A/N: Hey guys, I hope you had a great week! If not, hopefully this chapter will give you the motivation to keep you going through this crazy roller coaster called life. In other news; we have a cover! Yes, it's a uncolored pale sketch made in 30 minutes, but it's something isn't it? And thanks for your comments and support this past week, I know I say this every chapter, but I truly mean it. Finally remember: Sunday, 10 PM GMT is the time, and here is the place.

Now, here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6: The red book

"Suddenly feels a little bit too real for a dream, doesn't it!" shouted out the man mockingly. "By the way," he added as he waved his hand in front of his nose, "you might want to take a shower."

I covered my eyes with my hands, quivering with disgust as I sat down on the floor. "This… this can't be true." I whispered, feeling a gut-wrenching sickness in my hollow belly.

"Oh, but it is true my dear Bonnie!" the voice of the man was shaking with triumph. "Wonderful, isn't it?"

"You…" whispered my brother, "You killed us. You really did."

"I don't understand what you mean Freddy." answered the man sweetly. "Yes, I killed five kids, including Sean Williams. But you're not him. You're Freddy Fazbear! I killed those brats to give you, all of you, life!" My brother growled, clenching his fists. The man raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and let out a sigh. "It might take a while to sink in."

I looked up at Sarah as she closed the frontal plate of her torso, letting out a little chuckle. "You really are something, aren't you?" she said while looking at her killer in the eyes.

"What do you mean?" said the man as he turned to face her.

"The worst nightmare of a killer is seeing that its victims came back to life." she said matter-of-factly "And now, you're threatening to kill us if we break your silly rules. How are you going to do that if we are already dead, yet alive enough to run down to the police station?"

The man smirked at her. "There are things worse than death sweetheart. I never threatened your life, I threatened your existence."

Sarah crossed her arms defiantly. "My existence? You're saying that there is an afterlife and all that?"

The man shrugged. "All I'm saying is that the soul lives on after the body is long gone, somehow, somewhere. But to live in this world, you need three things: a body, a mind, and a soul." The man walked around the room meditatively, holding his chin. "Right now, the five of you are 'complete'; you're in your own bodies with someone else's soul and minds, minor inconvenience, but you'll forget about that once you try to accomplish your goal."

I looked up at the man, feeling that my time for being a coward was over. "Like we would kill for a scumbag like you!" I cried out.

The man looked down at me like a teacher looks at a stubborn student. "We'll see about that Bonnie."

I let out a challenging snort, and looking around, felt the same unsettling calm I felt before the newscast; why were we being so submissive? This is real dammit! We should be crying, screaming, raging… but no. Our emotions were being kept suspiciously stable. I looked around to see Ferny and my brother looking angrily but attentively at the man; Jack only stared at him blankly.

"Anyways," continued the man. "It's true that I can't 'kill' you, nobody can, but I can do something worse." Another perverse smile crawled up his face. "I can erase you. All of you; gone. No soul to live on, no memories to think about… just oblivion."

Taking big steps, he went to the back of the room, and picked up the red book from his chair. "Ladies and gentleman," he called out, "this is your existence. And as you can see, it's in my hands." He tapped the front cover of the book. On it there was a symbol that looked like it was drawn with a finger soaked in red ink. It was an inverted pentagram inscribed in a circle; the circle itself was inscribed in a symmetric triangle.

"Body." said the man, tapping the bottom left corner of the triangle. "Mind." He tapped the bottom right corner. "And soul." He tapped the top. "On some of these pages, there are symbols, or seals, like this one. Each one has its own special character besides the main seal, and was drawn with the blood of the corpse inside of you. And each one belongs to one of you. The seals are the only things keeping your souls intact. If I break them, your souls will be obliterated, and nothing will remain of you." He paused, letting his words sink in on us.

"There is a lot more to it, but I won't fill up your heads. And for your own sake," his voice dropped to a low and stern tune, "don't try to figure it all out. It won't do you any good." He changed back to his usual sickeningly nonchalant tone. "Just enjoy your game! And don't forget this; I am the owner of your existence, and I'm the only one that can end it." He smiled cheerily at us before turning around and walking towards the door.

I growled as I felt a fresh wave of rage come over me. Pushing myself up, I walked towards him with balled fists. "Don't you dare walk away from us like that!" I stopped when I was a few feet in front of him; the man slowly turned around to face me.

"Who the hell are you!?" I snarled. "Why us?! What did we ever do to you!? You turned us into animatronics, you sliced some poor guy's wrists and you make Jeremy take the blame!"

I raised my trembling purple finger to his indifferent face. "If you think we will let you tell us what to do, if you think we will play your sick game of killing innocents, then y- AAARGH!"

I fell down to the floor, grinding my teeth in pain. It was like an ax suddenly hacked my two legs off. Quivering and panting, I looked up at the tall purple figure towering over me.

"Rule number three; did you forget already Bonnie?" asked the man while leaning over me, once again with a soft red glow coming from his chest. "I begin the conversation, you follow. Never the other way around."

Pushing up my torso with my hands, I looked at the smiling man. "Listen… you." I wheezed. "We will find a way to make you pay for this. We will reach out to someone, someone that will listen to us, someone that will see us, help us!"

The man laughed sarcastically. "Please! You can't even speak out loud, you're covered in blood, there's a kid's corpse inside of you, and your stench!" He leaned closer. "You're not human; their world doesn't belong to you. Get close to someone, wave a white flag if you'd like, but all you will ever get out of it are screams, shut doors, run offs, and maybe a useless bullet. And you know why no one will ever help you?"

