A/N: Welcome back guys. Here's a little plottwist that I've been hinting at since chapter 5. Hope you like it ;)

Also, I really wanted to finish tape 2 in this chapter, but it's simply impossible. I'm currently abroad, so I don't have my laptop with me, meaning you'll have to wait a bit for the next chap; sorry for that. And since I'm posting from a tablet I apologize for for the typos that I surely made

Finally, there are lots of references to previous installments. I recommend giving a quick read to chapters 5, 6, 10 and 13; but off course that's up to you. In any case, happy reading and let me know how you liked it!

Chapter 34: Cold blood

"We're waiting Bonnie!" mocked Walther in a sing-song voice as he tapped the red book's cover casually. "I'd start right now, for your friends' sake."

TB raised his head with great effort, glaring at me with confusion and uncertainty. "Why a-are they calling y-you Brandon?" he groaned, "Y-you said that you d-didn't know who he was."

"Don, I can tell them if you want." offered my brother, whispering close to my ear.

"No." was my dry answer, "They want me to do it, so I'll do it."

My legs didn't move when I tried to take a step to the knelt-down Toys, and I realized with anger that Walther had blocked our bodies once again using his special seal; there was no way to get to him or Marionette, at least for now. The rain had worsened yet again; it battered the roof and the back wall of the office constantly, without slowing down for one moment.

I stood silent for a few seconds, trying to come up with an explanation that the Toys could understand. After a while, I tried to look at my counterpart in the eyes, but I didn't have the strength to do so. Staring at a blank space between the Toys, I told them everything in the most leveled voice I could.

"I am not Bonnie. I am not a character that was designed to keep kids happy. I am not a killer robot that enjoys what he does at night, what you two made me… no, made us do." I threw a defiant glare at Walther and Marionette, who in turned looked at me with curiosity and doubt. "My name is Brandon Williams, and I am a human, just like them," I turned to look at my friends behind me, "and just like you." I stared back at the shocked and confused Toys before me.

"Last year I went to a Freddy's that was smaller than this place with my friends. There was nothing special about us. We were normal kids, just like everyone else who comes here. Back then I only had three friends: Sarah," I looked at Chica's body, "Ferny," I did the same to Foxy, "and my brother Sean." Finally, I let my gaze fall on Freddy, and my brother looked back at me with familiar, warmly glowing blue eyes. "After the show we realized that we had tickets for a special party we didn't pay for. They told me that I could bring four people with me, so I brought my three friends and another kid that I saw alone in the back of the pizzeria." I turned around to look at the beaten-down golden animatronic suit a few feet behind me. "His name is Jack Schmidt, and because of me he's here right now. He has a brother that he loves and misses, and because of me, he's…"

I stopped suddenly, looking down and clenching my fist as I tried to hold back my crying. Then, there were some steps behind me, before I felt a heavy hand lay itself gently on my shoulder. "It was n-not your fault." whispered Jack warmly, "Please, s-stop saying that."

Sighing, I nodded as he pulled back his hand. "The party was a trap. We were all killed by a man pretending to be an employee in a costume." I raised my head to look at my killer straight in his indifferent eyes. "It was this man." I spat out with rage, "His name is Walther. He killed my two best friends, my brother, Jack and me. Months later, he killed you as well, together with Mangle and Balloons. But he arranged everything so the man who was supposed to be in the costume got all the blame, along with Jeremy, who is also my second cousin. When we woke up we found ourselves in these bodies."

"But, why can you remember?" asked Mini feebly, "I believe you Mr. Bonn… Brandon, but if the same happened to us we would remember."

"We're like this now because of things called blood seals." I answered, "They're symbols made with our own blood after we were murdered. To live on this world each one of us needs two of them: one on our bodies and one inside that red book next to our killer. But to make all the other ones work we need three special pairs of seals as well. Walther has one, and he can freeze our bodies with them. Jack has another that he can use to connect with souls. Marionette has the third, one that can change minds. He used that seal to make you forget all about yourselves, and he convinced us that it was better to keep that secret from you." When I looked back at the Toys, I saw three pairs of heartbroken eyes, looking at us in disbelief.

"I'm sorry." I whispered with regret and sorrow, "I'm so sorry."

"We're all sorry." added Sean next to me, "We should've told you months ago."

"So, we're real kids but we can't remember any of it?" asked Junior feebly, his blue eyes low on the ground. Slowly, I nodded once.

"Who are we then?!" demanded Mini in a painful wail, "What are our names?! Who are our families?!" She looked up at us pleadingly, and whimpered "You know something, right? You must know something."

