How long has it been Amy?

Amy: *holds up the pirate calendar, searching for today's date* I don't fucking know. September I think? *shrugs and tosses the calendar behind her*

Damnit Amy! I told you to keep track of the days! *throws an extra calendar at Amy* Useless!

Amy: Hey, don't take this shit out on me! It's your fault this time!

*glares at Amy before turning her attention to the readers* Hey everyone! Glad to be posting another chapter for this awesome story!

Amy: Awesome my ass! This story is a piece of shit!

Amy! *grabs and throws a lamp at her only to miss* As I was saying, it feels like it's been forever since I last posted. This chapter...this fucking chapter has had me stumped for a while, mainly because of how Amy is going to get from point A, where she is currently at, to point B (point B of course being Wonder City) I have tried looking at countless gameplays on how to get there, but none have been very helpful. So I have decided to buy the game and play it myself to help move along this particular point. It will probably take me a while just to reach Wonder City in the game but in the end it will help me move the story along. Playing the game will definitely allow me to see what Amy can and can't do, where she can hide and where the animatronics can appear at next.

Now onto the reviews! I love reading your reviews because they give me hope and make me want to finish this story (: Thank you all so much for your reviews and support for this story! Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome.

As you can see, Amy is going to somehow make her way to Wonder City. If it is impossible for her I will have an assassin kidnap her and bring her there to save time and trouble.

Golden Freddy 1 and 2 will make an appearance in the subway, but I'm not going to reveal when or what part of the subway they will appear in.

I'm not sure which chapter this will be in, but there will be a special announcement made over the intercom speakers. What kind of announcement? You will find out. I will say this was a request from one of the reviewers and I couldn't find the right moment to put this in. But now I think it will be coming up very soon and hopefully everyone else will find it enjoyable as well ^.^

Yes, Amy is losing her mind, slowly but surely. Her time spent in there is taking its toll on her, mentally and physically, which is not a good thing. Although I'm sure it would happen to anyone if they were to be stuck in that hell pit unless you are comfortable in that kind of environment. (If so I urge you to seek medical attention!) XD lolz That's me right there. Amy, fetch my straight-jacket!

It is funny on how dumb Amy is acting in this situation because she doesn't take things seriously, even if her life was on the line because she would probably start laughing. The only exception to this is if she is threatened with things she is very afraid of. And yes, she is very annoying and obnoxious to everyone and does not give a shit, but thankfully she does not exist.

Right?

Wrong!

Amy is based on the dark side of me that I keep locked away from the world. Everyone has their demons, Amy is only one of my demons, and as you can see she is a total bitch and is very dangerous when she chooses to be. I'm sure if she attended any of your schools or work place you would see her handcuffed in less than ten minutes and carted away. But I'm not going to make her that crazy in this story...yet.

Any comments for this chapter? It might be short because I had very little to work with. Hopefully that will soon change once I start playing the actual game.

(On a side note, if I become trapped in the game while I'm playing it and anyone of you who play it happen to see me, trust me it won't be difficult to spot me, GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THERE!)

Enjoy the chapter!

"Why did I even think that for one second the subway was a good place to hide at?" Amy whined in a miserable tone.

Ever since she made the choice of hiding in the subway terminal she began to quickly regret her decision as she wandered through the large and open area. Having to climb over a large chain-link fence was a challenge almost too difficult for her to win at, especially with her injuries causing her pain if she did anything that involved physical work, but in the end she managed to successfully land on the other side.

Of course, successfully land meant Amy fell to the ground right after reaching the top of the fence, landing face first on the cold and hard concrete ground. The cold air and light snow did not help but make the pain worse as her body shivered from the freezing temperature. Salvation and warmth, however, were only steps away from Amy when she happened to spot a section of stairs that had been closed off, the neon word 'Subway' surprisingly still lit despite the current conditions. Surely heading further down into the subway would provide safety, shelter and maybe some warmth.

Amy eagerly made her way over to the blocked off stairs, stepping over the closed gate with relative ease. Perhaps now she could finally relax and not have to worry every five seconds over being killed, raped or stuffed into an animatronic suit.

