Hello everyone! Surprised that I posted so soon? So am I. The reason I posted the chapter this soon is because I couldn't stop thinking about it and had to write it down before the idea left me forever. ^.^ I hope you all enjoy reading it (: and there is a reference to a certain movie that I put in here for everyone to find. If you don't know the reference or can't find it I am disappointed in you owo

Guest: The purple figure in chapter 8 was actually Purple Guy ^.^ As for the animatronics from the second game being in here I wasn't sure whether or not to add them because when I started this FNAF 2 had come out already and I was actually planning on using just the animatronics from the first game. But then I put up a poll asking if everyone wanted the animatronics from the second game in the story and I got two votes for Yes so I added them...then I added Springtrap when the third game was released.

I do plan to have Amy run into or meet with almost all the villains in the game somehow along with having said villains possibly encounter or fight with an animatronic. With Joker I'm saving him for last. I will say this story will have a lot of twists and unexpected surprises that you guys probably won't expect because to be honest I've read a few stories where authors have their characters enter the game somehow and make it through almost unscathed or fine and they react scared and frightened to people being killed or stuff like that.

Let me tell you it gets boring and predictable. I want this to be exciting and unpredictable as much as possible. And I think this story is slowly achieving that or has already achieved that. Also, in chapter 4 Batman did go through Amy's phone when he implanted the tracker so he was bound to look through it and come across things that he doesn't know, but he wants Amy to explain it to him to help him confirm his theory/hypothesis/guess. I hope that explains it (: Enjoy the chapter everyone! It is a very bumpy ride...literally! XD

The suddenness of a bright intense light was the first thing that jolted Amy to wake up from her deep sleep. It felt as though she had been asleep for hours but she felt slightly better than before. It was difficult for her to fully open her eyes thanks to the annoying bright light pointed at her face. She attempted to shield her eyes from the light only to discover that she couldn't lift her arms. /What the fuck! Did that asshole paralyze me while I was sleeping!/ Her hands curled into fists as her body shifted, moving just a bit but unable to allow her to actually move around. /Okay, so I'm not paralyzed but I can't fucking move. Still uncomfortable with this./

She lifted her head which was thankfully not restrained and tried her best to look at where she was and find out why she couldn't move. It took a while for the colorful blob of light disappear thanks to the light that had been shining down at her face. /Stupid light. Where's a goddamn hammer at so I can fucking break the stupid bulb?/ So far she saw that she was on a metal table, strapped down by thick brown leather straps to keep her from moving. Along with that Amy could see that she was in some kind of medical room, almost like a hospital, but it didn't feel like a hospital.

Unfortunately that wasn't the worst part of it.

Embedded in her chest, just above her stomach wound was a large piece of shrapnel that looked like it was part of the helicopter she had been in. She could clearly make out the letter T on the ruined piece of metal, noting to herself that she had caught a glimpse of the letter when she had to climb up the ladder. What was worse is that the shrapnel had pierced through her breastbone as she could feel it inside her chest when she moved.

Moving was followed by large amounts of pain.

"AAAUUGGHHH! MOTHERFUCKER!" she yelled out, slamming her head back down as she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

"You should not move so much." spoke a male voice coming from behind her. "Your condition will only grow worse if you move."

She opened her eyes and tried to look behind her, which did not help at all. Amy couldn't really see the person but could feel their presence and glared. "Why the fuck do I have a piece of metal stuck in my goddamn chest!"

"Such language for a young girl such as yourself." replied the voice.

Amy was ready to say something but kept her mouth shut, feeling it would be unwise to blurt out information this person didn't need to know about her. /Shut up. Just shut the fuck up and don't be stupid./ Footsteps were suddenly heard, drawing closer and closer until the person stood right next to the table Amy was strapped down on.

"You are very lucky to have survived at all considering how damaged the helicopter was when it crashed." the man said, his face hidden thanks to the light shining in Amy's face. "The pilot and the TYGER guard did not survive but you somehow miraculously made it out alive without damage."

