A/N: Hey guys, welcome back! Happy Sunday/Monday; my timezone makes things slightly confusing now. Anyways, happy day! Let me start by thanking you for your flattering reviews last time. Honestly guys, it's still incredible and amazing for me to see that you're enjoying this fic. Thanks a lot and make sure to keep up your honest feedback. Remember, I'm very open to constructive criticism and I appreciate it very much when someone lets me know that they found an error.

Now, this chap is quite... interesting. Ever wondered what goes through the minds of the animatronics as they go to kill you? Well, fret no more! We got to know our Dr. Jekylls pretty well throughout the story. Now, it's time to meet the Mr. Hydes! Happy reading guys, see you at the bottom.

Chapter 21: A night of shadows

"Oh, Bucky..." I called out warmly as I walked to the door of the third Party Room, "where are you hiding now little bear?"

I swung open the door, only to find the usual darkness and silence. I sighed and shook my head in frustration. "You know, you better come out and join us before I find you," My sweet tone turned into a low, furious growl, "because I hate rule breakers!"

I waited in vain for some kind of answer, hoping to somehow hear a reply from the empty room.

"Alright then," I whispered, "I was nice and tried to give you a second chance. But the next time I see you, do yourself a favor and pray." I raised my tone and tightened my fist. "Pray that I'll be in a good mood after killing this guard, or I won't stop tearing you apart piece by piece until you're a pile of scrap metal SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR! YOU HEAR ME YOU COWARD!"

My rage-filled roar echoed through the room before it died out, again leaving me with nothing but silence as an answer. Almost fuming with wrath I turned around to see Freddy's cold eyes staring at me from the dark and lonely hallway. "Are you finally done Bon?" he asked flatly, leaning against a wall.

I turned around and cast a last angry look at the darkened room. "For now."

"Just leave him. We don't need him anyways." he raised his shoulders nonchalantly. "We'll get him next time."

"Alright." I muttered reluctantly, "But he won't get a second chance from me after that."

"As you wish."

"And the new versions?"

"The Toys? They can't wait to start!" chuckled the bear as he pushed himself off the wall. Bubbling with excitement, I followed him back to the service room. The needles of the clock on the wall were almost on top of each other. It was almost midnight.

It was almost playtime.

3 AM. For one second, the flashlight above us lit up the gloomy service room with an almost unbearable light. Irritated, I slowly raised my head to see the blinking red LED of the security camera. The thing scanned Freddy, Chica and me for one second before it turned off again, along with the flashlight.

"My turn!" I stated happily as I pushed myself up and walked with confidence to the room's door. Like a hunting shark in the water I fell at home in the heavy, almost physical darkness of the Main Hall; the shadows that would make humans turn around in fear were my element. Turning my head to the right, I saw how the terrified guard shone his flashlight erratically at the giggling Toy Bonnie and Chica, making me smirk with satisfaction. We had generously decided to give them a little head start, as long as they kept true to our deal of waiting till the last moment to finish off the doomed man. After all, he had no chance to survive the night. And why rush the fun? We wanted to play with our new toy as long as we could before finally breaking it.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKS! cried out the panicked guard while the blue and yellow Toys crawled back into the vents of his office. The teen then turned around hastily to flash his light at the hallway, and at me. "You too?!" he blurted out with a voice drenched in anger and fear.

I started to slowly walk towards his lit-up office, making him cower behind his desk and hide his head in his hands. As soon as his eyes weren't on me, I slipped into the first party room and waited in front of the security camera. After a few moments, the little red light of the camera turned on, letting me know that my prey was watching me with horror. I stared directly at the lens before waving friendly at it. Then, chuckling with amusement, I raised my hand to slowly trace an imaginary line along the front of my throat with my index finger.

"I'm coming for you meatbag!" I said sweetly, not caring that the guard couldn't hear me. Like a man frozen in fear the camera kept its lens on me for a long time before it turned off again. Satisfied, I crawled into a vent and started to head back to the service room. That was fun!

5 AM. We all got our chance to terrify and torture the guard, but sadly, it was time to finish the game. The Toys were still out there taunting the man by going in and out of his office, waiting for us to end him. The problem now was who would get to do that.

"But I want to kill him!" whined Chica, crossing her yellow arms defiantly as she sat down on her spot in the Service Room.

"It'll be better for you to watch and learn." countered Foxy, "Besides, he surely doesn't stand a chance against me. Step up lads, 'cause it'll be two-zero after tonight!"

"Cocky Foxy." hummed the chicken, "You only won because you were right outside the door at that time."

"Yeah," added Freddy, "and because Bonnie slowed us down."

Everyone looked at me with their cold and accusatory eyes. Like a scolded child I turned my head away from them. "Not my fault." I huffed bitterly, "That stupid, stubborn brat is hard to take over."

