*Thoughts*
"Speech"
".Plushtrap Speak."
Homely Shenanigans
Nightmarionne moaned, blinking its eyes open.
Its vision was currently blurred, and its senses were still coming together.
*Where am I...?*
Its vision eventually cleared, revealing the puppet to be in some sort of...room?
On something soft?
Confusion overtook the ghastly puppet, prompting it to try and sit up.
Bad move.
Pain flooded its body, the throbbing sensation the worst in its head.
It whimpered, lying back down.
"O-Ow..."
It shuddered, which then made the pain worse, prompting it to whimper more.
It carefully reached its aching arm up, rubbing its forehead in an attempt to ease the pain.
Suddenly, the door to the room flung open, a certain scarlet fox padding in.
His face brightened and his ears perked up at the sight of Nightmarionne.
"Marion!! Yer 'wake!!"
He then proceeded to bound over, hopping onto the bed.
He threw his arms around it, crushing his friend in a hug.
Nightmarionne gave a "HURK" noise at its windpipe being cut off, breathing heavily once Foxy released it.
"Oi was gettin' real worried 'bout ya!" He quipped, tail beginning to wag.
Nightmarionne, having slid back down into a lying position, stared up at the fox sitting over it.
"U-Uh...F-Fox-x-xy?"
"Aye?"
"Wh-Where...wh-where a-are w-we...?"
Something seemed to click in his brain.
"Oh, ye weren' told yet."
"T-Told what?"
Foxy then recounted all that had happened from the point of them being attacked in the forest, up until now.
"...An' t'en we deci'ed ta stay 'ere!!" He finished, his tail wagging in excitement.
Nightmarionne took in all this information.
"O-Oh m-my..."
"Aye."
It tried to sit up again, prompting Foxy to help.
"Ye feelin' ai'ght?"
Nightmarionne winced, carefully rubbing at its arm, which then caused pain in its other arm.
"P-Pain..."
Concern flooded Foxy's features, before a light bulb went off in his head.
He left the room, and after several crashing sounds and noises of what sounded like marbles scattering everywhere, he returned, holding a small bottle.
"Chica gave me t'ese painkillers!!" He exclaimed happily. "It'll...er...ease yer pain!!"
Nightmarionne gave a slow nod, the bruise on its head protesting.
He set them down, then trotted out, returning with a glass of water.
Unfortunately, he tripped, the glass disappearing under the bed with a cracking sound.
As he stood, his face took on a bluish hue, and he looked away with a shuffling of his feet.
"Ehehehe...oops."
He sprinted out, returning with another.
However, he was going too fast, and accidently ran into the doorframe, dropping it and colliding with said frame cartoon-style.
Staggering back, the fox waddled around a bit, seeing stars.
He disappeared from Nightmarionne's line of sight...
Then, sound of him falling down a set of stairs accompanied by him yelping was heard.
"OI'M--OW--OKAY!!"
Nightmarionne rubbed the side of its head, staring out of its doorway.
This was shaping up to be an interesting day.
THUMP
Seventeen.
Freddy had walked into seventeed walls total.
Yes, he was counting.
Groaning, he removed himself from the corner wall he had walked into.
Of course, the fact that BB was laughing his ass off wasn't helping matters either.
Said wolf was sprawled out on the floor, bandaged up, slamming his fist on the floor as he guffawed.
"MUST YOU?" Freddy snapped, more embarrassed than anything else.
BB gave no reply, still laughing like an idiot.
The bear let out a grumble.
"It was not like this yesterday," He shot back, defensive. "It changed."
The wolf's laughter died down to snorts and giggles.
"Dude, you still walked into eighteen walls." He snorted.
"Seventeen." Freddy growled.
"Either way," He replied, clasping his paws together. "I'm entertained. Continue."
"You cannot even walk." The bear pointed out, both figuratively and literally.
"Yeah, but I can crawl and follow you around. You did make yourself my caretaker dude person."
The bear rolled his eyes, beginning to regret that descision.
He turned to go down the hallway...
And walking right into another wall.
BB's howls of laughter rang throughout the entire house.
Bonnie's ears twitched at the noise, prompting him to look around.
"What the heck is that?"
Chica, who was holding his foot in the air as she wrapped bandages around it, gave a half-snort-half-grumble.
"Freddy's been running into walls all day. Remember what I told you about the house?"
"Oh, yeah."
He laid his head back down, staring up at the ceiling.
After a few minutes, he looked at Chica, who was almost finished with his foot.
"I'll bet my feet are bigger than yours."
She glanced up, a smirk plastering onto her beak.
"Oh really?"
She leaned back, placing her foot by his.
Her smirk immediately vanished.
"...Holy crap, your feet are huge."
"They're not that huge!! Just bigger than those chicken claws you got!!"
"Well my 'chicken claws' are sharper than yours!!"
"No way, dude!! I'm a rabbit!! Mine gotta be sharper!!"
"Chickens have claws too, dummy!!"
The two bickered for several minutes before Chica realized she'd never finished with his bandage; as she sat back up and continued the task, Bonnie had a chance to look back up at the ceiling and think.
He glanced back at her a few times, but continued to return his gaze upwards.
However, she happened to catch him at one point.
"What?"
He snapped his gaze away.
"Nothin'."