The man leaned so close to me I could see the veins in his bloodshot eyes. "Fear makes men blind. It's that simple." He got up, letting out a little sigh. "You have one, maybe two weeks before they open the pizzeria again. Then, we can begin playing." Standing on the doorway, he looked back at us one last time.

"I can't wait to see who scores first!" he called out enthusiastically as he closed the door, his footsteps fading away into silence.

I leaned on my brother's shoulders as I slowly regained some strength in my legs. "I'm sorry we couldn't help you out," he said, "we were just…" his voice trailed off.

"Paralyzed, right?" I asked. My brother nodded at these words. "How can he do that?" I resumed. "We just lose all control over our… these bodies."

I looked at Sarah and Ferny standing silently by the big window of the room, their arms crossed while their eyes reflected sadness and helplessness, but also anger. Somehow I realized immediately that they were thinking about their families. In the middle of the room, the late afternoon sun giving his body an intense golden glow, Jack was sitting silently, again tracing circles on the floor. But he did it slowly and painfully as sorrow oozed out of his black eyes. I looked at my own hands, and at the new face of my brother, as my long ears dropped down.

"This is it?" I asked to no one. "We just… stay here, rotting, being miserable?" I tried to ball a fist, but suddenly I lost all will to even do that. "We can't eat, we can't ask for help, we can't go outside." I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore and started to sob, looking up at my brother. "W-What about mom? She's a-alone now, crying o-over some old p-picture of us. "

I leaned against my brother's big brown body, suddenly too weak to stand on my own. "And D-Dad… he's g-gonna be so a-alone. Who will p-put fresh f-flowers now?"

My brother looked down at me, tilting his head emphatically. "Don't worry Don," he whispered, "Mom will."

I shook my head. "It's not the same!" Pushing myself away from him I looked at my own purple body again, thinking about what our murderer said. "We can't even kill ourselves, can we?"

"Don." hissed my brother sternly. "Don't talk like that."

"Why?" I huffed, half laughing, half crying. "Because it's true that only our killer can erase us, and he'll do it if we just go outside?" I looked tentatively at the large window, taking a few lazy steps towards it. I could break through it and climb out, breaking the rules and ending my game.

"Being nothing." I whispered decidedly. "Being nothing is better than being this."

"Don't even think about it." warned my brother as I took another step. "Don… stop it."

"IT'S MY CHOICE!" I wailed out as I bent my knees to run. But before I could take the first step my brother grabbed me by my arm and pinned my stunned body against the wall.

"I NEED YOU!" he hollered in my face as his gaze paralyzed me. We remained there for a moment, none of us talking or moving. His blue eyes glowed with such strength that I could barely look at them. "I need you with me brother," he whispered with a broken voice, "I need you by my side, now more than ever. We've lost a lot; we can't lose each other as well." His eyes once again went up to mine, their light filled with a special kind of pleading. "So don't you dare to leave me, no; leave us alone." he begged.

Holding back my crying, I nodded. "I'm sorry." I whimpered. "It's just… I'm sorry."

My brother patted my shoulder. "It'll be okay."

He cleared his throat and turned around to face the shocked Ferny and Sarah, and pointed a big round finger at them. "Ferny, you're the greatest wiseass I know!" he called out in a military tone. "You're three years younger than me and you helped me understand algebra!"

"Sarah, you're always there by our side to cheer us up. You've made me smile every day for the past five years with your stupid jokes! I need you two as well dammit! Now get your asses over here!"

With a sudden spark of joy in their eyes the duo speed walked towards us. When they were by our side my brother pulled them in close until we formed a tight circle.

"Listen to me," continued Sean, "and listen to me good. We have two options. We either give up and live the rest of our lives miserably, which is what the bastard that did this to us probably wants…"

"Or we resist. We can't fight back and we don't have a voice. But as long as we're together, as long as we remain hopeful and as long as we don't let him be our owner, we win. We lost everything, but we still have our greatest treasure: life, be as it is. As long as there is life, there is hope.

My brother stretched out his arm and opened his big brown hand. Ferny put his hook on top, and Sarah topped it with her yellow wing-hand. Staring at my friends, I realized that there were still three things in this world worth living for.

"And no matter what happens," resumed my brother, "we will never, ever let… this change who we are, and what we are to each other. Don," he said enthusiastically, "call it out."

Sighing, sobbing and, as much as I could, smiling, I put my hand on top of Sarah's. "THREE! TWO! ONE!" I called out with newfound energy, "FRIENDS till the…"

My eyes slid over to Jack's sad figure in the middle of the room, looking at us with vacant eyes.

"…end." We threw our arms up together. Sean patted my shoulders as Sarah and Ferny did a little clap.

"Alright guys!" said Ferny. "I think we should take a look around the place for a while, maybe try to figure out where we want to sleep?"

"What about Jack?" I asked. Everyone turned to see me with surprise.

"Don't worry about him Brandon." said Sarah. "He'll come after us, right Jack?"

Jack looked away from her, and started tracing an X.

"You know what?" I said. "Go ahead; I'll wait the little guy out and keep an eye on him. When he decides to go after you I'll go with him."

"You sure?" asked my surprised brother. "I think he's old enough to…"

"There's a girl in my class," I interrupted roughly, "that has what he has. When she joined us, our teacher taught us about autism. He needs a bit of extra help."

"Alright Don." sighed my brother, holding the door open as Ferny and Sarah left the room. "We're gonna snoop around; just don't take too long."

"Don't worry!" I chirped, adding a careless hand gesture. "This won't take five minutes!"

As he left the room, I could only think about what my brother said, and the way he said it. Leaning against the wall, looking at Jack, I let out a little chuckle.

"Sean…" I whispered. "When did you become Dad?"