"You're technically the same person doofus." taunted Chica, making Foxy and Freddy snicker at me.

"He's not me!" I snapped, "My name is Bonnie, that kid is dead, and there's nothing more to it."

"Aww, calm down Bon." soothed Freddy, "Those kids can fight as much as they want, but we all know how this is going to end. They can only last for so long before turning into us. At the end, evil always wins."

"Then we'll be able to play all we want!" added Foxy joyfully.

"And without any pesky interruptions." finished Chica.

I nodded enthusiastically before pushing myself up. "How about we share the prize today?" I proposed, "No winners, no losers, just us and the meatbag."

"I like that idea Bonnie." grunted Freddy as he stood up and limped to the door. Soon, the four of us were making our way to the office. The pallid guard turned on his flashlight just in time to see me slowly dragging my hand on the wall, making a piercing scraping noise as we neared him. At the same time, all five Toys crawled out of the vents and into his office.

"MONSTERS!" shrieked the man as the nine of us closed in on him like a pack of hungry wolves, laughing at his terror, "You're all MONSTERS!" He started to walk backwards to the corner with the two filing cabinets, only to stumble on the trashcan next to his desk and fall on the floor. "I didn't do ANYTHING to you!" Tears started to mix with the beads of sweat on his face as our shadows covered his thrown-down figure.

"So…" started Freddy, taking a step towards the man. "What do you say guys? Do we let him bleed out like last time, snap his neck, rip him apart slowly…"

"Let's see…" hummed my counterpart, "I think there's a spare suit that'll fit him just right!"

"Oh no, but I think it's a bit too small!" mocked Toy Chica sarcastically, "What do we do now?"

Unable to hear what we were saying the guard looked back and forth at us, now as confused as afraid. He crawled away further until his back was against the cabinet with the empty Freddy head on top.

"Don't worry!" answered Foxy brightly, "With a little push, I'm sure we'll manage to squeeze him in there alright. But off course," he let out his version of a twisted, hungry smile, "I'm afraid it'll be a bit tight for him."

We all laughed heartily at his joke, knowing perfectly well what would happen to the man.

"Alright then!" chirped Freddy as he bent down in front of the whimpering young man, "I hope you like the color brown."

The guard balled his fists at the huge robotic bear in front of him. "What are you trying to do, kill me?!" he snarled, "You're nothing more than a bunch of creepy ass, children animat-"

His insult turned into a desperate groan of pain as Freddy's hand clamped down on his throat. "I know you can't hear us," whispered the animatronic before hoisting the squirming man into the air, "so take that as our answer to your bad manners."

The young man's face began to turn as purple as his uniform while he tried to desperately land a punch or a kick on Freddy's body; but the teenager was throwing pebbles at a tank. We laughed mockingly at his pathetic struggles that grew weaker with each second. With his last bit of strength, the young man blindly kicked the filing cabinet behind him, making the empty head tilt on its side, roll off the top of the cabinet and land perfectly on the guard's head. Freddy immediately let go of the man and took a step back.

"What's wrong with you?!" asked Foxy angrily, "You're just going to let him go? We don't have much time left!"

"We're not allowed to touch any empty head." explained the bear, "Did you forget the rules?"

I remembered immediately when Walther first explained the game's rules to us. He said that we couldn't touch any empty head or endoskeleton unless it was the suit we were going to stuff the guard into.

"Yeah, but he also said that we had to do everything we could do to kill our target!"

"Who are they talking about?" asked Toy Freddy behind me, looking at how the older animatronics started to argue heatedly.

"An old friend." I answered without turning around to face him, unable to make up my mind. Both of them were right in their own way.

"Guys!" Chica stepped between the brown and red figures as the debate started to get dangerously passionate, and pulled them apart slightly with her broken wrists. "We all want to kill him now, but rules are rules Foxy." She faced the fox who only stared back at her with a blank expression.

"It's a shame, but she's right." I said flatly, "We have to follow the rules, always."

Foxy let out a low, rolling growl when he realized that he was alone in his reasoning. "Fine then." he mumbled casually, "You can just stay there if you want, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty!" In a sudden dash, he dodged his way around Chica and Freddy, and yanked the stunned man up with his good hand. Before anyone could protest he held the tip of his hook against the man's throat.

"I warned you, lads," he whispered darkly, "that it would be two-zero after tonight!"

He pulled back his hooked hand and swung the sharp piece of metal at the man's neck… but Foxy's body suddenly froze as the office's alarm clock started to beep monotonously.

6 AM. The glow in the fox' eyes faded away while his metallic body started to lean sideways, before it collapsed to the floor. Then, one by one, the animatronics fell down like dead trees; the lights of their eyes dimming slowly as they lost consciousness.

After less than half a minute, the masked guard and me were the only ones standing. We exchanged glances for one second. Then, I burst out in laughs at our pathetic loss.

