment to catch a small breath before continuing.

"What now?" BB asked, looking around.

"We must continue on," Freddy replied. "Escape is the only way."

"But how? Do we just keep running?"

Freddy grit his teeth and looked around as well.

"Unless we find a place to hide, I fear that is all we can do."

He raised a brow.

"Unless you know how to use your powers?"

The wolf solemnly shook his head.

He sighed.

"Me neither."

Another howl cut through the air, prompting them to continue.


The two eventually came to a rather large tree in the middle of a small clearing.

BB glanced around, ears twitching.

"Eh, dude, I think they're comin' still...I can feel 'em..."

Freddy breathed in and out sharply.

"I know."

His eyes twitched upwards.

BB followed his gaze, looking the tree up and down.

They made eye contact.

Howling echoed closer still.

"Up?"

"Up."

The wolf's eyes darted around.

"You should probably go first," he began. "My paws are bigger than yours, and I don't really know how to climb all that well. Plus, don't bears have it in their blood?"

Freddy gazed up the tree.

"Only certain kinds. I am a grizzly, I believe."

He shook his head.

"Either way, I do not believe there is time to argue, so if that is what you think is best, we might as well try it."

BB nodded.

Freddy ran to the tree and jumped on it, his claws clambering for a hold.

The bark was rotting on the inside; the outside looked fine, but because of the inside, it split upon the impact, making it harder for the climbeé to get a good hold.

However, adrenaline clouded Freddy's mind, and he jaggedly and unorthodoxly forced himself up.

He slipped multiple times, BB helping push him back up while simultaneously trying to climb himself.

Freddy was almost halfway up when the growling reached their ears.

Both kid's heads whipped around to find eight shadow canines emerging, fangs bared and snapping at the air.

The one at the lead gave a twisted grin, licking its teeth at the sight of its prey.

Adrenaline came through again, BB slamming into Freddy and pushing him upwards.

"FREDDY GO GO GO GO!!"

The bear snapped out of it and pushed himself more, scratching at the rotting bark.

He scrambled as best as he could, the dying bark seemingly getting worse higher up.

He slid multiple times, but the hungered sounds of bloodthirsty canines urged him on.

This tree did not have random branches sticking out; all branches were at the top, splaying out into a brilliant cluster of leaves.

This was not good for the kids.

They were still a good ways down whenever Balloon Boy shrieked again.

"FREDDY THEY'RE TRYIN' TO CLIMB UP AFTER US!!!"

Freddy whipped his head around to see that that was exactly what was happening.

The supposed leader of the group bared its fangs in a mock grin, bloodlust in its eyes as it jumped repeatedly up the tree.

"We need to get up!! NOW!!" He yelled back to his panicking partner.

"HOW?! WE'RE STILL DOWN TOO FAR!!"

The bear's head snapped up.

His breathing intensified.

*Do not panic. Do not panic.*

"We must climb up at least a little bit higher before we are knocked down!! And then we will have to jump!!"

BB was shaken by the predators shaking the tree, and he slid down some.

He scrambled to get back to where he was.

"IF IT KEEPS US ALIVE THEN OKAY!!"

Freddy, adrenaline beginning to wane, slammed his claws into the rotting tree once more, dragging himself up.

He felt something push him up, the sound of scattering claws going downwards after ringing in his ears.

This process repeated multiple times before Freddy realized that it was Balloon Boy pushing him up, only to fall back more each time.

*What is he--*

"FREDDY YOU MIGHT WANNA JUMP NOW!!"

The bear's head gave a quick glance downwards, only to find that the canines were beginning to climb on top of each other in order to reach the kids.

He immediately snapped it back up and examined how far away the branches were.

"I do not know if we are high enough!!"

Panic was already surging through the wolf's veigns, and it was getting worse by the second.

The sweat forming on his paws was not helping his climbing, either.

"THEN I'LL PUSH YOU AGAIN AND THEN YOU JUMP!! YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH!!"

"But what if you fall?!"

"DOESN'T MATTER JUST JUMP!!!"

He wasn't given time to argue.

The bear grit his teeth as he felt BB slam into him again; harder this time.

He braced his claws, heaving himself up.

The brown bear felt himself sailing up; his eyes locked on the target branch.

He threw his claws out, slamming his eyes shut.

He felt bark fill his palms.

He gripped it, opening his eyes and pulling himself up.

Panting heavily, he managed to turn himself around, intending to pull BB up--

The wolf was sliding down.

He yelped, scrabbling to get a grip on the bark once more...

However, his back paw landed in a space he had already been in, and said spot caved in.

The world went into slow motion.

BB lost his grip on the tree because of it, and he fell backwards.

The last thing Freddy remembered throwing his hand out before his vision was stained with a foreign red.


A bunny and a chicken were huddled together under a tree, having gained acess to there via a hole in the wood.

Their bodies were pressed side by side, clasping one of each other's hands and using the other to hug each other.

"Aren't they gonna find us under here?? Freddy said they can smell us!!" Jack-o-Chica cried, starting to hyperventilate.

"Calm down, Cheeks!! We'll think'a somethin'!! Uh..."

Jack-o-Bonnie glanced around before her eyes settled on the Pumpkin in her sister's lap.

"Wanna throw that at 'em?"

That earned her a slap.

"No!!He's alive just like us!! That would be mean!! Right?"

She directed the question to said pumpkin, who blinked and snapped his jaws.

The bunny recoiled, as this was the most action she had seen from the gourd.

*Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthe--*

Howling cut through the air.

"Okay, uh, how 'bout we smash the back o' this open and run out the other side?"

The firey chicken frowned, but, seeing no other choice but the way they came, nodded her agreement.

Jack-o-Bonnie folded her claws into fists and slammed them into the rotting wood.

