LET ME THROW THIS OUT THERE:

THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME DARK THINGS! IF YOU ARE SENSATIVE, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER!

... enjoy ^.^

Chapter 13

Home Sweet Terror

Fred's POV

I smile as me and Marionette catch up; his stories are pretty interesting actually: "So, you're telling me you actually fought off 3 wolves with your bare hands?"

Marionette smiles: "Yup, I'll tell you the story if you like…"

I smile: "Why not…"

He sighs and looks off into the distance: "It was about 7 years ago, I was walking through the forest, just in my Zen, when suddenly I spot 3 wolves in the distance. They start running for me, and my automatic instinct was to fight them… So I zipped up a tree instead almost shitting myself-"

At this point I was laughing hard, not sure if it was the story of the 5 beers I've had, but oh well…

"- Haha… Anyways, as I was looking down, I was thinking of anything to distract them, so I broke off a branch and chucked it at them. One of them backed up, so I jumped down and kicked both of them with a spinning kick. They backed up but quickly jumped for me. I grabbed the one by the head and used him as a bat to hit the other 2 before chucking the one into the tree I was in. They all ran away and I stood there victorious."

Mike's POV

I sigh as deep thoughts are running through my head: "When do you think he'll be back?"

Foxy looks at me: "The hell should I know…"

I sigh and sit back on the couch, just overthinking.

I look over, seeing Bon and Vixey talk about things like CPU's and gears, which sounded interesting since I'm a computer guy but shrugged it off.

I look over to Diana… Wait…: "Guys… Where is Diana?"

Everyone suddenly is looking around. Next thing I know everyone is jumping up staring outside.

I slowly turn, and I swear my balls went to my throat.

Bonnie, is standing, at my patio door: "Oh son of a bitch…"

He slams his fists through the door, shattering it, before calmly saying: "Hello."

Foxy lets out a screech which blew my ears out, and she charges at him, before long the entire gang is fighting Bonnie.

Suddenly I see Chica joining the fight, and I run upstairs to get my gun that I remembered I had.

I enter my room, and I suddenly go pale.

He chuckles: "We meet again Mike…"

Golden Freddy's POV

I breathe in a deep breath: "We finally made it you old timer…"

He chuckles: "That… we did."

I look around the area, smiling as memories of when I was younger come flooding back to me: "The hole… It hasn't changed a bit."

"That's… for sure… I did miss… this place."

I put the stuff down as we both sit on the log, and I look at Spring: "What do you say dad, one last round?"

He smiles: "If you hand… me a beer… first… it's on."

I smile big, going into the cooler and handing him a beer, before I set up the fishing poles: "Here ya go."

He smiles as he opens his beer: "Now this… is what I call… Father son time."

I chuckle, and before long, we both are drinking a beer while fishing.

As we talk and joke around, my line tugs: "Hey I got something!"

"About time… rookie."

I just roll my eyes and pull the fish out: "FUCK YES!"

I hear my dad laughing: "Good work!"

"Thanks dad. I learned from the best."

I see him blush slightly before we return to our jokes and drinking. This is going to be a good night.

Foxy's POV

I see the others join the fight; at the same time I see Chica come running to Bonnie's aid: "Crap you're alive?!"

I shove Bonnie into a table before smashing a chair onto his head: "TAKE THAT YOU FAT BUNNY BASTARD!"

Apparently calling a purple bloated excuse of the Easter Bunny a fat bunny bastard is a bad idea, since he suddenly roars and jumps up charging me. I smile, and right when he's in reach I bolt out of the way, making him smash right into and through the wall.

"DAMN BITCH!" I hear Bon scream, which makes me turn, only to see Chica chasing Bon in a circle. I roll my eyes: "HIT HER!"

"I DON'T FIGHT! I HEAL!"

I groan, before walking over calmly, and right when she's in my distance, I swing my leg at her face, smashing her face into her skull. She flies to the ground, twitching and buzzing: "Got it."

I see Bonnie looking right at me with rage in his semi-working eyes, when suddenly I hear a screech followed by smashing coming from upstairs. My eyes shoot wide: "MIKE!"

A dark voice says behind me: "You're not going anywhere…"

I slowly turn my head, and gasp: "It's you…"

Mike's POV

I go flying into the wall, smashing into it. I groan looking up, to see Freddy just calmly walking towards me: "What's wrong little man? Can't handle a cuddly teddy bear?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You're supposed to entertain children and be happy, NOT A MONSTEROUS KILLER!"

He chuckles: "Silly little Mike, I don't think you get it…"

I tilt my head, and he gets closer while continuing: "Entertaining children is just where we landed! We weren't made there to do that. We weren't made in the factory of happy dreams. The only one even made in a factory was Foxy, Vixey and the toys, as you know them as Bon, Fred and Diana. Anyone else you know about wasn't made there.

You see Mike, we are supernatural. We have these suits yes, but you can completely take me apart, you will find mechanical parts, but you will see they are not working. I am not a robot, but rather your worst nightmare."

His eyes suddenly go red: "Why can't you see what you are in for? Can't you see that you are staring at hell himself?! I am a supernatural entity that has mechanical insides! This means I can still act like a computer, thus get into things in ways no one else can! So when you can just type and shit, I can actually enter a computer with my mind!

Oh, and since I'm supernatural, I can just simply go into you and rip your soul apart with my bare hands. But I do this instead as it can cause you more trauma and pain before I permantely end your pathetic life.