Junior and TB then stared at me with the same begging expression. Letting out a heavy sigh, I answered "We don't."

The three Toys lowered their heads slowly and almost simultaneously; heartbroken eyes low to the ground. Mini started to sob silently, turning her head slightly to look away from us, her shoulders trembling. 'This is it.' I thought, my heart heavy with regret. 'This is what we tried to avoid for so long.'

"Brandon, did you know about Marionette?" asked Sarah with a low voice.

I nodded. "Around a week ago I was about to hurt Jack, but he managed to use his seal to get me back. Right after the night, I saw Marionette talking with Walther while you were still unconscious." Glaring at the manipulator and the murderer, I hissed angrily "The puppet used his seal to turn us into killers at night."

"Wait, it's his fault?!" interrupted Ferny, staring at me with incredulous yellow eyes. "I… I killed that man a year ago." He then turned his furious gaze at the puppet, who only stared back with an air of indifference. Fer's voice turned into a low and hateful rumble. "I thought it was my fault for all this time. I hated myself for it, and meanwhile you smiled and laughed with us all. We… WE TRUSTED YOU!" His body shook and he growled with anger as he tried to move, baring his fangs at the nonchalant puppet.

"Now you know how it feels." murmured Marionette flatly, "The anger, pain and sadness of being betrayed, of being alone. You whiny brats at least had someone that cared for you, someone that loved you. I never had anyone. But off course, that was my old life." He raised his black and spindly hand, moving its fingers slowly in front of his face as he looked at them with awe. "This is the best thing that could've happened to me, and it was thanks to this man."

The puppet looked at Walther, who in turn stood up from the desk and gave us all a dramatic bow. "It feels good to be appreciated." said our killer giddily as he started to stroll around the room. "In time you will all be thankful to me, but meanwhile you might be wondering: 'Why us? What did we do to deserve this?' Well guys, it's all because of two brothers that you all had the bad luck to know."

The man in purple turned around to look at Sean and me with a sly grin. "What are you talking about?" muttered my brother, anger seeping through his voice.

Walther boasted another excited, child-like grin. "You see guys, Marionette hated those brothers because they had the family, friends and happiness that he never knew, but I hated them for a more personal reason." His grin grew even wider, letting us all know he was dying to tell us what he said next.

"Once upon a time these two brothers, Brandon and Sean, had a dad named Benjamin, who was a police officer. In that time I had a brother, Al. He was older than me and had a few friends, and they happened to like gambling, just like me. The thing is, we all liked to play with things that are illegal. I'm sure you know what I mean, or at least you will once you grow up. It was a hobby; we minded our own business and we only hurt people that deserved or needed to be hurt. At the end of the day, it was all in good fun."

By now my brother and I were entranced by Walther's words as we followed him with unbelieving stares. The murderer's eyes glossed over as he looked away from us, before letting out a nostalgic smile and sigh. He remained still for a few seconds, then his pleased expression was suddenly replaced by a hateful frown. "That was until that dirty cop showed up." he growled through clenched teeth, "Al, the boys and me were leaving Marco's apartment, about to cross the street, when a patrol car stopped right in front of us."

Our killer shook his head in indignation, stomping hard on the floor as he kept strolling around the office. "Brandon and Sean's daddy, that idiot cop, stepped out of the car with his partner, and said that he was going to arrest us! Arrest us!" Walther let out an angry chuckle. "The damn nerve of that guy; we were five, they were two."

"What… what are you saying?!" I blurted out, unable to believe what he told, "What did you do?!"

Our killer suddenly turned around to glare at me with blazing, furious eyes as he quickly made his way to me, and hissed out "My brother panicked, so he pulled his revolver and fired. It hit the car. Benjamin's companion took cover, but the war-hero-daddy-of-two simply raised his gun and shot my brother in cold blood. My… own… brother!" Walther's face was now right in front of mine, and he bared his teeth in animalistic fury as I felt how reality crushed me from inside; I already knew what he was going to say.

Walther then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and smiled pleasantly at Sean as he stepped up to him. The man in purple then asked my brother with poisonous sweetness "So, what did I do?"

"You shot him." whispered Sean in shock and horror, "You killed Dad."

Our killer grinned at him with excitement and pride, nodding. "And then I killed his disgusting offspring, their snotty friends, and as an extra…" He cocked his head casually at the astonished Toys. "Al would be proud of me."