His hurried response made her smirk, an evil grin appearing on her face.
Luckily, his fur was already blue, so the faint blush on his cheeks went unnoticed.
"Taking in my overall betterness, Rabbit?"
He looked at her, confused.
"...Your what?"
"Overall betterness."
"...Your overall betterness."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm better than you."
He snorted.
"Suuuuuure."
"You wanna bet?!"
And so, they continued to argue.
Plushtrap grunted in annoyance as Mangle dragged her--by the ankle, mind you--through the hallway.
The green bunny jammed her claws into the ground in an attempt to ground herself, but it only served to make a very loud,very annoyingscratching sound.
Mangle paused her walking with a sigh.
"Plushtrap, I know you don't like the needles, but if you leave your skin like that the bandages might infect it!!"
The green bunny replied with a low hiss.
Aside from the normal tears in her fur, several areas were torn open and split from the forest, especially on her left elbow.
(Most of it had been caused by their various falls in the forest.)
While it did sting and cause her pain, she had been fine with simply putting bandages on it, but Mangle was having none of it.
Thus, she had decided to sew Plushtrap's skin together herself.
...Which was exactly how they both discovered that the bunny had a fear of needles.
Huh. Who knew?
Anyhow, a Scooby-Doo chase scene had followed, eventually leading to where we are now.
"Plushtrap, your skin is like a stuffed animal's. Heck, I'm pretty sure you are a stuffed animal, so it honestly shouldn't hurt that much--"
Another low, but louder hiss.
"Plushtrap, this is for your own good--"
".HIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSS."
The vixen sighed.
"I'll give you a back massage or something."
"...Hiiiiiiiissssss..."
"Back and foot massage."
"...Hiiiiiiiiiisssss..."
"Good enough!!" The vixen cried triumphantly, continuing to drag the bunny once more.
"Besides, I'm preeeeeeeeeetty sure I can sew."
Plushtrap's eyes widened as a glass shattering sound echoed from...somewhere.
*...Plushbunny is going to die today. By needlemouth.*
Her terrified ".SQUREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!." echoed throughout the house.
Jack-o-Chica blinked awake.
...Again.
She felt an immense weight crushing her abdomen.
...Again.
And a weight on top of her head.
...Again.
And said weight puffing smoke into her face.
...Again.
And somebody snoring very loud right next to said head.
...Again.
And her legs being pushed up at an odd angle by a pair of knees.
...Again.
The chicken sighed, shifting slightly; this provoked pain in several areas of her body (especially in her bandaged shoulder), still not giving her sweet relief.
Rather, it tightened the grip on her abdomen.
She sighed again, trying to adjust her knees.
When that failed, she tried pushing her legs back, rubbing them against the others.
"BonBon..." She cooed, trying to wake her sister.
This did not work.
She sighed, trying again.
"Bonbon..."
The hold tightened.
The chicken, her airway being cut off, growled slightly.
She jabbed her elbow backwards.
"BONNIE!"
A squeal came from behind her, followed by sounds of Jack-o-Bonnie tumbling from the bed, taking their blanket with her.
The weight on Chica's head and the smoke caused by it did not move, however, so the chicken had no choice but to move it herself.
Setting the Pumpkin on the pillow next to her, she rolled over, looking over the edge of the mattress.
Her sister's legs stuck in the air, partially obscured by the tangled mess that was their blanket.
A groan erupted from the mess, the legs dissapearing and being replaced by the bunny's head, her rubbing her eyes.
"Agh...Cheeks..."
"Sorry, BonBon. You were crushing me again."
Said bunny climbed back onto the bed, grumbling.
The bandages around her head scratched at the firey chicken as Bonnie rubbed her head against her sleepily.
"Whatever, Chica..."
The younger gave what could have been considered an eye roll with her empty eye sockets and lay on her side again with a yawn.
"Seventh time's a charm, right?"
O/O/O/O
Jack-o-Chica blinked awake.
Upon finding herself being crushed again, she gave a sigh, preparing her elbow.
Nightmare carefully opened a door, trying to be as quiet as possible.
The bed's sole inhabitant gave off small, almost unhearable snores as he slept, completely at peace.
Nightmare smiled, a bit sadly, closing the door and walking over.
He sat on the bed by his brother, gently reaching out and using the back of his hand to caress the youngers face.
As he pulled his hand away, Fredbear's red and black speckled eyes opened to small slits.
"Hrnm..."
Nightmare gently rubbed his ears.
"It's okay, Fredbear. You can rest now...you're safe."
He took the extra blanket he'd brought in, gently tucking it over Fredbear.
The smaller bear gave a small moan, cuddling into his pillows and drifting off again.
Nightmare smiled, lying beside him.
He nuzzled the smaller bear's head, giving him a kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes himself.
However, as he drifted off, he didn't notice the pair of pure white eyes in the shadows.
Alrighty!! Now we can get our plot arcs and seemingly one-shot chappies in!! Whoohoo!!
Also: A new antagonist approaches!!(Or should I say Antagonists... ;) )
Before you ask, no, they didn't break into somebody's house and now they want revenge. Nor does something else already live there and they can't escape from it.
(Just thought I'd put that out there.)
More will be explained next chappie.
Anyhow, hope y'all enjoyed!!
See ya next chappie!!!
