The plot thickens but where does it lead...we'll see eventually, I've got some plot ideas to go on.
This chapter sees the introduction of a new character as well as more character development, for now it is all about setting the scene, establishing plot lines.
I may have forget to mention this beforehand, but this is my first ever Fanfic, so constructive reviews are greatly appreciated.
Also the individual chapter quote gives a hint at what is to come, be it on chapter theme or character traits.
Enjoy...
Chapter 3.
Building Bridges.
"No man chooses evil because it is evil, he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks."
Mary Wollstonecraft.
"AT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S THREE, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND YOU WILL SEE, YOU BURN ALIVE, WHEN YOU REACH NIGHT FIVE, THAT'S LIFE, AT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S THREE, A HORROR RIDE BUILT JUST FOR ME!" The song screamed out of the music player which sat upon the main desk in the security office.
"Mmm, nice touch, I've always liked the rhythm of this song, it has that dark menacing edge," Vincent muttered, resting back into the security guard's office swirl chair.
"Ironically this song pretty much reminds me of myself."
He relaxed, loosening his joints and muscles.
"Aaa, I've missed this place, the sounds of children screaming, the shrieks of people and it is all thanks to my singing entertaining friends."
He laughed, kicking away at the wall so to make the chair spin. "They may have decided to run away, but I am still here…I'll always be here."
"Sir...the thing you requested is ready...all system checked and counting, we're bringing it over now…should be here in about ten minutes."
Vincent stopped the chair from spinning and turned, to see an endoskeleton standing in the office's left doorway. He was quite tempted to close the door on it, however he relented from pressing the button.
"Yes?" He asked, putting on a straight face.
"What...you requested...is done," the endoskeleton replied, it's robotic voice stuttered between its words, due to problems with its wiring.
"Is everything in order, did you follow the list I gave you, did you even look at the instructions or the drawing I made?" Vincent asked, leaning out of the chair.
The endoskeleton titled its head, to symbolize it was thinking Vincent's words through. "Yes...everything is ready, built specifically to your instructions, it'll be here soon," it answered plainly.
"Good," Vincent remarked, lying back into the chair.
"Now go and join the others, I'll come and see the end result for myself, once it's arrived." The endoskeleton nodded and then left, the noise generated by its motors echoed down the hallway.
"Perhaps I should increase their intelligence," Vincent muttered to himself. He turned off the radio, before getting out of his chair and leaving the room.
He walked down the darken halls which were dimly lit, through the dining area and headed for the toilets. He was surprised that this place still had power, after it went bust in the early nineteen nineties.
Walking along the wall and running his hand over the polished marble which flowed in a squared chess like pattern, Vincent followed the wall through memory.
"Somewhere...over...here," he murmured.
He tapped different sections of the wall, until he found what he was looking for.
"Ahhaa," he said, clapping his hands like excited child.
He pressed a certain stone, making the wall separated into two, but it slid away and revealed a rusty metal door behind it.
He opened it, pushing down on the worn-out handle and entered.
It was a small squared room, consisting of four blank greyish windowless walls, but even in the dim light, it was clearly in an even worse state than the rest of the pizzeria put together because of it being sealed off for so long.
However, it wasn't empty…
Vincent switched on the light by means of a nearby light switch.
The overhanging lightbulb flickered to life several times, before finally stabilizing.
In the middle of the room was a table upon which lay a body.
As Vincent approached its features become more visible, the body was ragged, and worn.
It looked like another Freddy, but much less so than Goldie and Toy Freddy...rather it held a very strong likeness to Freddy Fazbear himself. Its hands were bony and the nails looked like daggers, however it had metal restraints which were attached to the table. The hair was a reddish brown, its skin was a normal whitish colour, while the rest of the body however was covered by the dinner jacket suit along with the famous iconic top hat.
Vincent smiled at the figure, he learned down and whispered into its ear, whilst tapping it on the shoulder.
"It's time to wake up."
Instantly its eyes shot wide open revealing two dark red pupils, as the other Freddy slowly turned its head towards its visitor.
"Who...am I?" The Freddy asked as its dazed eyes which were full of confusion explored the room.
Vincent paused for a moment trying to remember the Freddy's name.
"You are...Nightmare Freddy, you love to mane, kill and scar, both mentally and physically," he replied, watching Nightmare Freddy's body twitch as all five of its senses started to wake up.
"Who are you...victim?" Nightmare Freddy growled, his eyes narrowed as he shook the chains...desperate to be free.
