FNAF MOVIE TRAILER FNAF MOVIE TRAILER FN

Omg I'm so excited hhhhhhh I'm going to show up in my Freddy fazbear slippers. I've convinced all my non-fnaf friends to go bc they think Josh Hutcherson is 'hot'. Uhhh…okayyyy….. Anyways! I'm probably going to be talking nonstop in the theatre and all the 8 year-old boys will be mad at me. Sucks to suck I guess.

Also ruin dlc? They're spoiling us I swear. My theory is that Cassie=Cassidy…somehow. The parallels between their names makes sense, plus she's paired with the Evan parallel. And I think steel wool heard me complaining about all the green eyed blonde girls, bc now she has brown hair. Come to think of it, that probably means she's Charlie, bc of the bright green in her eyes, the pigtails, and the puppet parallels. Or maybe I'm just insane.

UMM UPDATE AND NOW THERE'S HELP WANTED 2? WHAT IS GOING ON THIS WEEK. I'M FREAKING OUT U GUYS!1!1!11!1! Definitely going to play it when it comes out since help wanted is my favourite fnaf game to play

Reviews!

Megasalmancex: saw this too late for the reference sorry! I'll definitely put it in the next chapter hehe

Song: honestly you could play whatever dubstep-esque song you want for this. I recommend Ticking by Tin!

Enjoy!

Chapter 104

Trial By Error

"Muahaha, got yer queens!" Foxy crowed, snatching the cards from Bonnie and Chica.

"What! So not fair!" Chica shrieked. "Mags, are you seeing this?!"

Mangle snored in response. She was curled up like a cat with her fluffy white tail covering her face.

"Mangle! We're playing a game here."

"No no, she's got a point," Bonnie sighed. "I'm tired of cards. All we've done for the past ten years is cards cards cards."

"Ruby should be back soon," Freddy comforted.

"Ruby is hardly a step up from cards."

"Are ye mad?" Foxy asked. "Ye look mad."

"I'm not mad," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Yer face is all screwed up like yer mad."

"I'm bored, not mad. There's a difference."

There were a few moments of silence.

"Ye still look mad."

"I'm not mad! But I will be very soon!"

And in a puff of purple smoke, Ruby fell from the sky, landing on her elbows and knees. "What the heck was that, Katyy?!"

Katy shrugged. She sat on the branch of a lone tree she'd conjured up just to sit on. "Don't yell at me. These are your freaky phobias."

"What was it?" Chica asked.

Ruby brushed the dust off her stinging joints. "It was a horde of squirrels, only their front half was a giant pollinating flower and they were ten feet tall." She had decided to try out the simulation test to see what it was like, even though she wouldn't be facing her worst fears in the end.

Freddy stared at her. "You have quite the messed-up psyche."

"I'm an eldritch horror wearing the skin of a teenage girl," Ruby replied, flopping down on her stomach and resting her chin in her hands.

"Makes sense," commented Bonnie.

Katy checked her clipboard. "Okay. According to this, Rubez, you've got two hours till ya wake up."

"How do you—"

"So we're gonna hafta crunch these remaining simulations down into groups. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, you three will go first, and then Jojo, Malcolm, Mangle, and Foxy can go after." She glanced questioningly over at Cassidy, who was sleeping peacefully off to the side. "And Cassidy—"

"No," she said without opening her eyes.

"Ooooookay, so just you guys, then."

"Is it scary?" Jojo worried. "I don't wanna go in if it's scary."

Bonnie rolled his eyes. "Duh. It is scary. Nightmarish, even."

Jojo whimpered, and Mari comforted her with a pointed glare. "It's not that scary, honey, trust me. This is just a warm-up to ease you into the big test at the end. You'll be alright." She glanced up at Katy. "She'll be alright, won't she?"

She responded with a shrug. "I mean, maybeeee..."

Behind Mari, Freddy made a slashing motion against his neck.

"...yes! Maybe yes! Of course she will."

"That's…reassuring," Mari muttered. "Well, the big kids are going to go first, alright? Then you'll be with Mangle and Foxy, and they'll keep you safe."

"Foxy tried to eat me," mumbled Mal.

"That was one time!" Foxy shouted.

"Are y'all just gonna stand there? Chip chop!" Katy snapped her fingers and a bright purple portal appeared.

"That looks like a Nether portal," giggled Ruby.

"Glad that the interdimensional transportation device I spent eons developing is comparable to pixels on a screen." Nightmare's voice boomed from behind them.

"Uh-oh. Bro got mad."