But one clumsy move immediately ruined her moment of relaxation.

"Shit!" Amy half-shouted as she lost her footing on the first step.

Her journey down the stairs was less than exciting for Amy as each step she hit was a jolt of extra pain to endure. By the time she had landed at the bottom of the stairs all she could do was lay on the dirty ground, staring at the ceiling in a dazed state. Despite the pain, it felt good to just lay down and do nothing, the feeling already causing her to feel tired and exhausted. Unfortunately, this made her vulnerable for any attack the longer she continued to lay on the floor, but the want to get up was replaced by wanting to wait until the pain disappeared.

The only good thing from this situation was the lack of thugs.

"Hey, what was that?" a male voice echoed from another part of the subway, sounding far and close at the same time.

Amy let out a groan of annoyed frustration. "God damnit all to hell." she muttered, rolling herself over and standing up.

A sudden noise from the top of the stairs caught her attention.

She looked at the stairs in time to see a glimpse of a dark figure disappear from view, making her stand in place for a good moment out of fear. What frightened her was the red eyes and shiny pieces of sharp, pointed metal below the eyes. The quick glimpse of metal almost resembled teeth when she saw it, giving her terrible images of what they belonged to at the top of the stairs. What made it worse was the thought of the monster that lurked at the top, followed by thoughts of it clambering down the stairs to attack Amy.

That is when a new sound caught her attention.

Or in this case, music.

It was far away from her, coming in the direction of where the voices had come from. Although it was far the music echoed throughout the area, sounding very familiar. /Where have I heard that? I know I've heard it before.../ She continued to listen silently, her mind forgetting about the monster that was possibly still lurking up the stairs. /Was it a YouTube video? Damnit why can't I remember a simple fucking thing like music!/ She frowned and kept listening, hoping her mind would click and remember the light melody.

After thirty seconds of listening, the music finally registered in Amy's mind. "Oh yeah, I remember now. That stupid jack-in-the-box music to signal that the puppet was out- oh shitballs."

To make things worse the music was starting to become louder and closer, drawing near Amy's location.

Across from where Amy stood was another set of stairs leading further down into the subway terminal, so it would only be a matter of seconds before the Puppet made its way up those stairs and found her in the open. Unfortunately, taking a quick look around the large area she was in, Amy saw zero places to hide herself. The pile of dead bodies made her do a double-take, surprised that she hadn't even noticed it after falling down the steps. /I wonder if I can take one of their skulls after I'm done hiding from the Puppet asshole./

The growing sound of music brought her back to the situation at hand, making her panic as she tried to think of a plan. "Come on! I need to disappear or I'll be fucked by a goddamn puppet!" she whispered loudly, not wanting to alert the Puppet of her presence.

Wait...

Her attention shifted back to the pile of dead bodies, giving her an idea of sorts.

"When I get home, I will be able to scratch this off my bucket list." she muttered, walking towards the bodies.

Amy stared at the pile of lifeless corpses and groaned, already smelling the stench of death and decay coming from the bodies. However, she had no choice in the matter as she held her breath, using all her strength to move the bodies around. She did so until there was a space made big enough for her to squeeze in, carefully doing so in case the bodies collapsed on top of her. The decaying smell made it difficult to breathe as she maneuvered herself ever so steadily while making sure the bodies hid her own from view, feeling her body growing hot and sweaty from doing such work to keep herself hidden.

The music did not help as it grew louder and louder.

If she was lucky then she would not be detected.

She relaxed her body and controlled her breathing until she felt calm.

Now she would wait.

...

Eerie silence was all that could be heard.

Was the Puppet already in the room? Did it know she was hiding in the body pile and was only waiting for her to make a mistake? It was difficult to decide, and she did not want to risk a chance to find out. As far as her eyes could make out there was only empty space and nothing else. It killed her to not be able to look and find out without moving.

Unless...

