So, you like my Nightmare? Trust me, when it comes into the story...you guys are going to flip! A lot of you seem to think that Night's a boy...it could be a girl like what I did with Gold...or I could just be making you doubt your decision because I'm evil like that.

The references, one person actually got one! It's Max and her family's names. Dad: James, sisters: Wisty and Max and brother Daniel Dylan. James I got from James Patterson and his three kids are characters from his series. Wisty's from the Witch And Wizard book, Max is from Maximum Ride (one of my favorites!) and Daniel has a two character name. Daniel from Daniel X and Dylan from Maximum Ride.

Anyway, this one's bit of a filler chapter. It is night 4, little Robby's been released from the hospital and is in a wheelchair to keep the stiches from breaking...but little Robby's not alone. Someone comes and helps him on this next night. And...I've got a little humor in here just to lighten it up a bit because of the heart-breaker ending I've got on this one.

Chapter 13

"You're sure you want to do this?" Jeremy asked as he wheeled his adopted son into Andrew's home.

"I have to do this," little Robby told him, "And besides…I have you to help me,"

"True that,"

Andrew had decided he was going to take a few days away from the house…finding out that his two children haunted the place…along with their friends and their murderer…it was a little too much for his heart to take at the moment. The doctor said that he needed a few days at least.

So, little Robby decided to go back to the house in any case…but this time, Jeremy was coming with him. The older man was not taking any chances. He was going to make sure that the boy was going to be safe. Well…that…and he was going to see if Emily would wake for him.

Needless to say, the ghosts were not exactly pleased that the boy was endangering himself again.

"Now I know how you guys felt when I kept coming back," Mike muttered as Jeremy and little Robby got set up in the room.

"Gee, ya think?" her brother grumbled, making his little sister elbow him, "I just can't believe that I'm not the only one who caused a Bite,"

"Yeah, I've been wondering about that too…" Mike murmured, looking to the side as Gold materialized beside her for the first time after little Robby found out their secret, "Why didn't you tell me you bit someone?"

"I thought I did…" Robby started only to get shushed by his sister.

"Not you, her," Mike explained before looking at her dark half again.

"One: You never asked," Gold deadpanned, crossing her arms as her own ears lowered, "And two:…I…I didn't want to talk about it. It was an accident and I…"

She bowed her head.

"I didn't mean to," she whispered, "When switched to animatronic mode, we have to follow programming otherwise our servos lock up…something that I found out when Emily was killed. I didn't realize that James Chase was in my mouth until I bit down and…and…"

She shuddered, remembering the horrible crunch and the warm, slick feeling of his blood dripping through her gears.

"Look, I don't want to remember it," she growled tersely, "It was a dark time in my history and I'd prefer it if we didn't speak of it again,"

"Gold, we're siblings, you can tell me," Mike told her, "Andrew created you and Spring…and like it or not…he is mine and Robby's…father…so that makes the four of us siblings,"

Gold gave a bitter laugh.

"The man I looked up to, who I trusted, who built me, ended up beating you…my sister…just for the heck of it sometimes," she huffed, "Serves me right to trust humans. They never fail to rear their dark side,"

"Jeremy hasn't…my son hasn't…" Mike told her.

"Neither did your mother," Gold agreed, "Alright…not all humans are bad,"

"How well did you know Mama?" Mike asked.

Gold gave a sly smile.

"Well, who do you think programmed me? It wasn't Andrew who made my voice, my personality…all Andrew did was build my frame. Heh, he wanted me to be male…but Anna had other plans. She made me who I am. So, in all honesty…Anna is my real creator,"

"Mama never told me that,"

"Anna didn't like to boast about her abilities…but she was very good at what she did," Gold smiled, "She actually did a lot of the work on Spring as well…Anna played a joke on Andrew because Spring was supposed to be the girl in the band while I was the male…Anna switched it on him and he didn't find out until he showed us to the owner of the diner,"

"Sounds like something Mama would do," Mike smiled.

"What?" Robby asked.

"Mama was the one who actually programmed Spring and Gold," Mike explained, making her brother blink in shock, "I know, right? Turns out Mama was the one who decided what gender they were going to be and their personalities,"

"I guess…we do have a piece of Mama still with us," Robby said with a smile.

"That we do," Mike nodded as Gold faded away, "C'mon, let's go make sure that my son and your human are settled in,"

"…You're not going to let that go are you?" Robby deadpanned, his tail flicking as Mike grinned.

"Heh, nope!" she chuckled.

"Hey, if you go after him and Robby tonight…does that mean I get to kick the stuffing out of you because he's my human?"

"I'd like to see you try," Mike growled, shoving him playfully and making him give a bark of laughter.

"And you said I'm the child!" Robby teased.

"'Cause you are! I don't care how old you look," she told him, "You're still twelve years old,"

"Eh, true," Robby shrugged, making Mike laugh and lean her head on his shoulder as the two walked towards the room.