"You… you l-lucky meatbag!" I wheezed as my vision started to grow dark, "We… we were so close!" I fell to my knees, my body weakened by my laughter; or was it the fact that my time was up? "Next time, I will be the first to play." I raised my head to look directly into the man's terrified, teary eyes under the headpiece. I was now growling with anger and frustration. "Next time, I will be the one to kill you!"

The sounds around me faded away, and all I could see was black. Defeated, I let myself fall down. "Enjoy what little time you have left, brat." I muttered mentally, "Because soon, the only thing that will be left of you, will be me!" With that last thought, I lost myself in a deep, dark sleep.

I woke up with a gasp. Through my hazy sight, I realized that I was in the security office along with everyone else. I began to fear the worse, but I let out a sigh of relief as the last memories of what had just happened came back to me.

The guard had survived the night.

"Bonnie?" I heard Ferny say as he approached my thrown-down body, "Ye alright?" He stretched out his hook to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I grabbed the curved metal and let him pull me up. "That was…"

"Bad." he whispered, "But not as bad as last time." I nodded as he sighed. "I was so close to kill again…"

"But nothing happened, right? Everything is fine!"

Just as I said that, a soft whimper made my ears rise. I turned around to see a melancholic Junior and Mini sitting next to a crying TB, who covered his eyes with his hands as he sobbed helplessly. Balloons and Mangle were sitting against a wall close to the vent, looking down at the floor with gloomy eyes. My brother and Sarah stared blankly at the miserable-looking Toys. I could barely recognize the band of cheery and happy kids that we were mere days ago. Strangely, Marionette was nowhere to be seen.

I walked up to the three main Toys, and knelt in front of TB. "Hey little me." I whispered softly, trying to hide away my own guilt, "It's okay, he got away."

"Wh-what's w-wrong with m-me?" He uncovered his face to look up at me with his pained green eyes. "The m-man was right… I'm…" He buried his head in his arms as he cried out in a heart-breaking wail "I'm a MONSTER!"

"Don't say that!" I replied, more sternly than I wanted, "Would a monster play hide and seek with my friends? Would a monster play Pac-Man for me because I'm missing an arm? Would he stay and watch fireworks with me through the night?" TB looked up at me with slight confusion; his sobbing was becoming weaker. "You're not a monster, you're my friend. The only monster here is whoever makes us do these things!"

My counterpart shook his head slightly. "It… it still feels terrible…"

"I know little me." I opened my chest and pulled out the plastic rose, holding it in front of him. "But we have each other and our friends. We'll get through this together, I promise."

Still sniffing, TB grabbed the flower from my hand and looked down at it with slightly brighter eyes. "Thank you Mr. Bonnie." he whispered.

"Anytime." I ruffled his ears, making him giggle softly as he lowered his head a bit. "Now, there's someone I need to check on. I'll be right back, okay?"

He nodded while I stood up and stepped into the corridor of the party rooms. I walked past the Main Hall and into the Game Area towards the kitchen and opened the door. The shelf that covered the entrance to the secret room was perfectly in place, adding to my sense of relief. Then I heard it.

"NO! G-GO AWAY!" Jack was screaming behind the shelf, terrified and desperate.

With a new sense of distress I sprinted to the piece of furniture. "Jack, it's me!" I called out as I leaned my shoulder against the wood of the shelf and began to push with all my strength. "Stay calm, I'm coming buddy!"

My servos squealed and my joints burned as I slowly pushed the heavy thing aside, uncovering the hole in the wall. From the far corner of the small, dark room, Jack looked at me with his terrified pinpoint eyes, just like a year ago. But this time, he wasn't afraid of me.

"What's wrong?" I panted, kneeling down in front of him. He was trembling intensely, and it wasn't until now that I realized how cold the room was; it was like stepping into a freezer. I knew I'd felt this kind of cold before, but I didn't remember where.

"H-h-he's…he's…" he stuttered, staring blankly at something in another part of the room and pointing a trembling finger at it.

"Yes?" I asked calmly.

"H-he's bee… b-b-behind you!"

I quickly turned around to see what he was pointing at. There, in the darkest corner of the room, two dead and empty white eyes looked at us with an almost friendly interest. Below the two orbs a bright, skeletal smile appeared out of thin air.

"H-hellooo b-bud-d-dy!" greeted Shadow Bonnie as it stepped towards us, blocking the exit with its pitch black and flickering body, "I'm SO gl-glaaaad you j-j-joined our party!" Terrified, I crawled back next to Jack as the giggling Shadow made its way to us. "Be n-n-nice and sssstillll…" it purred, "And s-s-soon we'll ALL b-be the s-s-same... WE'LL ALL BE FRIENDS!"

A/N: I hope you like cliffhangers ;)

Luckily for us, I'm mostly clear this week, so expect the next chap in 7 days. Until then, stay safe and stay calm. See ya!