"Without damage?" Amy said in a frustrated tone. "You call this shit 'without damage'?! There's a fucking piece of metal stuck in my chest if you haven't already noticed!"

The man barely made a glance at the metal as he stared down at Amy. "I have noticed. And I am surprised it did not pierce through your heart." he replied, silencing Amy for the moment. "Had it gone any deeper you would be dead right now."

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, reflecting on what the man had said but just as quickly stopped caring that she almost died. "That's nice and all but are you going to take it out some time this year or are you going to keep fucking talking?"

Her rudeness made the man quiet as he shifted around before walking away, leaving Amy alone in silence. /Oh yeah...nice going Amy. Still haven't learned when to just shut the fuck up./ However the man came back, only this time he was not alone. There were three others behind him, she could hear multiple footsteps but could only guess there were three others. /Maybe there's just him and another person? Or maybe there's five of them. Wait why the fuck do I even care!/ She could've easily turned her head to find out but decided there was no reason to care.

"She has a few injuries that don't look like they were caused by the crash, but they look to have been treated. The wound on her stomach is in very serious condition but the sewing has held the wound together for as long as it could hold. Her left leg has been broken and needs to be reset with proper treatment." the man spoke, addressing whoever was with him. "Now as for the metal in her chest, it will need to be removed with extreme care if she is to survive. We will put her under anesthesia until the operation is complete."

"Wait, what? What was that about anesthesia?" Amy said, now alert and nervous.

"Do not worry child." the man said to her in a creepy reassuring tone. "I have the best doctors here that will remove the metal from your chest and fix your injuries. Everything will be fine."

Before Amy could protest any further the sting of a needle on her right arm made her cringe. One of the doctors already injecting the anesthesia while the others set up the equipment and tools needed for the operation. There was nothing Amy could do now but wait until the operation was over, at least now she could sleep without have to worry about dying; unless they screw up during the operation and kill her. But then again if she died during the operation she won't have to feel any pain. /Such a charming thought before having a goddamn operation being done on yourself./

The light was finally moved away from Amy's face, now shining on her stomach injury. /Thank fucking god./ Her eyes began to close as the anesthesia took affect. But before Amy went under she caught a glimpse of a man that she immediately recognized as Hugo Strange. /Why didn't I recognize his voice earlier? Maybe I was barely paying attention./ Then her eyes caught sight of another man standing behind Hugo Strange. The sight of him made her think that he was some kind of vampire before darkness engulfed her vision.

The loud sound of a helicopter and sudden jerk of the aircraft jolted Amy awake, almost causing her to fall from her seat. A TYGER guard sitting next to her was quick to catch her and pull her up. "Miss stay calm. You're safe now." he said in a calm voice.

She ignored the guard and checked her body, seeing no pieces of metal sticking out. Amy felt her stomach, her fingers brushing against the stitching that held the wound shut. The stitches were all in place and felt stronger than before. The cast was still on her left arm as well as the bandaging on her shoulder, although the bandages on her shoulder looked like they had been replaced with fresh bandaging. /How long was I asleep for?/ She scratched at her chest, noticing how it felt weirdly itchy all of a sudden.

"Miss are you okay?" the guard asked, showing concern.

"I'm fine but could you please stop fucking touching me!" she said, nearly shouting at the guard.

He quickly let go of her and went back to holding the shouldered gun he was carrying. "I'm sorry ma'am. I was just making sure you were okay."

"Whatever." she muttered, leaning back in her seat.

Everything seemed to being going smooth for the moment. Peaceful and calm for once.

3...

2...

1...

BOOOOM!

Alarms went off as red lights flashed inside the aircraft. The helicopter was falling sideways, black smoke pouring from the front before it crashed onto the roof of a fairly medium-sized building. Amy felt herself being jerked forward from the sudden landing and hit the seats across from her, along with being crushed from the TYGER guard who landed on top of her. /Can't I have just one goddamn moment of peace!/

"Please get the fuck off of me before I take my knife and stab you in the balls." she said with a hint of malice in her voice.