Vincent laughed, angering Nightmare Freddy even more as his eyes became slints of pure rage.
"Victim...I am your ally, please do try to treat me with some respect," he replied, folding his arms with an amused smile.
"'Respect'...you are just a bag of fluid, bone and muscle, you're like a bean bag and if I were to apply enough pressure to your skull, it would burst like a balloon."
"As would you, if you haven't noticed already," Vincent commented sharply, proving a point.
Nightmare Freddy replied with a smirk, baring his sharp teeth.
"But I am stronger than you, you're the sort of person I would like to rip into, having you scream in fear and agony, before I slowly stuff your lights out."
He slowly sat upright, bringing himself up to Vincent's level.
"You're just lucky that I'm curious to find out who are first."
Vincent cocked his head to one side and shrugged.
"Strange, but I shouldn't be too surprised, initially I thought that upon waking you, you would remember the deal we made in nineteen eighty seven, I did give you a physical body…it was all part of the arrangement we made…and I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain at the very least."
Nightmare Freddy reached out towards Vincent with the intention of chocking him, until the light went from his eyes. But he couldn't as Vincent had already chained him to the table, something Nightmare Freddy only really noticed for the first time when he felt something strong and metallic tug against his hands. He could only move so far and Vincent had rather wisely taken the decision to stand way out of his grasp.
"I knew what I was bringing into this world," Vincent stated smugly, clearly in full of control of the situation.
"Don't you think that someone like me who has just given you new life, plus having a similar mindset to mine, would give you an opportunity to attack me to purely fulfill your sadistic desires?" he asked smoothly.
Nightmare Freddy's eyes narrowed, but he kept his smile.
"Of course, how foolish of me," he sneered. "I don't know you so your reasons of bringing me here and then chaining me up are indeed a mystery."
Vincent proceeded to walk around the Nightmare, the man's eyes tracked him like a predator in the wild, but keeping his distance.
"I can't recall any deal being made…but clearly I hold no leverage over you…so I might as well accept my situation," Nightmare Freddy remarked.
The Nightmare then looked down at his chains.
"Being chained to a table…"
"Anyway, when you do remember, I won't release you just yet...you need time for your memories to return and when they do."
Vincent turned to meet him in the eye.
"Everything will fall into place."
"So when will you release me?" Nightmare Freddy asked greedily, his eyes fixed on Vincent's.
"Soon...but not now...in fact, I won't even be here when you are released," Vincent stated, briefly looking away to observe the room's blacked walls which had decayed from old age.
He turned back to face the Nightmare. "You'll be released by no one, because those chains don't require someone else to unlock them...they'll unlock by themselves, think of them as 'timed locks'," said Vincent walking round to face the man's front.
"Timed...locks?" Nightmare Freddy asked, examining his chains more closely.
"In two days' time, the timer inside the chains will end and then those chains will fall off your hands and legs, thus freeing you…I am a creative type in my spare time."
"And then what?" Nightmare Freddy asked, looking up to face Vincent, who instantly went blank faced.
"Oohh…this'll be a struggle because you can't remember, but still I'll enlighten you."
He began.
"Ok, here's the first part, which also happens to be the fun part as well...once released you'll follow the trail of several people who look similarly like you and...kill them, slowly, painfully, loving every scream like it was pure honey," Vincent stated, smiling like a kid at Christmas. Nightmare Freddy could only guess that this man was not sane judging by how positively he described death and murder.
"Why would I want to go and chase down several people like me with you, when there are properly billions upon billions of people out there in the world for me to kill and mane, what makes these people so... 'special'?" Nightmare Freddy spat the last word out like it was poison.
Vincent just laughed in his response, he could so easily start Nightmare Freddy's personality from scratch.
"Oh, these people are special…believe me...because of your or our nature they want to remove us from society, lock us out or kill us all together."
Nightmare Freddy slowly nodded, so Vincent continued.
"They hate us for who we are, they won't let us express ourselves naturally, so you get the picture, we must get rid of them." He then reached forward and grabbed hold of Nightmare Freddy's hands to illustrate his point.
"Before they get rid of us," he argued.
"Besides when you regain your memory you'll know why they all have to die."
"I see..." Nightmare Freddy's answered, his eyes scanning Vincent's for any sign of lying...he didn't find any...the man appeared to be completely honest in what he was saying. "And that is just one point for why we should work together, don't worry your memory will soon kick in hopefully at some point, it's just that you've been sleeping for a long time," Vincent commented.
"About….twenty eight years in total."