"Do not call me your brother. We are hardly related."

"No, dude, bro is like—like your buddy. Your friend. Sorry, I call everyone bro." Ruby amended.

"Hmmm. Alright. Thank you for the definition, bro."

Ruby dissolved into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the ground.

"Is she high?" Katy questioned.

Bonnie sighed. "I wish. She'd probably be a lot easier to deal with then."

"Huh. Anyways! Clip clop! Into the portal!" She shouted.

"Clip clop?" Freddy asked as they walked towards the swirling violet oval.

"Like a horse," explained Ruby matter-of-factly.

Once they stood in front of the portal, Katy promptly shoved them all through. "Dawdlers."

There was a flash of light, and all of a sudden they stood on a tiny rocking tugboat in the middle of a stormy sea. The clouds were dusky gray and threatening, and the sun shone white behind them. A chilling, shadowy fog settled around their feet. The sea was tar-black and rolling with waves, a mop of seaweed bobbing ominously in a tangle of foam.

Bonnie looked green as he stared into the inky, pulsing depths. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"So wait, what are we even supposed to do?" Chica asked. "Hey! Mister Nightmare! What are the rules?"

"There are no rules," came a voice from the clouds.

"If there are no rules, then we can't play the game." Chica huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Yeah, guess we can't play! Hahaha!" Bonnie laughed maniacally. He trembled like a skittish cat, green eyes dilated till they were nearly black.

"Just…endure it, and I'll take you out once I feel you are ready. No more questions."

"You're afraid of the ocean?" Freddy asked. There was no malice in his tone, just curiosity.

"No, Freddy, I love the ocean. That's why I feel like puking off the side of this boat right now."

Chica shivered. "Is one of you afraid of the cold or something?"

"No, you're just wearing a T-shirt and a skirt," Freddy said with chattering teeth. "Bon, give her your hoodie."

"Noooo thank you." He was shivering for an entirely different reason. "This is my nightmare. She can have it when her worst fear comes up."

A massive cloud of wasps rose from the ocean.

Chica held out her hand, bleary-eyed. "Hoodie?"

He wordlessly handed it to her.

Freddy churned the large handles on the boat desperately. "How slow does this go?" The other two tried to paddle with their hands, but the water was sludgey and thick as molasses.

"Well, we have to face our fears, don't we? Come on now!" Freddy said briskly.

"Easy for you to say. You're not being chased by your absolute worst fear!" Chica snapped as the boat lurched. "Ohh my God, we're sinking," she whimpered.

"Thank you for telling me that! I really needed to know!" Bonnie retorted.

"These aren't even your worst fears. How are you supposed to face those if you can't face these?" Freddy coaxed. "It's just a simulation, after all."

Chica sighed. "You're right, I guess." She climbed on top of the little bench she was sitting on and spread her arms wide as if she was about to give her a hug. The swarm immediately surrounded her like a black-and-yellow hazmat suit. Suddenly, she began to giggle.

Bonnie widened his eyes in mock horror. "Uh oh. We broke her."

"N-no! It… i-it tickles-s-s?!"

"Huh. Didn't expect that." Freddy paused for a moment, then turned to his other panicking friend. "Anyways, time for a swim!"

"Nuh-uh. Have you felt this crap? It'd be like swimming through tar. I'm not going in."

Freddy sighed and shook his head. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." He began to slowly approach him.

"Hey, Freddy, what are you doing?" Bonnie raised his hands, putting on a wavering grin. "We can talk about this. We've been friends for years, you don't have to—AAAAAAAA!"

"You scream like a little girl," Chica noted.

"He screams like you," replied Freddy, eyebrows raised.

"Hey!"

Freddy stared into the dark ocean that yawned under them. "He's been down there for a while. Do you think he's alri— ack!"

Bonnie suddenly burst out of the water, heaving himself into the boat and coughing up the sea. His black graphic tee and ripped jeans were completely soaked through and his hair was plastered to his face. His long ears hung, dripping with ink.

"You're supposed to swim in it, not drink it," Chica joked.

Bonnie shot her a livid glare, wiping his mouth on his arm. "Has it ever occured to you, either of you, that maybe the reason I was afraid of water is that I couldn't swim?!"

Freddy froze. "Oh, Bonnie, I'm so sorry. I didn't think."

"No, no you didn't."

"Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?" Chica pleaded. "Gosh, I just feel so awfuuuuuuAAAAAAA!" She landed in the water with a splash, before she was quickly joined by Freddy.

