*Thoughts*

"Speech"

".Plushtrap Speak."


Looking for Home, Part 1


After digging out Jack-o-Chica and getting both twins out of the sinkhole, the group of eleven were finally able to rest for a moment without fear of certain death.

Nightmare's brain, however, kept giving him images of Fredbear, terrified in the middle of nowhere; curled up in a ball terrified somewhere, surrounded by predators; and, worst of all, lying somewhere in a pool of his own blood, ripped to shreds.

So, while he sat to rest, he was hugging his knees and shaking like a madman.

He felt a cold, mettalic nudge on his arm.

"Nigh'mare?"

Mind snapping from the images, his wide eyes snapped around to find that Foxy, cradling Nightmarionne, had sat next to him, watching him with concern.

"Are ye...er...a'ight??"

he asked, the bear seemed to come to his senses, and slumped down a bit, panting and releasing his knees.

"I...I'm so worried about him, Foxy..." He began, covering his face with his hands.

"I mean, do you realize how big this forest is?? And...how...how dead it is? Those couldn't have been the only things out there, Foxy. And...and there's the sinkhole, and he's sosmall,and...and..."

He started to shake again.

"If...ifwealmost didn't make it, how...how could...!!"

Foxy gently placed his hook on Nightmare's shoulder.

"Lad, look a' me."

Like all children do at some point, Nightmare spread his claws apart, still leaving them on his face yet making his eyes visible.

Foxy twitched his hook back and forth on the bear's shoulder in a sort of massage.

"We be tage'er again, right?"

A nod.

"An' even t'ough we almos' di'n't make it, we still did, roight?"

Another nod.

"An' ye helped out wit' t'at plenty, lad."

He gestured to a delirious Jack-o-Bonnie, who was rubbing an unconscious Jack-o-Chica and sitting on top of Plushtrap (who was seemingly trying to tap out).

The firey bunny seemed to be talking in not-at-all coherent sentences.

Foxy snapped his jaws at the air for seemingly no reason.

"Af'er all, ye calmed tha, how ye pu' it, "ragin' beast"."

Nightmare chuckled, moving his hands down and placing them in his lap, looking down.

"It was nothing, really...I mean, I just wanted to help..."

Foxy's tail began to wag.

"But ye did!! See, we all be, in a way, stuck tagether."

He tapped the side of his head with his hook, thinking.

"An' ye see, all we got is each o'er. So if we know we can calm each o'er down, that mus' mean we trust each o'er, right?"

Nightmare blinked.

He turned his gaze away, pondering that thought.

"...You know something, Foxy?"

"Eh?"

"You're pretty smart."

The fox felt his cheeks heat up, and he looked away, rubbing the back of his head.

"Er...thanks, lad."

Blue dispersing from the red of his fur, he patted Nightmare on the shoulder again.

"What Oi mean is, if we trust each o'er, then ye can trust us t' help ya find Fre'bear."

Nightmare blinked again.

That sentence repeated itself in his head a few times.

Suddenly, the bear began to tremble, hugging his knees again.

Foxy recoiled slighty, worried that he had upset the bear somehow.

"Nigh'mare--"

"I'm so exhausted, Foxy."

Said fox paused, confused.

"We got sent away from our 'home'," Nightmare continued, sniffling. "And we almost died. DIED. We have no clue what we're doing and all we have is each other but let's face it we barely know each other and we have to stay together because we're all each other's got but I already lost Fredbear I'm a horrible brother I could be dead already and hallucinating all of this--"

An embrace cut off his ramblings.

The child, who, unbeknowest to himself, had started to cry, had been hugged by his friend.

Foxy had gently laid Nightmarionne on the ground in order to do so.

The furry yet mettalic fox nuzzled the bear.

"Aye," he started, "Oi understand. Yer scared, Oi'm scared, we all be scared, an' that's okay, roight? Ye said it yerself: We dunno what we're doin'. An' we alrea'y been through lots taday; ain't ye got a right t' be tired?"

Nightmare didn't respond.

Foxy nuzzled him some more.

"We'll be a'ight...we got ye leadin' us, roight?"

The bear went stiff.

*...Did...did Foxy just...*

His mind flashed back to the last time he saw Old Man Consequences.

"Nightmare, you were the first, and I can't have seen it any other way. Ya got a heart o' gold, always waitin' fer the new one's comin' up and always watchin' out for 'em when they came. Ya got a leader's heart, always wantin' ta love and make sure o' everyone else. Never lose that."

He felt tears start to burn his eyes again.

He hugged Foxy back, tight.

"...Of course, Foxy..." He choked out.

Somebody believes in me.*

His eyes flicked over to the other kids, who were checking each other over.

*...My friends believe in me.*

He nuzzled the red fox, the other's tail wagging.

A little ways away, Mangle watched the scene, a small smile forming on her muzzle.

*We're on our way, aren't we?*


The brigade made their way through the forest once more, having found another path to follow.

Nightmare limped along at the front, calling out for his brother into the dying forest.

The children, while still making their way along, were growing weaker.

Chica had begrudgingly turned to dragging Bonnie rather than carrying him, much to her dismay; Foxy had been carrying Nightmarionne bridal style, but had switched to keeping the puppet draped over his back and holding its arms to keep it in place; Plushtrap watched the Twins--Jack-o-Bonnie staggering all over the place deliriously as she pulled her unconscious sister along via a vine--and constantly having to pull the firey bunny back with the group; Mangle helped Freddy walk, the temporarily mute bear and the scratched-up vixen also trying to manage getting the half-dead BB along as well.

Nightmare's muscles ached with every step he took, the wounds from before wanting themselves to be known.

However, he did his best to push the pain from his mind; he had a goal, and until it was fulfilled, he wasn't quitting.

Thus, he continued to call out his brother's name, praying in his head that the owner would hear it and not something else.

And, of course, praying that he would hear it at all.


Nightmare was near collapsing.

Hours had dragged by, him stopping to give his companions time to rest every now and again before continuing.

His adrenaline was waning, and it seemed that every time he blinked, it was harder to open his eyes again.

But, nonetheless, he forced himself to continue.

*To whoever's up there...please, please...please, just let me find him...*

*Please...*


Nightmare fell to his knees.

He began coughing, hard; little droplets of blood came out in his spit.

The others came to a stop immediately, Foxy carefully letting Nightmarionne drop to the ground and Mangle breaking from Freddy and BB, the two foxes rushing to their fallen leader.

Each ran to either side of him, crouching to their knees and (Foxy carefully, Mangle panickingly) grabbing his sides.

"Nigh'mare?!"

"Nightmare, what's--uh oh--"

However, he heard neither of them, as darkness clouded his vision, and he blacked out entirely.

Y'all thought I was gonna give the babies happiness right off?

Lol nope XD

See ya next chappie!