Hey guys! I'm back with a couple short chapters and new ideas. I'm hoping to keep updating at least one a month (more if I can) but we'll see what happens. Anyway, here's chapter 4.

(P.S. This story is rated M for language, mentions of abuse, explicit gore and possible lemons down the road.)

"I guess it's snowing tonight. Bummer." Grey sighed. He looked up as the neon lights of Freddy's clicked off, leaving him alone in the dark. He shrugged to himself and reached for the car door handle, but grabbed something large and furry instead. He looked at his hand in disbelief. He held a tattered yellow hand covered in faux fur. It felt abrasive and dirt filled. The hand was torn out of Grey's grip, startling him. He looked up and saw a large sunshine yellow bear animatronic standing in an endless void a step in front of him. Grey almost chuckled at the shocked cartoon expression on the bear's face. Something about this felt familiar somehow.

"W-what are you doing? You aren't supposed to be here!" the bear stated. The mouth didn't move with the words and the voice sounded like it came from the chest. "Oh, right. You won't be able to talk here. Just go back to your own sleep, okay? Shoo!" the voice was grainy and muffled, but had a pleasant tone. It sounded like a younger girl, maybe a couple years younger than himself.

As he opened his mouth to reply, a wave of pressure filled his lungs. He gagged and tried to cough it up, to no avail. As he struggled, the bear reached a hand out half way, hesitant to help. Grey grit his teeth and sucked in a deep breath.

ENOUGH!

The single word boomed through the void, shaking both to the core. The pressure in Grey's lungs lifted and he coughed. The bear looked around frantically. "Wha... What was that..?"

Grey winced as a spike of pain embedded itself into his brain. "Fuck. I need to sit down after that." Grey suddenly found himself sitting in a plush leather chair, similar to the one he had in his childhood home.. "Huh? I was just... Am I dreaming? None of this makes sense!" The bear stood silent over him, now a couple paces away.

"You... Talked? Where did the chair..?" She murmured. The bear's expression was unreadable. Grey simply shrugged.

Grey held his hand out and thought for a moment. "I could really go for a Coke right now." Suddenly, he held a can of Coke. He grinned and cracked it open, taking a sip. It was half flat and room temp. Grey scrunched his nose in distaste and set the can on the floor next to the chair. "This must be a lucid dream. This is pretty neat. Although, I don't know who you are or why you're here, bear. I don't think I've ever seen you before." The bear in question just blinked. Grey shrugged. "Well, any suggestions on things to try? I've always wanted to dream like this to goof off, but now that I'm here, it's hard to think of things to do."

"I'm... You can call me Goldie. You... Well, you aren't dreaming, actually. You are in my home, what I call the spiritual plane. I exist here alone, as far as I know."

Grey froze. "So... did I die?"

Goldie shook her head. "That's the weird thing. You're still very alive right now." Grey sighed in relief. "I can sometimes call the soul of people here for a short time, but they are always unable to speak and can never come here of their own will. You broke both standards just now. That and you just... I guess created a chair and drink. I didn't even know that was possible."

Grey felt a sudden pull on his mind. He groaned as his vision faded away. The last thing he saw was Goldie reaching out for him.

8:55 pm Sunday

It was a clear, crisp night. Grey adjusted his shirt as he walked to Freddy's front door. The jingle of a bell welcomed him to the empty lobby. "Hello? Amanda?" It was silent. Grey shrugged and walked into the main room. The band stood lifeless on the stage overlooking the empty dining room. Grey sighed, wondering what to do. His gaze idly drifted back to the stage. 'I guess I could check these guys out before I work on them. Let's see what makes them tick.' Grey thought to himself.

As he approached the stage, a shiver ran up his spine. It looked like they were examining him as much as he was them. 'That can't be right. It's just a trick of the light.' he told himself. He shrugged off the feeling of being watched and focused on examining the legs of Freddy. The old plastic shell was cracked in places, giving him a decent look on the joints in the knee and ankle. He jumped as he felt something poke his arm, whirling around he saw Amanda looking at him with a concerned look.

"Are you good? Did you not hear me call your name?" Grey shook his head. "Okay, well I'm glad you showed up. Come with me."