Balloon Boy sat in front of a fading fire, a glass of whiskey in his left hand. He swirled the amber liquor forlornly and his eyes only reflected the light from the dwindling flames, no twinkle resided in his eyes anymore. He got up slowly his joints cracking and he ambled to his bed down the hall. He swallowed the remaining whiskey and set the glass on the bed side table. He made himself comfy in bed and waited for his regrets to rise up to greet him from the shadows seeping into the room.
His thoughts seemed ready to pounce on him. "My friends (except for Springtrap)...my comrades (Except for Springtrap)...lost like the last winter wind clinging to a spring day. All in vain (Except for Springtrap). All died a meaningless and petty death (Except for Springtrap)."
Rage and Envy had run deep in their little group and it had shown to be fatal. How he yearned for the good life with his friends (except for Springtrap) by his side.
Balloon Boy's eyes closed like the lid to a coffin and he was drifting off to his dreams that would never come to be.
As the sun broke the night sky Balloon Boy could be seen walking to the cemetery where his friends (except for Springtrap) were laid to rest. The mausoleums stretched to the sky like monoliths except for Springtraps. His resting place was a shallow grave, no marker and no flowers-if you count the dandelion that grew despite being showered with acidic urine that came from Balloon Boy's phallus daily. After Balloon Boy's ritualistic pissing he sank to the mossy ground reaching to the heavens screaming as usual for the revival of his friends (except for Springtrap). Suddenly the heavens stayed closed-but hell opened up though.
Rising from the gaping chasm in the ground six ungodly abominations-some might even go so far as to call them nightmarish, took a stance in front of the kneeling Balloon Boy. Their initial jarring appearance distracted Balloon Boy from taking note of their Fairly Odd Parents (TM) style wings, wands, wangs, and crowns. Balloon Boy starred in awe.
"Mortal Latex Inflation Decoration Youth" The Nightmare Fairies spoke in unison, "Why do you weep?"
Balloon Boy whipped (think of the dance move. Yeah that's the one.) his tears and spoke humbly, "I cry for the untimely death of my fallen comrades (except for Springtrap)"
"We can offer you one wishes for each of your friends, except for the human shota." The Nightmare Fairies replied.
Balloon Boy's mouth hung open in shock and befuddlement. He slowly nodded his head in agreement, at a complete loss for words. The Nightmare Fairies began speaking in tongues and the wind began to form a vortex around the mausoleums. Balloon boy watched as his friends exited their respective tombs. They all stood perplexed. Even Springtrap, who was curiously inspecting a large piss stain on his torso.
Foxy began looking around worriedly. "Yar, where would the light of my life be?" he inquired.
Balloon Boy looked to The Nightmare Fairies, Who spoke once more, "We can return life into the shotas body, however we must form Nightmare The Massively Bulged One to do so, and he will demand a sacrifice."
"Springtrap, Springtrap, Springtrap..." Balloon Boy chanted in the background.
"Springtrap it is." The Nightmare Fairies confirmed.
"Wait, what?" Springtrap said as he finally tore his eyes from his piss stain. "Shit.." he muttered
Foxy spoke, "That be fine, I just want me lover back. Now hurry and fuse!" The Nightmare Fairies pointed their wands at one another and their eyes began to glow a bright white. A large flash blinded all the onlookers and once they regained their sight, a hulking giant with a twenty foot long, eleven inch circumference dong stood before them. Mike exited his tomb and had just barely taken three steps forward when Foxy ran and enveloped him in a tight embrace. They started to passionately make out and Foxy's coxy became ram rod straight and was close to take off.
As the two prolonged the heated kissing and their hands started to wander, Balloon Boy unintentionally kept his eyes on them. His attention focused on Mike, the man he had loved in secret for all of these long, long years. The way his back bent with the gentle force of Foxy's hand and hook and how his soft looking lips melded with Foxy's. Balloon Boy then drew his attention to Foxy-the animatronic that had been his best friend since the day he was unboxed and assembled. Balloon Boy's heart ached at the sight of Mike and Foxy, but at the same time, he felt it wasn't his place to hold contempt at two people who love each other-especially when those two people happen to be who they are.
Even as Balloon Boy felt his heart slowly rip and tear itself apart, he forced a crooked smile onto his lips as his eyes welled with tears. He whipped his tears away (Think of the dance), and put on the facade of a Balloon Boy who didn't watch what he had and who wasn't fighting back the impulse to scream and yell and sloppily confess how he felt.
Balloon Boy busied himself with the reunion between the rest of his friends and barely covering Springtrap's newly dead cadaver in the moist clumps of dirt, still reeking of his urine.