It cracked and splintered with every hit, but did not break.

"BonBon, hang on. Stop hitting it."

The bunny, suprised slightly, stopped.

Jack-o-Chica inhaled.

Something told the other female to scoot away.

The firey chicken let out a fireball, it smashing through the wood in seconds.

Flames began consuming the edges.

"Come on!!" She yelled, grabbing her sister's hand and sprinting out.

Blinking the excitement from her eyes, the grinning bunny matched her pace.

"Cheeks, that was awesome!!"

"Thanks...let's just hope the smoke doesn't attract them..."

As they faded into the other woods, they were unaware that the flames began to spread across the tree.


The twins cut around a corner, running fast into the trees.

J.Bonnie was faster and had more stamina than her sister, she found, as when they came to a stop the chicken practically collapsed into her arms, breathless.

"Woah!! Cheeks, you alright?!"

J.Chica coughed slightly, her body grasping for air a little too much.

After a moment, through pants, she was able to speak.

"Sorry...lungs...burning..."

"Hey, hey, don't apologize, I shoulda stopped sooner, I wasn't thinkin', we've been runnin' for a while--"

Howling.

The chicken's eye sockets expanded, and she wrapped her arms around her sister.

The Pumpkin growled in response to the predator's calls.

"I feel that." The bunny mused, hughing her sister.

"Okay, we better hide, or run, or somethin'. You gonna be good, Cheeks?"

Jack-o-Chica stepped out of the embrace, picking up her gourd.

"As good as I can get, I guess."

Her sister nodded solemnly, joining their hands and running on.


The forest got darker.

This proved a problem.

The sisters had to come to a stop again because of this.

"Should we turn around?" Chica whimpered, cradling her Pumpkin as she caught her breath.

"Don't think we can," Her sister replied worriedly. "They're onto us."

She looked around.

''This ain't good...wait, I got an idea!!"

The chicken watched as her sister held up a finger, clamped her eyes shut, and held her breath.

She was either trying to press out an ornery fart or light herself like a candle.

The claw at the end of her finger eventually lit up in a small orange flame.

Her eyes snapped open, and she gave a "Yes!!" in triumph.

Her sister's beak gained a grin.

"Wow..."

"Now we can see!!" Bonnie chirped happily.

An idea sprouted in her head.

"Maybe we can double back around where its brighter after a while and throw 'em off!!"


That plan worked, suprisingly.

Once the forest got to a point where the darkness was too dark for their little flame to keep up, they made a turn around and sprinted back the way they came in; only using a different path, as to not encounter the predators.

Once reaching the light, they began running once more.

What they didn't realize what that the ground had become weaker where they were...

Angered howls reached their ears.

"Think they figured us out, Cheeks?"

"Probably..."

The crunching of dead grass and leaves beneath their feet was joined by an almost unhearable cracking sound.

Suddenly, a canine burst from in front of them.

The two shrieked and skidded to a stop, loosing their footing.

More of the predators emerged, snarling and grinning.

"What the--"

"They all split up," J.Chica whispered, terrified. "Oh, I'll bet the others already got caught..."

"Cheeks--"

One lunged forward, pinning the chicken down.

She screamed as it started biting her, attempting to rip her into bloody peices.

Rage consumed Jack-o-Bonnie; her vision blurred.


Bonnie felt like she was floating on fire.

When the blurriness left, she was in a burning inferno.

The heat would have knocked out any other animal instantly; luckily for her, she barely felt it.

*What the f--*

A bunny, and exact replica of herself, appeared, staring at her.

It extended a hand, eyes glittering.

She looked at the hand, then the bunny...

Then an image of Jack-o-Chica flashed through her mind.

Her hand shot out, gripping the other's.

Her vision blurred again.


When it cleared this time, she was back in the forest, and a canine was mauling her sister.

The other canines were prepped to begin their assault.

The Pumpkin had chomped down on the attacking canine's leg; the attack was futile, but valiant nonetheless.

Rage consumed the bunny.

"Get..."

Her body heated up.

"Off..."

The heat began to distort the space around her.

"My..."

Her vision turned orange.

"SISTER!!!"

The area around her exploded in a firey inferno, a stream of flames flying at the mutt.

It was blasted away, fire catching everything in its path.

More fire struck the area around, scaring off--and hitting several of--the other predators.

The flames immediately caught the surrounding trees and other flammable objects, spreading like--well, itiswildfire, so...

When the flames surrounding Jack-o-Bonnie dispersed, she immediately ran to Chica.

"Cheeks?! Chica, you with me?!"

She moaned and stirred, eye sockets blinking open.

"Mmm..."

Her right shoulder was ripped open, blood coming out; several other marks littered her body, several scratched covered her face and chest.

"Hi BonBon..."

Her head rolled, and she saw the flames.

"Pretty..."

"Cheeks, I know it's pretty, I agree, but you gotta--"

Suddenly, a lurching and shifting sound occured...

From below them.

The ground shuddered, and before they could react, caved in, taking the bunny, the pumpkin, the chicken, and a chunk of the forest with it.

The flames, however?

They were spreading rapidly, already heading across the forest.

Hey guys, sorry this wasn't up yesterday, my sister actually got to have her graduation (with restrictions, of course; like number of people and stuff) so that took up most of my afternoon, not to mention I had stuff in the morning. So I was super tired and just didn't feel like doing all that copy-pasting and editing. But luckily I already had most of it done, so I didn't have to do too much today to finish it.

So!

Looks like some of our kiddins just got a little worse for wear...

So, what do you guys think happened to Fredbear?

Heck, what do you guys think happened to all of them?

And where are Mangle, Chica, and Plushtrap?

See y'all next chappie!