The guard quickly pulled himself up, moving away from Amy as he struggled to open the side door of the downed helicopter. Luckily it opened with not much trouble, revealing the buildings surrounding them as well as letting in the cold air. The guard searched the area, seeing nothing and no one so far, deeming it safe for them to leave.

He slowly moved out of the helicopter, holding his gun up in case someone were to attack. So far everything was quiet, the howl of the wind being the only thing he heard. He turned to face Amy, lowering his assault rifle. "Looks clear. We should be able to make it off of here without any trouble." he said, ready to help Amy out.

Amy rolled her eyes as she got up. /Looks clear? Where have I heard that before./ She quickly checked her phone to make sure it was still intact, seeing no cracks or scratches on it before putting it away. "The last person who said 'Looks clear' was damn near killed."

BANG!

The sound of the shot echoed all around. The splatter of blood nearly covered Amy's face as the guard fell to the ground dead with a thud, the bullet wound exiting through his skull still spurting out blood. Amy couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face followed by a chuckle. "Told you." she said, strangely finding the man's death to be funny rather than horrifying.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

/Oh goddamnit!/ Multiple shots rang out as a few bullets whizzed past Amy, a couple scraping against her cheek and arm. She quickly retreated back into the safety of the helicopter and struggled to close the side door, only managing to close it halfway. It would be enough to shield her but how long would it last? She didn't want to stick around to find out but she had no way of escaping without being shot at. /Stupid snippers and their stupid snipper rifles./ She scratched at her chest again, irritated by the itchiness that seemed to persist. /Now would be a very good time for Batman to show up and save my ass. I don't care if he fucking lectures me just let him save me!/

Suddenly her phone vibrated, making her jump from the vibration in her pocket until she realized it was her phone. She let out a sigh. "Goddamnit all." she muttered, pulling her phone out to see a text message had been sent to her phone.

Friend: Hello Amy! Did you like my surprise? Why don't you step out and say hello to the boys! They won't hurt you! :D

Amy glared at the text before typing in her own message, sending it to see if the person would respond. And sure enough he did.

Friend: Well that wasn't very nice of you to say that. You have a very feisty temper! I like that. ;)

She closed her eyes and shuddered, deciding to put her phone away. /No need to keep fueling the fire. Wish there was something I could do to keep myself entertained./ Amy searched the small space for something, anything that might help her situation but so far she couldn't find anything useful to help at the moment. Again Amy felt useless and defeated, unable to come up with a good idea to save her ass from death.

"Maybe the helicopter will blow up and end my suffering." she muttered, secretly hoping it would. "Can't even make a grab for Mr. Tyger's gun unless I want to have my head blown off."

THUMP!

The noise made Amy look up, becoming alert and tense. She remained quiet and still as she listened, hearing footsteps just outside near the helicopter. What made it worse was that the footsteps sounded like metal hitting concrete, coming closer and closer to the helicopter with each step. Then the footsteps stopped, making it eerily quiet.

SCCRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCHHHH!

The loud ear piercing sound of metal scraping against metal caused Amy to cover her ears, trying to block out the terrible sound. /Please don't let it be who I think it is!/ The sound finally ceased, allowing Amy to uncover her ears and let out a small sigh of relief. Unfortunately it was enough to give her position away to whatever was on the outside.

A sharp metal hook pierced through the metal door across from Amy, startling her to the point of scrambling out of the helicopter as the hook cut down through the metal door. A yellow eye peeked through the long cut, staring at Amy as she looked back in time to see the hook slide through the cut and turn sideways, pulling back on the door until it slowly began to bend and open.

With each pull it slowly revealed Withered Foxy as he stood on the other side, a deadly look could be seen in his bright yellow eyes. He had almost killed Amy earlier but was saved by Ivy when her plants had grabbed Amy and pulled her away from him while grabbing him in the process and throwing him into the side of a building a couple yards away.

Now he found her and was going to finish what he started.