"So, what's going to be the gameplan," Jeremy asked as he sat on the foot of the bed.

"Huh?" little Robby asked.

The older man sighed and shook his head.

"Lil' Capt'n…" he started, "You're talking to a former Fazbear Nightguard. When dealing with rogue bots…there's always little tics they have that tell you what they're going to do. For example: when your mother worked at the second location, Bonnie and Foxy would always come from the right, Freddy and Chica from the left. When I worked at the first location: Marionette would only come out when the music box went out,"

"Oh…that's what you mean!" the boy sighed, "Anyway…Bonnie comes from the left, Chica from the right…Freddy only comes out if the three Stooges are on the bed together for too long. Um…Foxy I've spotted in both hallways though, but he only attacks from the closet,"

"And your mother?"

The boy's golden eyes flashed in slight fear.

"I…I don't know," he admitted, "I don't know about her, Spring or your sister…"

"Well…this ought to be fun,"

"What ought to be fun?"

Both guards jumped as Matt gave a smirk, bearing his sharp teeth in a grin.

"Um…Matt?" little Robby asked.

"Yeah?"

"Good, not Freddy," Jeremy breathed in relief, "You know…Robby told me you were terrifying…I didn't believe how terrifying until now. I didn't really get a close look whenever I picked him up a few days ago,"

"I didn't ask to be like this," Matt grumbled, "If I had my way, I'd be alive and with my niece and nephew and giving them a hard time…but…"

He grunted as the three Stooges leaped on him, giggling.

"It has some perks, I guess…" he smiled, "I get to see what it's like to be somewhat of a dad,"

"We love you too, Daddy!" the three chirped, giggling some more.

"So who's out tonight?"

Matt shrugged.

"Looked like Bonnie, Chica and Foxy," he said, "Mike got outta there almost instantly and Spring tried to talk to Marionette and get her to not come after you both…but I'm not sure if it worked or not…I got out pretty quick and took these three with me. If she gets all three of them then I'm gone and if she gets me, they're all gone. Strangely enough, if they get woke up…it won't wake me up until someone actually tries,"

"Yeah, just squeak your nose," Jeremy grinned.

Matt's glowing eyes narrowed, darkening slightly.

"No more squeaking my nose, Jeremy," he growled, "I warned him, and I'm warning you. I don't like it…"

"But it works," Jeremy pressed.

"Don't you have a door to check on?" Matt hissed.

"On it," little Robby called, wheeling over to the right door and opening it.

After a few seconds of hearing nothing, Robby shone the light down the hall…just to see Chica slide back behind the corner, hissing as the flashlight blinded her.

"Uhuh!" little Robby called, "Stay back there, Chica!"

He wheeled himself backwards and towards the other door.

"I have to get back in my spot," Matt told Jeremy, "If I don't…I start to lose it,"

He shook his head, his ears flicking back as his eyes flickered.

"Ugh, even now Marionette's trying really hard," he growled, "If they get in, I'll help fend them off…but I won't be able to do much else,"

"Can we stay and watch, Daddy?" one of the minions asked.

Matt nodded.

"You three can stay, Curly," he told, "But if you see Marionette, you get down with me, ok?"

"Okay!" the three minions chirped as Matt faded into a slim shadow and slunk under the bed.

"Whoa…your powers have grown, Matt," Jeremy whispered.

"Found out I could do it not too long after we moved here," came Matt's reply, "I can go just about anywhere and I'm hard to catch. Downside is that Mike can just manipulate me when I do that…since she has the same ability,"

Little Robby smiled as he heard his dad and Matt talking as they used to do. Maybe when this was over, Jeremy'd be able to wake up Emily and Marionette wouldn't be a problem anymore!

He was so focused on Jeremy and Matt's conversation, that he didn't notice the ragged breath right outside the door…so that when he flashed the flashlight…

SCREEEEEEE!

Bonnie lifted Robby clear out of the wheel chair. The boy, out of sheer terror, lashed out and struck the rabbit in the nose.

HONK!

The black eyes flashed crimson and Sam dropped little Robby back in the chair, rubbing his nose.

"Owww," the rabbit whined, "Why'd you do that?!"

The living boy blinked before reaching up and poking Sam's nose again.

HONK!

Sam's crimson gaze went wide.

"Please tell me that was not me!" he begged, only for the boy to snicker and poke the nose a third time, making it honk once more, "NO! NO ONE TELLS MATT!"

"No one tells Matt what?" the bear asked, fading back in and smirking evilly as he walked towards the violet rabbit.

"Um…nothing!" Sam squeaked right as Matt's blue eyes sparkled mischievously…and he poked the rabbit's nose.

HONK!

"PAYBACK!" Matt roared gleefully, repeatedly poking his friend in the nose.

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

"NO! MATT! STOP IT!" Sam wailed.

"Doesn't feel so good now does it?!" Matt demanded, "Huh, Sam?"

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I APOLOGIZE FOR POKING YOUR NOSE SO MANY TIMES!"