So tell me, Mike, what is sooo important that you wanna even try to challenge me?"

I smile: "Foxy." I suddenly shoot the gun in his direction and pull the trigger several times, which shockingly works.

He gasps multiple times, looking down at his wounds, before collapsing to his knees and falling.

Apparently, his little episode of explaining how he is a supernatural creature was either false, or killing him was just easier than I expected...

Right when he falls, I hear smashing coming from downstairs, which concerns me.

I run downstairs to see what is happening, when suddenly I go paler than before.

Well first of all, my wall is, still SORT OF there, my patio furniture, well let's just say it will make good firewood, but all that isn't what I'm focused on: "What in the great gold balls is that thing?!"

He laughs darkly: "Look Fox', your little man has arrived."

Foxy looks at me, then back: "Don't touch him."

"Oh I won't… I'll just kill him." I shit myself.

Marionette's POV

"NO! I told you it wasn't what it looked like!"

He slams his beer onto the table: "YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU BASICALLY FUCKED ANOTHER DUDE!

I throw my arms up: "IT DIDN'T GO LIKE THAT!"

"REALLY MARTY?! THEN TELL ME HOW IT WENT!"

"Uhhhh, well in Memphis I went to the bar… As I was drinking, me and this hot chick started talking and drinking, before I knew what was happening, we were stumbling across the road to her apartment. When we got there, we both got naked and she pulled me on her. That's when I gasp, since I suddenly started making out with her, and I grinded on her. When I grinded, I felt a penis, so I jumped up, threw my clothes on and I ran out!"

I see Fred fall out of his chair laughing, which made me growl, but I just shrugged it off: "Asshole."

Eventually we both calm down, and I look at him: "So do you think we should get back to your home?"

His eyes go wide: "I forgot… about that…"

I raise my eyebrow: "You ok?"

He hiccups: "Never better…"

I groan while facepalming"Shit I got you drunk."

"I HAVENT DRANK… IN YEARS MAN!"

"Figures…" I roll my eyes and sigh, when suddenly I get a buzz in my ass. I pull out the secret pager that no one except a few know about, and my eyes widen when it says: Help me – Foxy.

I told her never to page me unless it was an ultimate crisis that she couldn't handle: "Fred we got to go now."

He looks at me: "Why?"

"Foxy… She sent a distress signal."

He shoots up faster than a bullet: "Back room! Pump out the alcohol now!"

My eyes widen: "All of it?"

"Hell no, just enough so I can run!" He chuckles.

After I was done pumping him, oh boy that sounds wrong, we start running towards Mike's house. On the way there I am thinking in my head: I will get you Freddy, revenge WILL BE MINE!

As we start getting into the city, I just keep following Fred as he knows where to go. I could easily figure it out by teleporting, but I decide just to follow him as that wouldn't be fair to him; that and I don't trust him in his buzzed state.

Eventually we start running down a dirt road quickly, and when we get to supposedly the correct house, we both freeze a few feet away.

There is Diana on the ground, and she looked, horrifying.

First of all, she had bruises and scratches all over her body, and she was stripped naked, but that wasn't the worst part…

The worst part was the fact that there was thick white goo coming out of her and all on her body. Me and Fred look at each other, and I whisper to him: "You know what that is…?"

He slowly nods, and I shake my head in disgust: "Whoever raped her, will pay…"

Springtrap's POV

I am having a blast with my son. It has been so many years since we've done this; we've both needed this.

Suddenly I hear him ask: "Hey dad, what do you say we have them?"

I raise my eyebrow: "Huh?"

He smiles, and puts his hand into his suit, which I found quite odd. Suddenly, I see him pull out a little metal box with gold around it; my eyes widen big and he says: "40 years dad, I didn't forget about them."

I blink a few tears away, remembering what my dad told me before he died over 60 years ago: Take this son, keep them so when your time is up, you can enjoy them with your son one day. Give them to him, and make sure he keeps them until you know the time is special.

Tears roll down my cheeks, and he comes close, and opens the box. My eyes get even more wet as I see they are in perfect condition, I gasp out: "Son… These are… 63 years old… You… You remembered."

He smiles: "Dad, you've been there for me through everything, even went through shit you didn't deserve, just for me. You think I was going to forget about our final cigars?"

No one but us understands how rare these really are…

Welp, that is the end of this chapter...

A review from TheEzyGuy00: Oooh, nice story, a couple of grammar mistakes there and there, but still good nonetheless!

I liked how you make Foxy a female, and inserted a bit of romance with good ol' Mikey... I'm not a big fan of shipping, but, if you plan to do so, this looks promising Cx

Keep up the good work!

Thank you very much! Yeah there are some mistakes here and there, but we're not all perfect lol. Foxy being a female was actually kind of hard to write about, especially with all the fanart of Foxy being a badass with sunglasses and a cigar xD, but I was able to get the story going (Imagine in my head of female Foxy... Yeah I can't get that though very well).

Not everyone is a fan of shipping, which is perfectly fine, and again, thank you for liking this story!

I will say this: Towards the final chapters I was originally going to add some big romance... but... it didn't go that way.

ANYWAYS, thank you guys for reading, the next chapter might be up tomorrow, if not, you guys know the Monday, Wednesday, Friday thing x3.

HAVE A GOOD DAY!

~SunWolf~