Quick note- This chapter holds true to its title.
Nightmare
Liam rubbed his blue eyes. The room he was in was dark, and they were trying to adjust. His head turned when the sound of soft whimpering hit his ears. On the soft bed sitting beside him was a girl. She was small and had wild short red hair. Her pale green eyes brimmed with tears but none fell.
"Are you okay," he asked. His own voice surprised him when it came out. It was high pitched like it had been when he was a child. He looked at himself to see the small hands of an 7-year old. He was clothed in a pair of green pj's with little wrenches on it for design. His hand ran over his head to find he now had a rather short bowl haircut.
The girl beside him clutched the excess material of her white nightgown into her tiny fists. "I'm sc-scared." her voice trembled. Although she looked to be only around 4-years old, he felt he knew her from somewhere.
"Why?" he ask with childlike curiosity. He knew the room was dark he was holding a flashlight that he somehow had not noticed earlier. He took this opportunity to also look around the room. There was a door on each side that was opened just a little, a closet that was also opened, a dresser with a purple fan on top of it, a toy phone on the floor, a green plastic lizard, and a dresser with a lamp on it. He looked to his right and saw on the nightstand laid an ice pack and a bunny doll.
He was reaching out to grab the items when the girl finally replied in an even more terrified voice, "They're here."
From the corner of his eyes he swore that he saw the closet door move. He jumped off the bed and headed over. Without a second thought he shined the flashlight in the closet only to come face to face with scariest creature had ever seen. He slammed the door shut on the mortifying Foxy's face. His eyes had went wide and his breath jagged as he stood in front of the closed closet. The lights were flickering, but he paid no mind.
After a minute he slid the door open just a crack to see that in the place of the extremely disrupted and horrifying animatronic sat an adorable big eyed Foxy plush doll. The lights continued to flicker. He was going to go into the closet and investigate, but was interrupted by the shrill screech of the younger girl.
He turned the flashlight in the direction of the bed and rushed toward it. His mouth went a gap a the sight of the girl being pulled at by two nightmarish Freddy minis. With the light on them, they swiftly jumped away.
The girl squirmed off the bed as the tears finally poured down her face. He looked and saw trickles of blood rolling down her right arm and leg as she cried, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't."
He was so confused. She was apologizing and bleeding. Then something in his mind clicked about the girl. The red hair. The green eyes. Her ultra pale skin. This was Cordelia, just much younger,
"Its okay, Cordelia," he warily tried to soothe the girl. She had saved him once so maybe he could help her in this odd place they'd been thrown into. "We will be okay. No worries."
"No. No. No," she muttered through the tears. "He is calling me. I have to find him."
"Who?" Liam questioned in confusion and worry. The younger scared version of her was even harder to figure out than the older antisocial one. He watched her carefully before in a sudden move she darted for the left door and rushed out of it.
"Wait," he yelled and went for the same door. He was about to shine the light down the hall when he heard deep metallic breathing and sensed a darkness looming outside of the door. He had effectively cut off whatever was outside but also the girl. Air was pushing in and out of his lungs with alarming force. He felt all his hair stand on end and tears pool in his eyes.
He opened the door. The light from the flashlight lite the hallway. His hand trembled as he caught a brief glance of the retreating light of an animatronic eye. He quickly walked back to the bed and shined the light there to find more mini demon bears that dispelled themselves because of Liam's flashlight.
He started to walk over to the right door. A loud metallic roar hit his ears, and he turned to see Bonnie. This Bonnie, however, was not his friend. Almost all of his torso was torn off revealing the spine of his endoskeleton. His knee caps were missing. He had more rows of visible sharp teeth. One of his eyes was missing while the other was glowing menacingly. The worst part was that the bunny was barreling toward him.
Liam rushed out the right door similar to how Cordelia had.
Cordelia tried to wipe the tears out of her green eyes, but they just wouldn't stop falling. She had always been a cry baby as a child. Now she was crying and running through a house that was not her own.
"This way," she heard a voice call. The voice sounded oddly familiar. She knew by the slight metal like echo in it that it was probably an animatronic, but it was not the same as any from the pizzeria. The sound it held was soft and buttery but with a spark of shallow darkness in the back of it. It was soothing.
It calmed her as she paced forward through a living room. Her destination was a hall. It was long and dark. The only light came from the moon shining through a window, but it still didn't reveal what awaited in the shadows at the end of the hall.
"Just a little further," he called, trying to pull her forward with its light words. It was then that the girl noticed the flashlight clutched tightly inside bloodied right hand. The condition of her arm and leg still didn't register in her mind despite the fact they were covered in her blood and graying in color, growing closer to a dead black.
The light brighten the hall. At the end of the hall was a chair with a plush in it. The plush looked withered and broken like the old animatronic but worse. She noticed it was a bunny; it was similar to the one she acquired earlier, but different. It was a faded greenish gold. She couldn't help but think it was familiar.
It's clear silvery white eyes stared at her from its perch, and it seemed to be smiling. Her flashlight flicker and shut off. Her first reaction was to hit it to try and get it back on. She felt warm breath on the back of her neck as the soothing voice entered her ear, "It's me."