Amy got to her feet as she backed away, watching Withered Foxy make his way through the helicopter towards her, his metal foot crushing the dead TYGER guard's skull with an audible crunch as if it were an egg. Amy continued to back up until she reached the edge of the roof, having nowhere to run. She was cornered with no way out and no way to defend herself. She could've grabbed the gun when she had the chance but highly doubted that a few bullets would stop this animatronic. /I still have my bowie knife, but does Foxy even have a weak spot? If he doesn't then I'm going to die looking like an idiot./

Withered Foxy readied himself to attack, raising his hook as he watched Amy unsheathe her bowie knife. Was she really going to risk her life fighting against the animatronic? Her chances of winning were nonexistent but yet she was ready to fight. Not that it mattered to Withered Foxy. He was stronger and faster than Amy and could easily defeat her, especially since she still had a few injuries that would hinder her in fighting.

Suddenly a dark figure knocked Withered Foxy to the ground before quickly moving away. Withered Foxy quickly got to his feet and swung his hook at the attacker, missing with each swing as the figure kept dodging each attack. Although one swing successfully landed on the figure, causing the person to cry out in pain as blood poured from the slash wound across the figure's chest. Blood dripped from Foxy's hook as he swung again and missed, only to be punched multiple times in the chest. A quick kick to the head knocked the animatronic back, making him stumble and fall.

With fast reflexes Withered Foxy got back to his feet and ran at his attacker, swinging his hook only to miss again when the figure dodged to the side and punched Foxy in the back, knocking him to the ground once more. This only angered the animatronic further as he got to his feet again, turning around to stare with a cold and deadly look at the mysterious dark figure.

Enough was enough.

SCREEEAAAAUGHUUUAGH!

Withered Foxy charged at the dark figure as fast as he could. Bloody hook raised and ready to end his attacker's life. The figure only stood in his spot, pulling out a small strange device. It never occurred to Foxy that there was some strange sticky foamy substance covering his back and chest, although he never really took notice during the fight against the dark figure to care.

Unfortunately that would be Withered Foxy's downfall.

CLICK.

BOOM!

Withered Foxy exploded in mid-run, his body shattering into a million pieces that fell to the ground. Nothing remained except for a single yellow eye, still brightly lit and glowing for a few seconds until the light faded away.

Batman turned to look at Amy, saying nothing as he stared at her. She looked to be okay. No serious injuries external or internal as far as he could tell. Her hair was somewhat of a mess and the blood covering her face made her look like she was a murdering psychopath. Inside he was glad that she was still alive and okay, but he had to get her somewhere safe. Freeze had been a little upset when he found out that Amy just up and left after he treated her injuries, thinking the girl was very foolish for putting herself in danger by leaving.

Amy couldn't hold back the nervous smile that forced its way on her face as she sheathed her knife. She didn't say anything when Batman picked her up, holding her tightly with his one arm as he aimed his grappling hook. She felt relieved when he showed up and couldn't help but wonder how this would play out when they returned to Freezes' hideout. He didn't look upset but looks could be deceiving. /Maybe he'll let me off on this one. I mean after what I've been through he should give me a break...even though it was my own stupidity that got me into trouble anyways./

"We're going to have a talk when we reach Mr. Freeze." Batman spoke in that same commanding tone as he had done before.

/Goddamnit! God fucking motherfucker!/ Amy forced herself to smile. "Sure. Whatever you say...dad." Not even that could give her enough satisfaction.

"Sure. Whatever you say...dad."

Hugo Strange stood while watching several monitors that were placed on the wall in silence, listening to speaker with a satisfied smile that was clearly seen on his face. "Is the implant working?" asked a voice from behind.

Hugo gave a nod. "It is working better than we expected it would. The camera is even able to show a clear picture with no problems." he spoke as he watched the screen that showed a clear image of Batman's face from an angle below him, right at his chest.

"That strange animatronic...my assassins have seen several more around Arkham City. Three of which are damaged in the courthouse." the man spoke.

Hugo looked back at the man with a questioning look on his face. "What are you suggesting?"

"Have your guards retrieve the damaged ones. They might be of some use later on." the man said, his bright green eyes watching the playback of Withered Foxy on one screen with interest.