Like I said, the trouble doesn't end with the previous chapter. The friction continues on in this chapter...where hopefully it will end. More of the children's spirits breaking free in this chapter (one actually makes a permanent comeback, but it isn't who you think!), Balloon Boy is annoying...and gets what's coming to him. And a new character comes into play by the end...can you guess who they are before them? This whole chapter (and it will be the last...I think) takes on from a comic I saw on Deviant Art, I have permission from the artist to use it and I will have the link to their artwork on my profile.

I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).

"Bold" is the Animatronics speech

"Normal" is human speech

"Italic" is memory/thought

"Underline" is the child spirit in the memory as they try to break through.

Animatronic Names

Chichi-Toy Chica

Bon-Bon/Bon-Toy Bonnie

Vixen-Mangle (She'll get called that later on...)

Fred-Toy Freddy

*The others are as they should be i.e Bonnie=Old Bonnie*

Chapter 7

The sound of music filled the house, my mother was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner but listening to my dad and I play. Dad handed me his guitar after he showed me a couple chords.

"Your turn buddy," he smiled as I put my smaller hands on the guitar's neck and positioned my fingers like I'd seen him do.

I started strumming, letting the chords blast out and making Dad's smile grow.

"Hey, Krista!" he called, "Our little guy's a pro!"

Mom came in, wiping her hands on a towel, her crimson gaze sparkling under white bangs.

"Well what do you expect? He's our son!"

"You're pretty good, superstar," Dad grinned, "But you'd play even better with a guitar of your own!"

He pulled out a fiery red guitar and presented it, pulling his black one out of my hands and pressing the red one into my hands. I strummed and the sound…oh that sound was so good! I saw Mom and Dad smiling so wide. I was so happy…

The next day, Mom didn't come home. A police officer came to Dad and I at the house as it got dark…and told us that Mom had died in a car accident, a truck had run a red light and struck her head on, killing her instantly. Dad held me close.

"It's ok, Sammy," he murmured, "We'll get through this, I promise. I'm not going to let anything happen to you superstar,"

A few years later, I ran for my life, but it wasn't enough. Fire erupted in my stomach as something sharp and silver poked out of the front of my shirt. My friends looked absolutely terrified as my vision went dark. I…I think I saw Mom…

Sam opened his eyes…but still saw blackness. What happened? Last thing he remembered was falling asleep after taking over Bonnie…wait a second…

And then all the memories came in.

Kicking Bon-Bon into a wall, getting his arm ripped off, getting ambushed by Chichi and Vixen only to accidently break the chicken's beak…and then there was pain and he woke up the way he was.

Blind and mute.

But…at least he remembered.

"Freddy, you awake yet?" a familiar voice asked.

Sam's ears twitched slightly, was that Amanda? And Freddy?!

"Nggg, wha…what happened?" a deeper voice groaned, static glitching it out.

"Was that Matt?" Sam thought.

"Bonnie?" the deeper voice asked.

He heard faint shuffling and a heavy weight settled on his shoulder.

"Freddy, he can't see you," came the female voice, "I…he hasn't moved since that duck ripped his face off,"

"Now Chica, what have I told you about name-calling?"

"You let Bonnie and Foxy do it!"

"They're older," the male voice, Freddy…Matt…told her, "And it's not nice for young chickens to act like that,"

"It's not nice for them to rip people's faces off either," Amanda…Chica…growled, "That's why she's a duck, not a chicken,"

Freddy gave a laugh before gently squeezing Sam's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Bonnie, we'll figure out something…"

"My name is SAM, Matt!" Sam internally screeched, "Why don't you remember? Why am I the one who does?"

But neither of the two spirits could understand their friend's mute cries.

"Hey, Chica…" Freddy started, "Where's Foxy?"

"Robby?" Sam wondered, "Wait…Robby's memories were the most intact…maybe I'm not alone after all!"

"I…I don't know," Chica admitted, "When I woke up…he was gone,"

Though he might have been gone, Foxy was not happy with his arrangement. The animatronic sulked in the corner of Kid's Cove, watching his annoying as all get out guard out of the corner of his eye. Foxy's chest burned with rage as the little monstrosity pranced around with his stupid balloon and his irritating laugh. It was not his fault that Vixen kept ambushing him…and what made it worse is that she came in from time to time too! And gloated!