A whimper escaped the girl's trembling lips as more tears pooled up in her pale eyes. Her thoughts spun around her. Why was she here? Why was she so scared? Who was this with her? Where is my mom? Why can't I make the tears stop?
"Shhh," the voice cooed, and her tears immediately stopped. "Now, will you help me little one?"
"Who are you?" she asked with only a slight tremble in the tone of her speech. "I'm not suppose to talk to strangers."
"Ah, but I am no stranger to you, little one," it said smoothly. "I was there on your birthday. Do you remember me?"
The flashlight flickered back on. She turned to face the tall animatronic that had bent down beside her. The owner of the voice looked like Bonnie with a more human shape and gold like the doll. For a brief moment, its appearance flickered to a bigger form of the distressed doll with all the holes and missing parts before returning to the neater appearance.
He had a three black buttons on his chest that she noticed and reached out to touch. When she did, a short blurry memory filled her mind. A diner. Kids laughing and cheering. She, too, was having fun. There was a gold bear singing. The gold bunny was on stage. He played a guitar. He gave me a doll. My mom told them I liked dolls. He was nice. The party was nice.
She shook her head lightly and pushed the memory to the back of her mind. Her eyes looked at him with recognition. "Spring Bonnie?"
He nodded, and stood. When she glanced around, they were in the pizzeria. The golden bunny stood straight and tall in front of a wooden wall in the manager's office. "Little one, find me."
"I will," she said in a childlike high reassuring pitch. "I promise."
After she said that his smile defabricated into a stretched grin and his suit rapidly decade and got smaller until he was again the plush and sitting in the chair at the end of the hall with her face light holding him in place. The flash light rolled out of her cold black hand.
Her pale green eyes again widened and overflowed with tears as she noticed her blackened arm and leg. Her leg lost all feeling, and her small body crumbled to the floor. Blood pooled around her from her limbs. Red was everywhere. She felt her mouth fill with the strong flavor of iron; she was drowning.
All she could do was lay there, spitting and choking on her own blood while Plushtrap watched with a creepy grin that easily beat out the blue bunny's she had come to know.
Liam hid successfully under the couch of the living room. He had seen the feet of both the purple bunny and yellow chicken pass by. It felt as if he'd been there for hours. His blue eyes continued to look from under the couch until he saw small ankles. One looked normal while the other was black and had blood trickling from it.
He recognized it as Cordelia. He scurried from under the couch. Once out he shined the light on the girl's back. Her right arm and leg were black. The color was consuming her body by reaching farther up, and her originally white gown was now completely red and dripping. Her wild red hair was now as black as the corners of the room.
"C-cordelia?" he asked nervously. He had hoped she was okay. He also secretly wished that her reappearing was a rescue attempt so they could escape this nightmare together. He only found himself in more trouble once her body twisted around to face him.
Her lips were ripping open and oozing red around large sharp teeth, and her eyes were now red and rimmed in deep black. Her black clawed hand placed a hat of matching color on her head as a voice that was in no way hers exited her mouth, "Found you."
Those two words shook her core. His feet tried to back away, but his back hit something that forced him forward causing his face to hit the floor. When his eyes made their way back up, they were met with a black metal bear. Like the other animatronic he'd faced here, it had huge teeth and was heavily degraded. Unlike the others, it was black like the darkest corners of hell and only accented with a blood red color.
Liam couldn't even get a whimper or scream to come from his mouth. He was picked up from behind by a golden version of Nightmare. After the fear of death washed over him, his body flailed in a struggle. He tried to hit the bear that held him. It only proved to damage his own small hands.
In the background, he swore he heard the distant giggle of Balloon Boy. His more adult thoughts thought, 'It just wouldn't be a true hell without him.' He was dragged from his thought when the dark bear slammed an animatronic arm onto his own.
It was like an out of body experience when he heard his own sharp scream bounce of the walls of the living room. All of his sight was now blurred by the water that gushed from his pain glossed eyes.
"Please," he begged loudly. "Please don't do this. Stop! It hurts." His pleas only gained him deep metallic laughs from the bears. They shoved on another piece and another, each time earning a louder scream. They held his 8-year-old body down into the torso portion of a suit and latched it around him. He heard the crunch of his sternum and ribs and the watery splashing of blood splattering. The crossbeams and wires cut into his flesh; it punctured his lungs, heart, and other vitals while scraping the bones of his spine.
They laid his body on the ground. His eyes didn't bother looking at them anymore. His blue gaze fell to the entrance of a hall at the other side of the room. Four sets of monstrous glowing eyes looked at him with sorrow as if they had just lost something dear.
He ignored them as he felt the final piece of his suit being slammed on his face. His vision disappeared as his eyeballs exploded out of his head. He lost what little feeling he had left as a beam slashed through his skull and to his brain. Everything was fading, but for some reason he still heard that damn Balloon Boy's laugh.
So that is what Cordelia and Liam dreamed of. Don't they have great dreams?
And next time we will have the Freddy Fazbear's Family dinner!
