By now the plot has been firmly established, this chapter is kind of a transfer from one scene to the next, if you get my meaning.
They're not out of the woods yet...
Also this chapter features the song Can't Hide by ChaoticCanineCulture.
Chapter 8.
Arrival at Jeremy's.
"Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny."
CS Lewis
Mike could see the outlines of Chicago's skyscrapers in the far distance.
"Let's see, visibility is good, maneuverability is still with us...and fuel is at 1%, crap."
He pressed on the intercom, now was a good time to use it.
"Mangle to the cockpit please," he ordered, his voice echoing throughout the speakers.
Within a matter of seconds, Mangle swiftly appeared beside Mike, despite the work she had been enduring, she hadn't broken a sweat.
"I've already finished removing the harpoons, also Springtrap and Foxy have done their job and the hatch is now sealed shut," she said.
"Good, now strapped yourself in, we're about to land, oh, can you tell everyone else to strap themselves in too please," Mike asked, pressing a series of buttons.
Mangle pressed down on the intercom
"Attention fellow passengers, please return to your seats and strap yourselves in...'if you wanna live'," she ordered.
"Why did you say the last part in a deep voice?" Mike asked.
"It's makes them move quicker, if you foreshadow their impending doom," Mangle replied.
"Right," Mike thought, rolling his eyes.
Then the warning lights flashed red, as the propellers started to wind down.
"Get ready," Mike whispered.
Everyone else was in their seats, strapping themselves in.
The fuel dial reached zero...the propellers stopped spinning, slowly grinding to a halt.
The airship appeared to glide.
"Well...now to just guide this thing down to a place that's suitable for landing," Mike stated, looking relived that his worst fears hadn't come true.
Suddenly the airship dived, nose first, getting faster and faster, as it rolled upside down, spiraling towards the ground.
"CRAP, I KNEW THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A PERFECT LANDING!" Mike screamed, struggling to control the now barely flyable airship.
"Mike, do you know that in 95% of all air crashes the pilot dies," Mangle stated.
Mike looked at her, shocked by the situation in which Mangle had decided to share that 'valuable' piece of information.
"DO YOU THINK THAT FUCKING HELPS!" He shouted.
"It highlights the seriousness of your position," Mangle replies.
"AND FALLING OUT OF THE FUCKING SKY DOESN'T, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A THING CALLED SOCIAL TAC!" Mike shouted back, trying to turn the airship upright and bring it out of its free fall.
"Sorry, it was something I read about," Mangle replied, scratching her head.
Mike just groaned.
"Just tell me how far are we from the ground?" he asked, trying to regain control over the airship.
"About 700 feet, but we dropping too fast to land, we need to lose weight and fast!" Mangle replied, looking at the radar altimeter.
"What's even worse is that this thing could tear itself apart, everything is shaking," Mike stated, briefly looking round to see the entire cockpit rattling, as the sounds of metal bending echoed throughout the ship's interior.
"MIKE, YOU BETTER LAND THIS THING IN ONE PIECE, OR MY DEAD SOUL WILL POSSESS SOMETHING AND HAUNT YOU WITH IT!" Freddy shouted, trying to be heard over the sound of gushing wind.
"Thanks for the encouragement Freddy, you always say the right things," Mike thought.
"We're at 600 feet," said Mangle counting down.
Then a loud metallic snap was heard above them, followed by the sounds of metal groaning and grinding, tearing itself apart.
One of the propellers, the damaged one tore its self away from the airship, in the act of doing so it banged into the second propeller, dragging that along with it into the waiting jaws of destruction.
"Great, now we've lost both propellers," Mangle stated, she was starting to panic.
"Oh well, we were out of fuel anyway," Mike replied, shrugging off her concern as he turned the airship upright with the use of the wheel.
They were now 500 feet from the ground, he just needed to release the landing gear.
Mike pulled on the required lever, causing the landing gear to assemble, it's wheels unfolding like butterfly wings.
Meanwhile in the passenger compartment, Toy Bonnie was finding it thrilling, yet at the same time scary.
Springtrap and Goldie were sitting next to each other, somewhat unfazed by the whole ordeal, watching the airship tear itself apart around them.
Others however were taking the opportunity to confess their secrets to each other in case they didn't survive the outcome.
"Bonnie, Chica, Foxy," I just want you all to know that you were all one in million friends, I'm glad to have known and performed beside you all in the last thirty years."
They all genuinely seemed taken back by that with Bonne's eyes filling with tears of affection.
"Awww, Freddy, you can tell me anything," she said sweetly, moving closer to hug him.
"Bonnie, I broke your guitar," Freddy stated plainly.
Bonnie's face instantly darken, the smile completely vanished.
"YOU WHAT!" She screamed in anger, even though she was sitting next to him.
"I tried to use it, but it wouldn't work so I threw it against the wall," Freddy confessed, unveiling his guilt.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS!" Bonnie shouted, proceeding to smack Freddy on the head repeatedly, but was being blocked by his arms.
Yet she was a capable fighter and she wasn't giving up easily.
"I was able to put it back to together and it still works as well as the day it was made!" Freddy protested, trying to keep the enraged Bonnie at bay despite her best efforts.
Meanwhile several seats forward, a much different conversation was taking place.
"Toy Chica, I took your cupcake and hid it in the office, it was a bit of fun that's all," Toy Bonnie confessed, turning to face Toy Chica, who looked completely surprised.