Bonnie cackled like an old-timey villain. "Yes, actually there is."

"Not funny," Freddy scolded. "What if we'd drowned?"

"Come on, you two had involved parents…or parent, right? You know how to swim."

"Touché," Chica muttered, spitting out liquid. It resembled water after washing dark paintbrushes in it. "This stuff tastes…salty?"

Bonnie gasped. "Salt in the ocean? What's next, sand in the desert?"

Freddy nodded, licking his lips. "No, she's right. It almost tastes like…" He stopped treading for a moment and almost dipped under the waves. "Pizza on a stick! Is this peanut sauce?"

"Uh, that would be weird. What, you got a fear of nuts or something?" Bonnie laughed, while Chica was still mulling over pizza on a stick.

He shook his head frantically. "I'm not afraid of them, I'm allergic to them! Help me out of here!"

Chica waved her hand. "Oh, you're fine. I was allergic to dogs and I still got one. All that happened to me was a little sneeze and omigod, get him out of here!"

Freddy's normally bronze-toned skin was now underlined with a red rash in a pattern like continents on a map. His face looked like he'd been stung with a million bees.

"No, 'm fine, really," Freddy slurred. "My face s'just a lil puffy."

"Yikes." Bonnie winced. "Please never get lip filler."

"Bon-nie! That is not the problem here!" Chica shrieked, trying and failing to hoist Freddy out of the water.

"Fine, but he's the one who started drinking it like a lunatic."

"Chica told me to," mumbled Freddy as they dragged him out of the sea into the boat.

And as soon as Chica rolled onto the ship, the sky and sea and everything around them appeared to melt into shadowy goop, and they were suddenly lying on the solid black floor of the void.

"Congratulations on beating the simulation," Nightmare boomed.

"Oh yeah. I kinda forgot it wasn't real," giggled Chica.

"Uh, I think it was. Look at Mister recovering-from-cheek-fillers over there." Bonnie gestured with his thumb to Freddy, swelling still very much noticeable.

"Nightmare, could you please fix him?" Chica asked sweetly.

Nightmare squinted. "Was he not already like that?"

"Gee, th'nks," he said through swollen cheeks.

"Fine." A snap of his fingers and Freddy was back to normal. "Please fetch the others for their trial."

Chica searched the void, a hand over her eyes. "Where are they, anyways?"

"Over there." Bonnie pointed to the fuzzy outlines of people who were probably Mangle and Mari, judging by their colour palettes. The three ran over to them and slowly began to hear a chant of Fight! Fight! Fight!

"That bodes well," Freddy sighed. "Alright whoever it is! Break it up!" They stood on their toes to peer over the crowd. "...oh, never mind. It's just this again."

"Fifty times in a row! Now do you agree that I'm better?" Ruby crowed as she slammed Foxy's arm to the ground.

"Try it with yer left hand," he stubbornly replied.

Ruby raised her eyebrows, staring at his hook

"Arg, shut yer blabbering chum-hole." Foxy grumbled.

"If you two are done with…this, it's your turn, Foxy."

"Guess that means it's our turn, too," declared Jojo. She stood up and sucked in a deep, courageous breath, taking her brother's hand. "Come on, Mal." Mangle followed them to the portal and together they all entered.

The world around them shifted and swirled like a funhouse mirror until they stood in a single-file line inside of what looked like an airplane. It was carpeted in dingy blue, uncomfortable-looking seats on either side and the square windows slotted shut so they couldn't see the outside.

Jojo wrinkled her nose. "Where are we?"

"An airplane," answered Mangle. "Have you never been in one?"

"No. We didn't get to fly." Mal said, wistfulness clouding his eyes. "Did you fly?"

"Yes. I used to fly a lot, to visit my dad." Mangle glanced away. "He was in the army. My aunt took me to see him every now and then."

"The army? Did he kill people?" Jojo gasped. Mal made pew-pew sounds and fired a finger gun.

"That's not a very polite question, Joey dear," she reported sharply. "Now can one of you go find Foxy? He must be afraid of planes."

It took some searching, but eventually Jojo found him in the cockpit pretending to drive the plane. What surprised them, however, was that he didn't look the least bit scared.

"Airplanes are just teh ships o' the sky," Foxy answered when they asked why he wasn't afraid. "If I couldn't be a pirate, I would've liked to be a pilot." Mangle didn't have the energy to explain that pirates weren't much of a thing anymore.

"So why're we on a plane?" Jojo asked what everyone was thinking. "'Cos we all like planes. This isn't very scary."