"So...while I waste away in here for two more days, what will you be doing?" Nightmare Freddy asked.
Vincent smiled, although it was cold and had the arua of detachment.
"Oh, I'll be following the others, I hope to slow them down, kill a few in the process and then you will end them of course, having someone else to help you is much better than doing it all by yourself," Vincent replied, turning away to study the room's ceiling which had decayed with age.
"Then again, I was successful with that whiney brat in 1978, then there were those five little shits in 1983 and finally I successfully tampered with the Toys and killed those kids in 1987...but when you need help, you take it," Vincent thought, reflecting on his past achievements, if any moral sane person could actually call them achievements!
"How will I know where you or even where the others are, once these locks deactivate?" Nightmare Freddy asked, bringing the man out of his inner thoughts. "Well with this thing of course," Vincent replied smiling as he spun round, pulling out a small watch from his pocket.
He swiftly attached it to Nightmare Freddy's left hand.
"What is this?" He asked, studying the watch in great interest, so many buttons to press, each one lighting up its small screen and displaying things he didn't initially recognise. "A tracking device I made, it shows where I am and how far I am away from you. it has a dual capacity to track two people, so once I've located the Fazbears, I'll send you the coordinates so when you are released, you will be able to track them down and commit...you know what," Vincent replied, smiling as Nightmare Freddy examined the tracking device which he'd made.
Nightmare Freddy raised his head, locking eyes with Vincent…he smiled, his smile matching the man who stood before him as his new-found ally.
Only it was more insane than Vincent's if such a thing could be possible.
A dry yet dark chuckle escaped from Nightmare Freddy's throat.
"Are they ready…for Nightmare Freddy?" he hissed, showing his rather sharp teeth.
"Trust me they have no idea that you are coming," Vincent replied. Nightmare Freddy smiled even more, his dark red eyes narrowing in sick delight…he could feel some familiarity around this guy…as if he already knew him.
Vincent stepped back.
"Before I go, I should inform you of two things."
He held up one finger.
"Number one, you'll remember this soon, but just to help anyway, you are part of the supernatural, something or someone that isn't physical, you have no real body to speak of."
This to no surprise caused Nightmare Freddy to look down at his own body.
"But how?"
"That isn't your body…well it wasn't yours to begin with…you'll remember everything eventually, but to surmise you need a physical host to interact with the real world and that's what your body provides for you."
"I know…that's lot to take in right now, but you'll understand it at some point."
Vincent continued, holding up another finger.
"Number two and mostly importantly…you are as your name suggest a Nightmare…a representation of everything bad in a dream." He then pointed directly at Nightmare Freddy. "You have the power to enter the dreams of anyone and you can mess with them…effectively you can do."
Vincent chuckled as the endless possibilities filled his messed up head.
"Whatever you want...everyone is free with seven to twelve hours of unlimited access,"
Nightmare Freddy's eyes glowed with interest.
"I like that…I like that a lot."
He smiled
"I could enter yours you know..." he stated looking directly at Vincent.
Vincent laughed, catching the Nightmare somewhat of guard.
Nightmare Freddy dropped his smile and frowned.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh…do you really think that there's anything of interest in my head?" Vincent asked, throwing the question back at him. "I don't really know you, so I would be willing take the risk," Nightmare Freddy sharply answered back.
Vincent smiled.
"Once you remember everything else, you'll find you have no need to look inside my head…trust me."
"Anyway, I'm sure you'll use these two days to get use to things…take the time to test your abilities, can't have you running on two of four cylinders when push comes to shove." Nightmare Freddy laughed internally, he couldn't wait for nightfall when everyone else fell asleep.
"Ok, now it's my turn to ask…who am I supposedly chasing?"
"Well there's twelve of them, plus two former night guards of the establishment," Vincent answered, starting to count.
"Their names are Freddy, Toy Freddy, Golden Freddy, aka Goldie, Bonnie, Toy Bonnie, Chica, Toy Chica, Foxy, Mangle, Balloon Boy, the Puppet, Springtrap and then there's Mike and Jeremy," Vincent stated, filling Nightmare Freddy's head with extra knowledge.
"Why are there so many Freddies?" Nightmare Freddy asked, he was interested because he was himself one of them.
"There just are, but beware-"
Nightmare Freddy laughed, his deep voice morphing into that of a demon.
"Beware, why should I be wary of the other Freddies?" He asked, he could already feel his vicious, sadistic calculating nature returning.
Vincent just frowned, to underestimate your enemy wasn't a smart move in any given situation.