Carefully moving her hand, Amy unpocketed her phone, gripping it tightly as she made a crucial decision. Aiming it just enough she tossed it through an open space and waited, expecting to hear music or some form of movement, but she heard nothing. She looked in the direction of where she tossed her phone and waited, feeling her body burning up from the tension and fear she was feeling. So far nothing happened, not even a shadow could be seen anywhere to indicate that the Puppet was even there. Maybe it was safe to come out? /I feel like a child hiding from a fucking monster that wants to eat me./ Having determined that she was safe for now Amy began to move, ready to leave the corpse pile of safety, until she heard a noise that came from the stairs.

The stairs that she fell down from.

Someone or something was making its way down those stairs, causing Amy to stay still once again, her heart pounding away in her chest as she waited silently. From her current position she couldn't really see much, especially with all the bodies that were piled on her. She kept her head down, her long and dirty hair covering her face as well as effectively hiding it from whatever monster was trudging down the stairs. It killed Amy to not look up and see what exactly the 'it' was, but then she didn't want to risk giving herself away to 'it' and be killed over a stupid move made by her stupidity and curiosity.

AHAHAH-H-H-HHA-A-AAHHHAHAHA!

The loud and almost distorted laughter nearly made her jump, her heart beating fast in her chest from the sudden laughter. She knew it was Balloon Boy, but even though it was just him Amy had no idea if he was as dangerous as the other animatronics or not; and she did NOT want to see what he looked like after his encounter with Springtrap. She stayed silent and still, hearing the sound of footsteps walking around the large open area, stopping every few seconds before continuing as if he were searching for something. Eventually after twenty minutes the footsteps ceased and everything fell silent once more.

But was he truly gone? Or was he just standing there, waiting for Amy to look and find out.

There was only one way to be sure.

"Okay you got me! I give up!" she shouted, waiting for an attack of some sort. However, there was no attack or laughter to indicate if he was still there. "God damnit! Why are you making me move?" Amy spoke loudly, clearly frustrated that she had to look up...only to discover that Balloon Boy was gone, leaving only her and a pile of dead bodies.

She was a bit relieved that he was gone, allowing her to leave the corpse fort and stretch her legs out after being cramped in a small space. Amy gave the bodies a glance, only to shake herself, feeling a bit disgusted that she hid in a pile of DEAD bodies. Although it kept her hidden from Balloon Boy the smell of rotting, decomposing flesh was not tolerable. Her clothes and skin even smelled rotten after touching them, making her nearly gag from the smell itself.

Unfortunately, that was not the worst of it.

Her eyes happened to notice that something was missing. Something important and dear to her.

"My phone! Where did it go!" she shouted, frantically searching everywhere she could for the device. Sadly, there was no trace of it as much as she tried to find it. "Goddamn you Balloon Boy! You little fucking thief!" she shouted again, kicking at one of the bodies in pure frustration and anger.

After she felt calm enough Amy closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else other than her phone. /No problem. No big deal. I can make it through...even if I'm incompetent and stupid to run into trouble./ It made her smile just a little, boosting her spirits enough to give her some kind of confidence. /I can do this. I don't need help from Nick. I can get through this without any problems./ Amy immediately frowned, knowing she was only lying to herself. Hell, she had barely passed 7th grade!

Suddenly she caught a glimpse of something on the floor, something dark and in the shape of a gun.

"What the fuck." she muttered, staring at the object on the floor before picking up the object. "This can't be what I think it is."

In Amy's hand was Batman's grapple gun.

Immediately Amy glared at the grapple gun with a look of pure hatred. "Oh yeah, this will fucking help me. I wonder if this piece of shit has any cell reception!" she shouted, throwing it at the wall in frustration only to walk over and pick it up once more. "You better be useful or you'll be reduced to scrap metal." she said threateningly at the grapple gun.

Keeping a firm grip on the handle Amy mustered up whatever courage she had left, which wasn't much, and headed for the second flight of stairs that led further down into the subway. She had a small ray of hope that the grapple gun would prove its usefulness to her when the opportunity revealed itself; and she secretly hoped her phone would be returned to her or at least find it along the way.