Suddenly, there was a thump from the washrooms.

Mangle and Foxy exchanged glances. "Joey and Mal, you two stay behind Foxy, and be ready to run."

The group crept towards the washroom at the very back, where the noise only grew louder and louder. Slowly, the white-haired girl opened the door. "ACK!"

A gigantic Thoroughbred horse stood there ominously, without a saddle and staring at them with completely white eyes.

The group all collectively shrieked and dove behind airplane chairs. The horse watched them each in turn. It still didn't move.

"Oh my God," Mangle spat. "Are we all afraid of horses?!"

"Appears so, lass," Foxy sighed. "Still don't understand why we're on a plane."

"So we can do this!" Jojo stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a piercing whistle. The horse's head snapped to attention and it began to gallop full speed towards the small girl. Malcolm squeaked and buried himself under the chairs in a fetal position. At the very last second, Jojo dove off the chair and rolled into the center aisle. The horse rammed into the window, shattering it. When it realized it hadn't crushed her, it huffed and scraped the ground with a massive black hoof.

Jojo was already behind it and strapping into a bright red parachute. "Come on, slowpokes!" She reached for three more backpacks out of the luggage compartment and tossed them to the others.

"Are we actually about to do this," Mangle deadpanned.

"It's a simulation, right?" Foxy shrugged on the pack. "I'm sure we'll be as safe as a clam."

Mangle had stepped on and broken many clams in her life, so she didn't feel much better from that simile, but she tied on the parachute and quickly helped Mal into his.

"How do ye know how to tie this stuff?" Foxy asked her.

"My dad showed me at a base camp. You remember how I showed everyone how to put one on in kindergarten, right?"

He snapped his fingers. "Arr, that's where I remember! I thought I recognized this."

"Stop talking and start jumping!" Jojo shouted from where she'd climbed on top of a chair. She pulled off one of her sneakers and threw it to the front. The horse whinnied and veered towards the shoe. Using the distraction, Jojo carefully positioned herself in front of the window and without hesitation, dove through.

Foxy froze up, but Mangle tugged him along. "Come on, idiot, we don't have much time." She grabbed Mal in her arms and leaped over chairs, landing on all fours beside the open window in a crouched position. "You ready?"

"I dunno. I'm kinda scared," worried Mal, biting his thumbnail.

"Too bad." Mangle tossed the child out the window.

She took a deep breath in and jumped through. Foxy followed after her.

The wind whipped her snowy hair and tail above her head as if she was hanging upside down. As they fell, however, the sky began to fade from pale blue to purplish black, until they landed with a soft thud onto the invisible void floor.

"Congratulations on beating the simulation."

"What did you guys hafta do?" Ruby asked as everyone crowded around them.

"Ye wouldn't believe us if we told ye, lass." Foxy sighed.

"Try me."

"We had to skydive out of an airplane to escape a giant horse," Mangle said in a complete monotone.

Ruby stared at her. "I wouldn't believe you if I didn't know you."

Mal craned his neck as far as it could go. "Is Mike still talking with Jeremy? I wanna show him my cars."

Michael had been talking with Jeremy in a corner the whole time, the pair doing some sort of odd catching up where one of them would punch the other and it would sound like they were fighting, and then a few seconds later they'd be bursting into hysterical laughter. Everyone supposed it was good they were bonding, however.

Nightmare tapped a claw against an arm of his chair, signalling for attention. "You have done well, all of you."

"Except Cassidy!" Jojo piped up. "She hasn't gone yet!"

"I'm not going," Cassidy muttered from behind them, tugging the sleeves of her golden sweater over her hands. "I don't want to face him."

"It's only a minor fear of yours, Cass. It won't be him." Freddy soothed.

"I still don't—can't do it." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I'll do it if it means I can get to the afterlife, but I won't do it now."

Katy nodded, her expression surprisingly gentle. "You do whatever you need to do, kid."

"Now remember the actual trials will be much, much harder. You'll be all alone with your worst fear, and once you face it, or beat it, will you be able to leave the simulation."

"We can face it," Ruby declared confidently. "Right, guys?"

"Right!" mostly everyone cheered. They all knew they would do whatever it took to beat the simulation and make it to the afterlife—together.

A/N

I honestly think writing works better for me if I have a vague plot idea and make the rest up as I go along, for some reason I never have motivation if I plan everything out from the beginning.

Anyways!

Question/Challenge: what time of day are you most energetic? For me it's probably around the evening!

Have an amazing day/night!

~ghosty