"Calm yourself," a gentle voice chided, "Your rage got you into this mess, it's not going to get you out,"

Foxy let out a low growl. His little guide was right…as usual. The fox took out his locket and opened it, closing his eyes in contentment as the song wove through the air, taking him back to his mother's arms…back when he was a little boy with a sister…and an abusive father…

"No…No," the fox growled to himself, shaking his head, "Calm down…jus' list'n an' calm down…"

He was nearly asleep when…

"What's that?" the animatronic boy sent to watch over Foxy asked.

And there went the calm…

Foxy's golden eyes snapped open and he shut the locket with a click, looking sidelong at the fake boy.

"Mine an' me own business, so shove off," he growled, ears pinned against his skull.

"A music box?"

"Maybe…"

"Can I see?"

"It's mine," Foxy repeated.

"Aw, c'mon," the fake boy pouted, "I may be your guard, but we can still share…"

He swiped the locket out of Foxy's paw and held it out of his reach.

"Give it back!" Foxy snapped as the animatronic opened the locket, letting the sweet melody pour forth.

"'On winds and waters may you cross, See mountains white and blue. But on your road, let's not forget The love I have for you. Always and forever-Mama,'" the Balloon Boy read, "Aw, I never figured you to be a mama's boy!"

He started to laugh and a low, rumbling snarl rose up in Foxy's chest.

"Give. It. Back," he growled.

"Why should I?" and he continued to laugh.

That laugh…it was so annoying! They always laughed…!

I stood in front of my sister, fists clenched as the bullies laughed at us, making fun of our clothes, my bruises and scars, Mike's lisp…

If the little monsters just made fun of me, I was ok with it…but when they made fun of my sister…

"Wobby, don't!" she pleaded, tugging on my jacket and pulling me towards the direction of our house, "They not worth it!"

I looked back at the bullies, this wasn't fair…

I heard Mike scream and start crying. I turned around just to see a shining silver locket in the bully's hand.

"Give it back!" Mike wailed, jumping and trying to grab the locket.

"Why should I?" the bully sneered…and started laughing as Mike jumped to get it.

The laugh transformed back into Balloon Boy's…and Foxy held his head, trying to block it out but failing.

"Stop laughing at me!" he thought, his spirit roiling in its metal skin, "Must. Make. Him. STOP!"

The golden eyes flared angrily, flickering from the glassy, internally lit irises to something slightly dimmer. Robby's spirit fought free and some wild urge rose up in him. His golden eyes flickered, dying and turning pitch black except for a tiny spot of white where the pupils would be. He gave a most definitely human shriek and lunged at the animatronic.

Freddy, Bonnie…Sam…and Chica were still in the Parts and Services room, trying to figure out what had happened to their friend…when the door opened.

Sam's ears twitched slightly as Vixen stepped in, looking slightly worried.

"I know tha' ye three don't care much fer me," she started, holding up her paws, something silver dangling from one, "But hear me out…"

"That's…" Freddy started, staring at the locket in Vixen's paw.

Faster than Chica thought he could go, Freddy had Vixen pinned against the wall by her neck, eyes deep blue and furious.

"Where. Did. You. Get that," Matt snarled.

"I walked in…" Vixen gasped as Matt's grip hardened, "'e was in a rampage…it flew out of BB's hand…"

"Foxy wouldn't fly off the handle unless it was for a good reason," Chica started as the bear's eyes brightened back to electric blue, signaling that Matt once more had gone dormant.

"Please," Vixen pleaded, "We're sick o' tha chaos…I don' doubt BB did somethin' t' yer friend…he's annoyin' like tha'. If ye can calm 'im down…maybe Fred will see yer not gonna kill us all an' let ye outta 'ere,"

Freddy released the white fox, letting her drop to the floor.

"Take us to him," he ordered as Chica went and helped Sam to his feet.

"Aye," Vixen nodded, opening the door and leading them out.

The foursome walked through the halls, coming upon the three counterparts staring at the entrance to the Kid's Cove.

"He just…" Bon-Bon stammered, staring at Vixen, "BB is…"

Fred turned his cool blue gaze to that of his counterpart.

"If this is how he's going to be all the time…I'm going to have no choice but to scrap him," he told Freddy.

The older model glared right back.