"Because these Freddies just so happened to be the leaders or at least they take turns at being the leader, take out the three Freddies and-"
"The rest of the body will die without its head to guide it, yes I know what you're referring to," Nightmare Freddy answered, smiling coldly at Vincent. "It's a common tactic of breaking down your foe and I will quite happily administer the axe to this family…although to kill them in one clean sweep would lessen the amount of pleasure I could get from taking each one on individually."
Vincent smiled and nodded his head.
"Good...you know what I mean, see you in two to three days time."
He turned round and headed towards the door.
"Well goodbye Nightmare Freddy, may flights of screaming banshees sing you to your rest."
"Wait...little purple man?" Nightmare Freddy asked, he actually reached out this time, as far as his chains would allow.
This action caused Vincent to stop mid-step.
"What's your name, you clearly know mine?" Nightmare Freddy asked, curious to know more. Vincent slowly turned round, he had a puzzled look on his face, no one had really asked him that question before...at least not in a long time.
"Vincent Afton, my name is Vincent Afton..."
He appeared to lower his head.
"Although I prefer to be called Vincent…you'll remember it from previous encounters within a few days," he answered…sounding…sad.
"Well goodbye Vincent...I'll see you soon in the red mist," Nightmare Freddy replied smiling.
"Just hope I recognise you this time," he chuckled, slowly things were starting to feel more natural.
"By the way, you will need to eat and drink in order to stay alive…your not exactly invincible anymore and you'll need to press this particular square here to unlock the door from the inside once the chains deactivate." Vincent said, pointing to the said square in the wall.
Nightmare Freddy's eyes locked onto the target…you would remember that special square.
Vincent then pressed the square and the door opened, letting in even more light from outside.
"I need to go, but we'll meet again soon," Vincent stated, walking forward.
"Thanks for everything Vincent and happy hunting," Nightmare Freddy whispered, his dark red eyes glowed as soon as the room was plunged into complete darkness upon Vincent turning off the light. The door was closed with the wall sliding back into place…pretty soon it looked as if there was nothing there…just an old wall with a white black chess pattern.
Vincent paused for a moment, thinking things over. Nightmare Freddy despite the initial hostile reception appeared to warm to him towards the end…a sign that his memories were starting to return. Slowly a smile appeared on his lips, so far everything had gone as he predicted it would.
Now the Fazbears would have to deal with two enemies…one of which they had no idea even existed…but that was always Vincent's strategy…to use the unexpected for mass effect. Soon he heard something, a buzzing humming noise and it was getting louder with each passing second. Even the surrounding tables and chairs had started to shake as the sound's intensity grew.
"Ahh, now that'll be my invention…" he muttered, recognising the sound's source.
"With him by my side, they can't stop us...they just can't...not anymore."
Nightmare Freddy would soon prove himself to be a far greater asset than any endoskeleton.
He smirked as he set off towards the Pizzeria's main entrance to inspect the final result of the 'thing' he had laboured so hard and for so many years to build.
The skies darken as day rolled into night, all the while Mike's airship cruised into the approaching sunset.
"Well Mangle, who says a night guard can't build his own airship," Mike stated in a proud tone leaning back in his self-styled captain's chair.
"No one I've ever heard of," Mangle answered plainly, crawling around the cockpit ceiling.
"Precisely," Mike replied warmly putting his feet up to relax.
Now that they were far beyond Vincent's reach, Mike felt safe enough to lower his guard, therefore he could be a bit more social with his friends.
Looking at Mangle, he could make out her key features. While she was human, she did have animatronic parts self-fitted onto a belt which Mangle wore around her waist, it contained several endoskeleton arms which rose above her back, which helped her perform multiple functions at once.
Quite handy in a tense situation.
Meanwhile in the passenger compartment, the others were setting down for the night.
Toy Freddy had found several blankets in the storage compartment and was passing them around to people. "Here I found these, lay one of them over Foxy, so he doesn't get cold," he said, giving two to Chica.
She then instantly proceeded to rush down the aisle towards the storage compartment where Foxy still lay unconscious. Toy Freddy continued in handing out blankets, he tossed a couple towards BB and Puppet, who was watching BB create several animals from his balloons. Toy Freddy chuckled upon hearing BB's cry of annoyance when the blanket landed on him as he was performing his talent.
"Hey, no fair," he shouted, throwing the blanket off him, while Puppet just rolled her eyes at BB's misfortune.