I felt lightheaded and nauseated; my legs were suddenly too weak to hold my body. If I wasn't paralyzed in that position I would've fallen on my knees. A thunder roared in the distance as my brother lowered his head, gritting his teeth, his fists balled and trembling with unimaginable hate.

Our killer simply let out a short, arrogant chuckle at the display. "What's wrong Freddy?" he taunted, his face inches away from my brother's lowered head, "Is something troubling you? Don't tell me you still believe that kid is alive. He's gone, just like his brother, his daddy and his friends. I killed them all to avenge Al and give you a wonderful life. So, what's the matter?"

"I would be careful" advised Marionette with crossed arms, inspecting Sean and me with his hollow eyes, "He's furious, more than you can ever imagine. I can feel his rage, and it's… strong."

Walther turned around to look at the puppet. "So?" he huffed, smirking at the lanky figure before leaning in close to my brother once more. "There's nothi-"

Sean's huge metal fist rammed into our killer's stomach, turning his words into a painful gasp for air as he bent over, clutching his midsection. "H-how…" he groaned, looking up at my brother, but the tall man was interrupted by a harder blow against his chin that sent him flying a few feet back, right in front of the desk with the red book.

"IT WAS YOU!" roared Sean, his voice distorted by rage. I could feel how my body loosened up as Walther struggled to get on his knees, his face looking down. "YOU KILLED DAD!" All eyes in the room followed the massive brown figure as he started to take some big, laborious steps towards the man. "YOU KILLED HIM!" Walther looked up just in time to see the growling animatronic stop in front of him, covering the man with its shadow. Without mercy or grace he grabbed the man by his neck, hoisting up until he was face to face with two blazing blue eyes.

"Why aren't you bleeding?!" demanded the creature that was supposed to be my brother, "You should be bleeding!"

"It's… it's my seal." wheezed Walther, "My body… I'm m-more resistant than a regular g-guy." Flashing a little smile, he teased in a hoarse whisper "You're g-gonna have to do a l-little bit more than that."

Sean answered with another bestial roar, slamming the man against the office desk. The cheap piece of furniture immediately exploded into a hundred pieces of plywood, sending the desk fan, monitors and papers on it flying around the two. The red book was catapulted from the table to the middle of the office, stopping a few feet in front of me and Marionette, right as I felt how the last bit of control that Walther had over our bodies faded away.

The puppet and I stared at each other in the eyes for just an instant, then each one of us made a short and desperate rush to the book. He swapped it off the floor with a smooth sweep of his long arm, but I immediately grabbed the wrist of his hand holding the thing. Without thinking I shoved him against the nearest wall, crushing his slender frame against it with my armless shoulder as he groaned in pain. After a few seconds I felt his body give out under the pressure; he slid down when I took a small step back from him, my hand still squeezing his wrists with hopefully-painful strength.

"I'm w-warning you, Pizza Boy." panted Marionette helplessly, slumped down against the wall, his other arm wrapped around his crushed chest, "Don't… don't do anything you'll regret." He looked up at me with fear in his eyes, just like he did some nights ago with Bucky. I realized with evil joy that he was afraid of me. "I… I know that y-you're angry."

"But it's okay to be angry, isn't it?" I cooed mockingly, savoring sweet revenge. There was a constant banging and growling behind me, and it was obvious to me that Sean was battering Walther relentlessly with iron fists. "I thought it was better not to hold back and just let all my anger take over me." A hint of pure hate appeared in Marionette's scared gaze. "Thanks for the tip puppet, you were completely right."

I raised my metal foot all I could, before slamming it on top of Marionette's midsection, cracking the tiles beneath him. He let out a series of low-pitched groans as I twisted my foot, grinding him against the floor. "Let. It. Go." I growled, leaning my whole weight on top of him.

With visible effort and pain he managed to lift his head up to see me with pinpoint eyes that faded in and out, and gasped weakly "Ghh… Give you the b-book? So y-you can erase Walther and e-end this?" He raised his head a bit more, and muttered "No, thank you."

It was the answer I was hoping for. I tightened my grip around his wrist all I could, and began to slowly pull back his arm. When Marionette tried to rise up with me I pushed him down with my foot, applying more pressure. He panted and grunted in pain as I stretched out his arm completely, and then I kept pulling. His low grunts turned into full-out screams as the fabric around his shoulder began to tear and part, exposing bits of white stuffing.

"Now you'll know how it feels to lose an arm." I stated coldly. There was an audible rip when all the little tears began to connect and grow, signaling that the cloth and thread were about to give out; the puppet wailed in agony. Meanwhile, louder thunders boomed along with the ever-present rain and sounds of metal fists against flesh. But among all this noise and chaos, a single voice rung loud and clear.