"Foxy doesn't lose it unless someone did something to him or us first. He's protective of his family, he wouldn't let anything happen to us. Hence why Vixen got attacked when we reactivated…she attacked me, Foxy was just being protective,"

"Just…get him to stop," Vixen pleaded as she let Freddy into Kid's Cove.

The former boy looked around to see a violently torn apart room, animatronic parts strewn across the floor and Foxy kneeling in the center of the mess, his teeth dripping oil and his fur matted with the stuff.

"Foxy?" Freddy started.

A twitch from the other former child, but nothing more.

Freddy knelt down next to his friend, putting a paw on his shoulder.

"Hey, buddy, you ok?"

A low snarl rumbled in Foxy's chest and the former boy's head snapped up, revealing the black and gold eyes that bored hatefully into Freddy's.

Freddy opened his mouth to speak…but Foxy pinned him, teeth bared and snarling darkly. That was not Foxy…

"NO!" Chica shrieked, trying to get past Vixen, but the other fox held her back.

"Foxy!" Freddy gasped, "It's me! Freddy! We're friends! Right!?"

Oil dripped from Robby's muzzle as he opened his mouth, exposing his very sharp teeth…

A soft melody wove through the air and the fox froze, ears flicking towards the sound…Sam cradled the locket in his paws, letting the soft, sweet melody float towards the combatants. Freddy's blue eyes suddenly flashed into something more human as Matt's spirit fought for control.

"Robby!" Matt wailed in desperation, "Snap outta it! Please! Don't hurt me…don't be like him!"

Suddenly, the second spirit froze. His eyes flickered back to sanity and Robby blinked rapidly, his jaw snapping shut.

"M-Matt?" he started slowly, "What are you doin' down there?"

"I should ask you what you're doing on top of me!" Matt deadpanned.

"I…what happened?" Robby groaned, putting a paw to his head as he let Matt get up, "I…I remember my past…Matt, are we alone in that?"

Matt cast a quick glance at Sam, who gave a slow shake of what was left of his head.

"I think Sam's the only one truly back," he murmured, "Robby…I can't hold him much longer, I had to stop you…I…"

The blue human-like eyes flickered to the normal glassy animatronic eyes as Matt's control slipped away, just as Robby slipped back into sleep and let Foxy take control.

"Wha happened?" Foxy blinked, looking around the room, "Did I…?"

He saw the remains of Balloon Boy on the floor and shuddered violently.

"Oh…I…I did…!" he stammered, looking down at Freddy, only for his golden eyes to grow shocked as oily tears started to form, "Capt'n…I…"

He bowed his head and gave a soft whine. Freddy put a paw on his shoulder.

"It's ok," he told him, "I don't know what happened…but we're going to find out…and make sure it doesn't happen again. Ok?"

Foxy gave a nod, trembling as the other spirit pulled him into an embrace. Chica gently guided Sam towards the others and joined them in their comforting of their eldest member.

Vixen looked at Fred.

"Capt'n, 'e's jus' like me," she told him, "Protective o' 'is crew. I think if we be leaving 'is crew outta it…not botherin' them…'e'll calm down a wee bit,"

"I'd like to say you're right, Vixen," Fred started, "But there's something off about all four of them. I don't know what it is…but I don't like it,"

"Aye," she nodded, "But we be best gettin' ready fer tha night…t'is almost midnight. Jeremy should be comin' in soon. I don't think he be ready fer them quite yet,"

The bear nodded and turned to the other two members of their family.

"Get the mess cleaned up and take all four of them to Parts and Services before Jeremy gets here," he ordered.

"On it," Bon-Bon nodded as he and Chichi walked towards the four older models.

After a few moments of conversing, Bon-Bon managed to get the others to follow him while Chichi cleaned up the mess, picking up the pieces of the broken Balloon Boy and taking them away to get him fixed later on. Both Toys made it back to the stage right as a tall, grey-eyed, blond man in his late teens walked in the front door.

His name?

Jeremy Fitzgerald.

Ok...I just want to know, who of all you thought Robby would be the first to come back? Sorry to dash your hopes, but it is Sam...the poor guy got his face ripped off and he's got to rely on hearing alone, that would help him being able to remember. Sam starts to realize some of his power next chapter...and he 'plays' with poor Jeremy a bit too, but not in the way you think. Robby/Foxy...as long as the Toys don't mess with his family or touch the locket, he won't go all "Foxy Smash!" on them. But next up...Jeremy gets to have 'fun' with the gang.

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

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Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.