Toy Chica was showing off her cupcake to Toy Bonne which she had hidden away in her pocket, whilst Toy Bonnie was trying to demonstrate to Toy Chica her guitar skills...expect she didn't have one, so she was improvising by pretending that she did.
"So, this one I call the longbow, because as you brush your hand across the guitar strings, it feels like your pulling back a bow, read to shoot an arrow," she stated.
"Oh...but aren't you worried that you'll...slip up while playing?" Toy Chica asked, looking somewhat puzzled. "Well yes, I am, but I have played the same songs for decades now, so if I do slip up, it's due to my lack of concretion, because I'm bored most of the time," Toy Bonnie replied, smiling, making Toy Chica smile back.
"Toy Bonnie can I ask you something?" Toy Chica asked, learning forward.
"Sure, what's on your mind?" Toy Bonnie replied, stopping what she was doing to focus on Toy Chica. "How do get someone's attention...I mean do you get someone who you like to pay attention to you?" Toy Chica asked, she looked sound to see if anyone was listening.
"Like who?" Toy Bonnie asked, her smile and eyes was filled with mischief.
"I would prefer to keep it a secret sorry...it's just that I don't know how to get their attention," Toy Chica replied, her cheeks going pink. "Mmm...well as far as I know it, find out what they interested in...and just talk to them, say nice things obviously and just compliment them on their looks," Toy Bonnie answered, Toy Chica slowly nodded in response listening to every word.
Freddy, meanwhile was still asleep, snoring softly in his chair, which Bonnie had strapped him into. Springtrap, of course remained motionless in his seat, with his head resting against Freddy's.
It was actually kinda of cute.
"Ohh...they look so adorable, don't you think?" Bonnie asked, turning to face Goldie.
He merely shrugged, before passing her two blankets.
"I so wish I had a camera right now," Bonnie giggled, as she laid one blanket over Freddy and Springtrap.
"Freddy isn't used to touching moments, he's always preferred to come over as a strong leader," Goldie commented.
"But you and I know better," Bonnie stated smugly.
"Of course," Goldie replied smiling.
Bonnie patted Freddy on the head, she appeared to be blushing, or at least that's what Goldie registered.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then Goldie, have sweet dreams," said Bonnie turning to face him.
Goldie nodded in response.
"See you tomorrow Bonnie, hope you sleep well."
Bonnie turned and walked down the aisle, heading towards her seat. Above her the ceiling lights switched into night mode, which sent the whole airship into almost complete darkness, save for the lights' faint whitish glow. It was enough for the average person to make their way through the airship if need be.
Goldie watched the sun sink further and further below the horizon, as night rolled across the sky like a thick curtain.
He then turned to face the sleeping Freddy and Springtrap.
Goldie, in the darkness saw that Freddy's top hat had fallen off and rolled under his seat. He slowly reached down and picked it up, before placing it on Freddy's head.
"You work too much Freddy, kinda of like me in my old days," Goldie smiled, straightening the hat right so it actually fitted on Freddy's head.
"But that was before 1978, Springtrap's breakdown, I just didn't see what he saw...before it was too late," he thought, watching Springtrap sleep.
"I'm sorry Spring...I was a blind fool, I was too enveloped with the role and nothing else."
Goldie proceeded to pat Springtrap's bunny ears.
"I chose denial over friendship…I didn't want to accept reality…that our world had changed forever."
He felt sadness and regret build up inside him.
"Please wake up Spring...I need you...I miss you, I can't remember the last time you'd smiled," Goldie whispered, not caring if anyone heard him.
But Springtrap remained still, only breathing in and out.
Sighing, Goldie walked past the sleeping Freddy and headed off down the aisle towards his allocated seat, where a blanket lay waiting for him.
He sat down, pulled the blanket over himself and drifted off to sleep.
Around him the others were doing the same, returning to their allocated seats and falling asleep. Toy Bonnie had wrapped herself in her blanket, dreaming of a song that she could write for Toy Chica, or even Mangle, whereas Toy Freddy had already fallen into a deep slumber, unfortunately he was the loudest snorer.
Bonnie had briefly gone to look for Chica, but to no surprise she found her sleeping next to Foxy in the storage compartment, hand in hand. Smiling at the sight of them, Bonnie turned round and returned to her seat, it was better to leave them in peace. From where she was Bonnie could just make out the outline of Freddy's top hat a few seats up. "I wonder what Freddy dreams of?" she wondered, before pulling the blanket over her and closing her eyes.
Puppet had already curled up in her seat, completely covering herself with the blanket.
