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Dream World (Night)
"RUBY!" Gregory yelled as he woke up. Looking around, he found himself in a dark hallway that looked like it was part of a family's home. He walked over to a nearby photo on the wall, taking it down and holding it in his hands. He let out an emotionless chuckle at his current situation.
The photo was of a group of people. A man in a purple suit, a woman in a blue dress, a teenage boy with a red fox mask in his arms, a young girl with orange hair and green eyes, and a young boy holding a yellow bear plushie close to his chest. Gregory's eyes glowed a faint blue as he scratched out the man's face with a shard of ice. Afterward, he put the picture back on the wall. 'Let's get this over with.' he said to himself as he ran to his bedroom.
There weren't that many decorations on the wall, just a drawn picture of a pink flower. It served as a reminder for what happened to Ellie, and how he was powerless to stop it.
Shaking off thoughts of the past, he got a flashlight from his dresser and sat down at the foot of his bed. He needed to get this done fast, or Ruby might suffer the consequences of him being knocked out with that THING in front of her. 'Why did her flames seem so familiar?' he wondered as he listened for footsteps outside his room. He also made sure to look behind himself and at his bed, checking for Freddles. 'Maybe she can also use Elemental Magic. No, that makes no sense. Dominic would've sensed her as soon as she walked onto the premises.'
His brother may be, in Gregory's opinion, terrible at being a Leader, but he was the single most powerful Fire Element-user on Remnant. If another person of that Element entered Beacon, he'd know. Every living creature gives off a unique heat signature, and those who also use the Fire Element emit an even greater signature. As someone who has practiced with the Element since he was a toddler, Dominic is able to see a person's heat signature. That is, unless someone stronger than him did something to corrupt said person's Soul with Dark magic.
Thank goodness that couldn't possibly happen. It's not like there's a omnicidal maniac out there hellbent on Remnant's complete and utter annihilation.
To your left.
Rolling his eyes at that annoyance, the boy turned to the door to his left and slightly opened it while turning on his flashlight. Through the crack, he saw a large animatronic bunny with sharp teeth. Grimacing, he closed the door and kept it shut by pulling back the doorknob. Hearing something above him, he looked up to find a long black tentacle that seemed to be made of melted metal. 'What in the-' he thought as something sharp tore through his heel. Eyes glowing blue, he looked down to see an animatronic fox that had stabbed him with it's hook-hand. With a pained grunt, Gregory blasted the fox with a torrent of water, sending it flying into the closet.
The hydromancer crouched down, freezing the wound in his foot. He glanced at the closet, now broken beyond repair, to see Nightmare Foxy vanishing into thin air. This happened whenever he directly confronted them. However, that black tentacle thing was new. Normally, he'd be defending himself against the usual quartet and Nightmare Fredbear. But he'd never encountered that before.
'If it came from the ceiling, it might be able to appear from the doors as well.' he deduced, unsure if it was correct. Hearing a hissing noise coming from his bed, he quickly turned to it with his eyes glowing bright blue. From under his bed, a clawed hand appeared. After a few moments, a large animatronic brown bear stood over him. The Blue Rose tried blasting it with frost, but was swiftly gutted by the Nightmare's claws. His eye-lights flickered before going out, his vision fading to black as the voice spoke to him.
You can't die yet. You are still needed. This is just another chapter in your story.
Dream World (Night)
Gregory woke up after hitting his head on something metal. Rubbing his injured skull, he looked around. There wasn't a lot of light, so he was forced to light up his eyes to get any sense of where he was. He was currently in a hallway with worn down brick walls that accumulated mold and dirt. Cardboard boxes were littered across the floor, and there was a Fazbear Entertainment logo on one of the walls. Angered by the sight of the bear's face, Gregory blasted it with a torrent of water, breaking the wall down.
'Where the hell am I?' he wondered as he walked through the hallway, trying to escape. After a few minutes of searching, he found a metal staircase that ascended a couple floors. Once he reached the top, it became yet another winding path. Over the edge of the walkway were several plastic pipes in a variety of colors. As he progressed, the floor beneath him started to be covered in trash, like someone left it here a long time ago and didn't bother cleaning. What unnerved him about this was that this place would need to be abandoned for years for something like this to occur.
Eventually, Gregory reached a room entirely covered in Post-It Notes. Each one had a different message on it, but they were too abundant to decipher. However, those weren't the only things that caught his attention. Scattered around the room were broken white masks with glowing white eyes and sharp teeth. They didn't seem to be hostile, though. The back of the room had another staircase, which Gregory took without hesitation. The masks creeped him out.