"And?"

"FOR CALLING YOU SQUEAKY MCSQUEAKERTON!" Sam howled.

"FINALLY!" Matt crowed, "THERE IS JUSTICE IN THE WORLD!"

"I did not know his nose honked," Jeremy grinned as Robby wheeled back towards his adopted father.

"Mama's nose squeaks like Matt's," the boy offered, "I haven't tried it because Matt says it just makes her mad,"

"Good point,"

Suddenly, the closet door squeaked and all the people, living and dead, froze at the sound.

"Whatever you do," Matt said slowly, "Do not shine the light on that door. He's here,"

"How do you know?" Jeremy asked.

"We can sense each other when we're close," Sam said, "Foxy's in the closet and…"

The rabbit's crimson eyes widened.

"Close the other door! NOW! She's right outside! She's getting ready to come in!"

Jeremy bolted to the door, holding the door shut and cutting off Chica's entrance, making her screech in indignation while Robby wheeled towards the closet door and held it shut, hearing Foxy scrabbling to get it open.

"No, no, no!" little Robby thought as he held the door shut, "Uncle Robby, you're not getting out of there…"

He looked up just to see Sam and Matt both gone. He nearly opened his mouth to chastise them…but when he saw something else, he froze.

"Um…Dad…" he started slowly.

"I think she left," Jeremy panted as he opened the door and shone the light down the hall, "Yeah, she's gone,"

"Daaaaad!" Robby cried.

"What?" Jeremy asked, turning around…only to freeze as he saw the slender, black and white form standing in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing here?" Marionette demanded, glaring heatedly at Jeremy, "This is not your place…"

"Hey, Em…long time," Jeremy said softly, walking towards the creature.

"I am not Emily, Mr. Fitzgerald," Marionette growled, "Emily is…"

"I know you're in there," Jeremy continued, "It's time to wake up now, Em,"

"I AM NOT EMILY!" Marionette shrieked.

"I'm not talking to you," Jeremy spat, "So shut up,"

Marionette gave a spitting hiss…only to choke off suddenly, the tiny grey pinpoints turning soft silver and growing slightly.

"J-J-Jeremy?" a soft, female voice whispered, "Is…is that you?"

Jeremy gave a smiled and nodded.

"I look a bit different now, huh Em?"

"You have grey hair…" Emily whispered, "And wrinkles…Jeremy, you look like dad…"

"Kinda do, don't I?" the older man grinned, "You've been sleeping, little sis,"

"She took over…" Emily shuddered, "I can't…"

She gave a groan and held her head.

"I can't hold on much longer," she whispered, "She's too powerful in this place…Mike and Robby's history here is too painful. Andrew's hate is just as strong…I can't throw her off…"

"You have to, Em," Jeremy told her.

"I can't!" Emily cried, silvery tears streaming down the purple tear tracks in her mask, "I've tried. Jeremy, you have to get out of here! She's gotten Gold earlier…but that's not you need to worry about,"

"What is?" little Robby asked.

Emily turned her silver gaze towards the boy, blue light flaring around her hands and then around Robby's wound. The dull ache that played around the area suddenly quit.

"You can get up now, little Robby," Emily told him, "It's healed. I can't heal it all the way…it'll scar…but I can do that much,"

"Thanks?" Robby blinked, pushing himself out of the chair, "But what are you warning us about? What's Marionette planning?"

"Something bad," Emily whispered, "Something very bad. I didn't know that this was possible…I thought that those two were the only ones…"

"What two?" Jeremy asked, "Spring and Gold?"

Emily shook her head as she dug her slender fingers into the mask from pain.

"Nightmares…shadows…darkness…death…" Emily whimpered, falling to her knees, "She'll kill you if you beat her, if not…you'll do it for her. She's evil…I can't stop her…"

"You can stop her, Emily," Jeremy told her, kneeling down next to his sister, "I know you can,"

"Not this one, Jeremy," Emily whispered, "Marionette is bad enough…this one…this one is too powerful. I can't…I know I can't…"

A dark, warm laugh rippled through the air and all three froze.

"Gold's coming…" Emily gasped, grabbing her head again as her eyes flickered back and forth between grey and silver, "Jeremy…I'm sorry…I can't beat her…Goodbye…"

With great effort, the tortured spirit dashed out of the room, trying to get as much distance between her and her family as she could before Marionette took control again…

Right as the clock struck six.

Emily will not be making a solid appearance until near the end. This was her way of telling Jeremy goodbye and to stay away. It's not Jeremy's fight, it's little Robby's. But Emily's been dropping some hints about the upcoming events. See if you can catch what they are...

And yes, Sam's nose honks, I've seen some comics and stuff that has his nose honk and I loved it. Think like the little clown car horn kind of honk hand that's what it is. minifox and I were talking about it since she started reading Soul and I decided to put it in...just because Sam's been teasing Matt about it and Sam deserves it.

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.