"Sleep, must sleep, I'm not in a box, no box...no box...no box-"
"Hi," said a familiar voice.
Puppet opened her eyes, she slowly pulled aside her blanket to see a boy standing before her, holding a blanket.
"BB," she thought.
"What do you want?" Puppet asked, watching as Balloon Boy shifted his feet.
"I just...wondered...if you would...like some...company?" Balloon Boy asked, his tone was shaky, Puppet wouldn't be surprised, if he was struggling to maintain eye contact.
"No... go back to your seat BB," Puppet replied, pulling the blanket back over herself.
"Are you sure" Balloon Boy asked.
"Yes, I'm sure, now go and sleep BB," Puppet replied.
BB sighed, lowering his head.
"I pity you Puppet," he muttered sorrowfully.
"Why pity?" Puppet asked from within her cocoon, BB was surprised that she heard him.
"Because you come over as so lonely...you're always separated from everyone else, I just thought you might want some company...you enjoyed my balloons," Balloon Boy stated.
"I'm not alone...it's true BB I like your balloons, but I don't want to...sleep with you," Puppet replied hesitantly, sounding very uncomfortable.
"I'm not asking you to sleep with me Puppet, I just want to give you company!" Balloon Boy shouted.
Puppet went red as she facepalmed herself.
"You idiot, now you've woken up the whole house!"
"Ohhh, is BB looking for some fun time," Bonnie cheered, laughing her head back. "I hear wedding bells," Toy Chica laughed. "Hey BB you, might wanna start at base one and work your way up, going to base four instantly doesn't work out for everyone," Toy Freddy called out.
"I think you two would make a cute couple," Toy Bonnie commented.
"Swiggity swooty BB's coming for that booty," Mangle sang, crawling around the ceiling in the darkness.
Balloon Boy's face redden with embarrassment as everyone laughed at him. Deeply sadden, he turned and slowly walked back to his seat and hid himself away under his blanket.
She couldn't trust anyone seriously anymore...not after 1987, she loved her family members, but trust was still a hard thing for her to cope with, after seeing it being abused for monstrous ends.
After a few minutes, the laughter died down as the gang drifted off to sleep.
Mike entered the compartment after transferring the flight control over to the auto pilot.
He scoured the lengthy room with a torch from the cockpit supply box.
Shinning the light across the sleeping group, Mike walked along the aisles, rather glad that they were no longer his enemies. He hated those nights where he would survive by having just 1% of his power left, only to sleep with his bedside light on, for the fear of having one of the four humanoids attack him in his sleep, should he turn out the lights. It never actually happened, but his experiences of being a night guard had put him on edge.
However, having become friends with the Fazbear Gang, his fear had subsided, much quicker than he thought it would.
Yet his instincts hadn't, as he heard a scuttling noise above him. He shone the lights above him to see Mangle crawling around.
"Jesus Mangle, you scared me to death, get down from there," Mike demanded, clearly shocked.
"Sorry Mike, I forgot Jeremy told you about his experiences with me hanging above him for half the night," Mangle replied, lowering herself to the ground. "Yeah...you were quite the stalker apparently, Jeremy was scared half to death when you were around," Mike stated, shining the torch over the other parts of the room.
"Well...times were different then," Mangle replied.
She un-clicked the belt which attached her animatronic parts to the rest of her body.
"Ahhh...much better, I feel much more human," she said, feeling relieved as she stretched her arms and legs.
"Get some sleep, Mangle, I've set the flight computer to fly us towards Jeremy's home city of Chicago, we should be there by tomorrow afternoon," Mike announced, causing Mangle to raise her eyebrows.
"He'll still be uneasy around me," she commented.
"He now knows that you mean no harm Mangle," Mike replied warmly, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"You have nothing to fear."
"Thanks Mike," Mangle stated, smiling, her eyes appeared to glow in the darkness.
"See you tomorrow Mangle, rest easy," Mike smiled, ruffling her whitish grey coloured hair.
He then turned round and headed towards his allocated seat, strapping himself in and pulling his blanket over him.
"Vincent will need to have a major ace up his sleeve in order to catch us now, he might be an inventing type, but I have an airship."
He closed his eyes.
"I would like to see him do better," he thought, before differing off to sleep, today had been hard, maybe tomorrow would be better.
"I would like to see him try…"
Just to let you all know the Endoskeletons and Nightmares will speak in italic, it helps to create a greater sense of identity with each individual character, plus it's easier to make out whose talking at the time.
Until next time...