"STOP! STOP NOW, PLEASE!"

TB's desperate wail silenced and froze everything and everyone. I kept holding Marionette's arm but stopped pulling, and turned around to see what was going on behind me.

Jack stared at me with surprised and fearful eyes, while Sarah tried to hush him to the other side of the room. Unsure and nervous, Ferny glared at me with his hook raised, surely afraid that I had turned after seeing the way I tortured the puppet. Sean was on his knees in front of Walther, who was sprawled over the bed of broken wood like a ragdoll. The man coughed blood every time he took a breath; his face and neck completely crimson. My brother then opened his fists, and stared at his red-tainted hands with a neutral expression. Junior and Mini inspected him with slight distrust, while TB looked straight at me with pained green eyes.

'How beautiful.' complemented a clear voice inside my head, 'Doesn't it feel wonderful to let all that hate and anger out? Don't you love the burning-hot rage flowing through your body? Common kid, don't tell me this isn't the most fun you've had in a long time.'

'What are you?' I thought angrily, 'How did you get inside my head?'

The thing chuckled. 'I've always been here idiot, but I simply wasn't strong enough to talk to you before. You know me well, in fact, you could say I'm a part of you that's just starting to really grow.' I now recognized that voice as my own. 'By the way, thank you for feeding me.'

"Bonnie." I gasped aloud, though no one seemed to notice.

He huffed in annoyance. 'I didn't choose my name, but yes, it's me.' His voice then took a more happy, proud tone as he said 'I must say that I'm surprised. I know it's just a matter of time before I take over you completely, but I didn't expect that you'd turn into me first! Your brother and you are fast learners.'

'I am not like you.'

Bonnie let out a short, satisfied giggle that sounded terrifyingly identical to mine. 'I knew you'd say that, Brandon.'

'You shouldn't know my name.' I thought nervously.

'And you shouldn't tear someone's arm off.' was his nonchalant reply, 'But here you are, doing it, enjoying it. So please, don't mind me. Just give in to that delicious revenge you're enjoying, together with your brother. We'd hate to interrupt your party, but then again...' Bonnie's voice became bitter and hateful once again. 'We also hate it when you interrupt ours.'

I looked down at Marionette, who was huffing in pain on the floor and glaring at me with pure, unmasked hate. He didn't even try to wrestle himself from my foot. Thinking about Bonnie's words, fighting the temptation to cause Marionette more pain, I said flatly "Just give me the book puppet. I promise I won't hurt you, unless you do something stupid"

"H-how do I know you're..." he grunted in pain, "How do I k-know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm not you."

Marionette glared at me silently for a few seconds, before simply opening his hand holding the book; the thing promptly fell at my feet. Without taking my eyes off him I finally released his wrist and picked up the red book, surprised that he didn't make any sudden movements.

I turned my eyes to the red and yellow figures eyeing me defensively, before asking them in a monotone, tired voice "Sarah, Fer, could you help get the Toys on their feet?"

They both relaxed their posture immediately; Ferny lowered his hook while Sarah stepped aside from Jack, but all three still seemed wary of me. Noticing this, I told them "It's me guys. I promise that it's me."

"Okay" was the only thing Ferny said as he and Sarah walked to the knelt down figures. Sighing, I waved Jack over to come closer to me, and he did so trustfully.

"Wh... What's the matter F-Freddy?" groaned Walther, somehow managing to sound mocking and in control. "H-Here..." The man coughed violently, spraying tiny drops of blood and saliva over the clean wood. "Here I am, bleeding j-just like you wanted. But, you don't s-seem very happy." He paused for a moment, as if trying to come up with an explanation. "This isn't enough f-for you, is it? You don't want to hurt me." He flashed a crimson grin at my brother. "You want to k-kill me."

"You're damn right." murmured my brother without shame or pride, "The only thing I want to do is murder you in the most slow, painful way I can think of. Every time you ask me for mercy I'd ask someone to cause you more pain." His words shocked us, but at the same time we all shared the same desire deep down in our hearts.

"Yes, I want to kill you, but that wouldn't solve much." continued Sean dryly, "There is only one thing that can save us from being here forever, and I won't even have to kill you." He then turned his cold blue eyes at me. "But Don will have to erase you."

"A-are you sure?" I questioned nervously, suddenly feeling powerless and unsure.

My brother gave me a slow, purposeful nod. "Finish this private. Finish this so we can see Dad again."