After getting to a high enough point, he noticed something. A crudely made table, with five mechanical figures sitting down at it. The first had a baseball cap, the second one had red hair in pigtails, the third had a top hat, the fourth one had short blue hair in curls, and the fifth one was headless. And in the center of the table was a music box. "Why are you showing me this?" he asked, grabbing his own head. "What could you possibly have to gain from making me suffer?!"
After that outburst, the environment around him twisted around itself, breaking the rules of physics as bright lights flooded Gregory's vision.
Dream World (Night)
When his sight returned, he was outside. It was raining, and he was in the alleyway right next to the Fazbear Pizza Place. His eyes widened in horror as he ran further into the alley, only for his body to remain stationary. "LET ME MOVE, YOU SATANIC DOLL!" he screamed, struggling to reach what he needed to. Unfortunately, he was too late. The man in purple grabbed the child and killed her before leaving her alone in the alley.
Just like what happened so many years ago, she died. And he was powerless. His body's movement was given back to him, but he just fell to his knees, crying uncontrollably. In his anguish, he failed to notice the lissome, black figure floating toward him.
It's not your fault.
Gregory's eyes opened, and instantly saw something most would consider horrifying. A vaguely humanoid figure appeared before him. It bore two arms with three fingers each, and two legs that ended in sharp points. The wrists had white stripes on them, contrasting the black theme. On it's face was a white mask with glowing white eyes, a wide smile, and tears streaking down it's cheeks. "Charlie?" he asked, eyes reddened from crying. The figure nodded. Unable to leash his emotions any longer, Gregory embraced his friend.
You can't stay here.
"No, I'm not leaving you alone again."
If you stay here, you'll be leaving Ruby behind. You can't abandon her.
Gregory halted for a few seconds, pondering what to do. "I can't do this without you." he said, tears falling from his eyes.
"Yeah, you can." a new voice said.
Turning around, Gregory saw the same girl that he saw just before passing out in the CCT. "Ellie."
"Our time has come and gone. You can't change that, no matter how hard you try." the ginger-haired girl said, saddening her former brother. "But your new family's fate hasn't been decided yet. If you care about them, you'll let us go."
"Why do I always have to lose you?" Gregory asked, holding the girl's hand in his own. "Why can't we ever be happy together?"
We know it's not fair that you have to be the one who has to do this, but that's just the way things are.
"But don't cry." Ellie said, wiping away the cryomancer's tears. "We'll meet again eventually. But right now, you need to protect the people who are still alive."
Now, wake up.
CCT (Night)
"Y'know, it's not a masquerade party. So why don't you take off that-" Ruby was cut off when the mystery woman unloaded a canister of Dust into the air. It solidified into crystals that shot at the huntress-in-training.
"RUBY!" Gregory shouted as he pushed his sister out of the way, taking the attack. Electricity surged through his body, making him convulse rapidly. Before passing out, however, he steeled himself and brought out his weapon as his eyes glowed bright blue. Ice shards appeared in front of him before launching themselves at the woman, who melted them with pyromancy. Using that tainted skill, she made two cutlasses spawn in her hands.
Ruby slashed at the woman with Crescent Rose, only for her to jump back and morph her swords into a bow with three arrows ready. She let them loose, causing an explosion when they impacted the floor.
Remembering what Ellie told him, Gregory blasted the woman with freezing energy, causing the Dust she was holding to turn into ice and shatter. Knowing her primary form of attack was destroyed, even if the method was new to her, the woman and Gregory locked eyes. That focus was broken when the elevator behind him and Ruby opened, revealing General Ironwood. Realizing his folly, the boy turned back to his opponent only to find that she had run away. "DAMMIT!" he yelled, cold air surrounding him as he walked past the Atlesian General and into the elevator, going back to the ground floor.
The next time he saw that woman, he wouldn't let her get away.
Charlotte "Charlie" Emily
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Species: Ghost
Semblance: N/A
Element: Undead
Battle Class: N/A
Elizabeth "Ellie" Afton
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Species: Ghost
Semblance: N/A
Element: Tech
Battle Class: N/A
General James Ironwood
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Semblance: Mettle
Element: Tech
Battle Class: Quickshot
He remembered that night like it was yesterday. It was a Thursday, and it was the worst hailstorm that ever hit their town. Even if he was comatose, he somehow knew that this was true. He remembered his body's death, the flatline still ringing loudly in his head. He remembered his corpse being taken by his father. He remembered the experiments. The syringes. The remnant.
He remembered the moisture in his dead body freezing, turning him into a sort of ice sculpture before it was destroyed.
And most importantly, he remembered those bright silver eyes that welcomed him back into the world.