"That's it...that's not much of a confession," she replied plainly.
"I actually expected you to confess your untold undying love for Toy Freddy, now would be the time."
Toy Bonnie blushed bright pink in the face, worse still Toy Freddy was sitting right next to her within earshot.
"Toy Chica, that's nuts, why would I love Toy Freddy?" Toy Bonnie giggled, tightening her grip on her seat to hide her obvious nervousness.
"You girls do know I'm right next to you," Toy Freddy calmly stated, turning his head in their direction.
"We know, we know," Toy Bonnie replied, her blush growing even bigger, this was getting out of hand.
"Well you always smile at him for a start," Toy Chica muttered, laying out her evidence.
"People always smile at their friends Toy Chica," Toy Bonnie answered, trying to keep herself together.
Yet Toy Chica shook her head, making her bright blonde hair swing from side to side.
"But you write songs for him, you draw pictures of him, you imagine yourself in a white dress in a church and at night you call out for him in your sleep-"
Toy Bonnie clamped her hand around Toy Chica's mouth, yet she kept on talking.
Toy Bonnie turned to look at Toy Freddy, fully expecting to see him shocked and confused.
But on the contrary, Toy Freddy had his hands clamped on his ears.
"It's ok, I didn't hear a word she said, besides Toy Chica kind of has a habit of pulling random things out of the air, like the time she thought Mangle was a secret agent working for Jeremy," he said smiling, dismissing Toy Chica's words.
Toy Bonnie nodded, glad that Toy Freddy had decided to spare her further embarrassment, her inner fears vanished.
"But does he love me?" She thought, because what Toy Chica had said was true…well most of it.
She turned to face Toy Chica, seeing that the latter had finally stopped talking, she removed her hand from her mouth.
Then she remembered Toy Chica's secret crush.
Time to turn the guns on her for once.
"So…what's your confession, who's the special someone?" She asked, now smiling smugly as verbally cornered the girl.
Now it was Toy Chica's turn to feel nervous, put she kept a strong face.
"I'll only say one thing and that's he has a heart of gold," she replied stubbornly.
"Well..." Toy Bonnie giggled, mischief once again sparkled in her warm green eyes.
"That only leaves two people."
Foxy, meanwhile was gripping Chica's hand as the latter leaned on him for comfort amidst the unfolding chaos.
"So, lassie, how was everyone else, did anything interesting happen while I was out?" He asked, turning to face her, eye to eye.
Chica smiled, it was great to see him again, alive and well, she had made no secret of her feelings for him and he had responded in kind.
"Well..." she began, trying to take her mind off the fact that the airship was spiraling towards its destruction.
Balloon Boy was trying to keep Puppet warm and wrapping her in his blanket.
"How's the pain Puppet?" He asked, concern rising in his eyes as the airship rocked from side to side as it fell out of the sky.
"I'm fine...Balloon Boy...just fine," Puppet replied, her teeth were chattering, she suddenly felt cold.
Balloon Boy proceeded to move Puppet aside and climbed into the same seat, strapping the seatbelt around both of them.
He then hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms around her thin bone like body.
He absorbed her embrace as her long jet-black hair fell over his head.
"What...are...you...doing?" Puppet asked, with her voice becoming a whisper.
"Giving you my body warmth," Balloon Boy replied, whispering back.
She looked so brittle in that battered state, she could break like glass.
Slowly Puppet smiled, with eyes lighting up with emotion.
"You...really...care...don't...you?" She asked, with her mind casting back to earlier years, reviewing the interactions they shared together.
"Yes...I care an unlawful lot about you," Balloon Boy replied, smiling back, his smile was so bright and endearing.
Puppet then sighed, closing her eyes, before reopening them again.
Her expression, made BB raise his eyebrows in wonder.
"Something wrong, do you need more pain killers?" he asked.
Puppet shook her head.
"No, it's not that, it's…"
She looked up to meet him in the eye.
"I want to apologies for the way I've treated you these past few decades, in truth I ignored you."
"You were trying to be a friend and maybe more than that, but I want you to know that I appreciate your attempts and I am sorry for giving you the cold shoulder."
Balloon Boy hugged her even tighter with his arms now around her neck as their heads rested against each other.
Jet black interlocking with light brown, baby blue pupils staring lovingly back into bright white dots.
"I forgive you completely…"
Further up the aisle from his seat, Springtrap watched their little moment, in his heart he longed for something similar to happen to him.
Spending thirty-seven years in a dream like state, had been at times unbearably lonely, to the point which he had lost all sense of time.
He was about to say something to Goldie, when a massive metallic snapping sound echoed throughout the passenger compartment.
There was a loud groaning noise, the same sound which metal makes when it is being bent and distorted out of its natural shape.
Everyone looked back in time to see the storage compartment break off completely from the rest of the airship, letting air in and creating a powerful pressurizing draft.
"OH FUCK, MIKE, WE'VE JUST LOST THE STORAGE COMPARTMENT!" Foxy shouted, gripping onto Chica as anything in the passenger compartment which wasn't tied down was swiftly sucked outside.
Chairs, guns, first aid knits, any endoskeleton remains and any personal items, you name it was gone within a matter of mini seconds.
The storage compartment without any power of its own, just fell out of the sky like a lead balloon, bringing a monstrous trail of debris behind it.
Thank God it wasn't falling onto a residential area.
To Mike and Mangle however, the loss of the storage compartment was the weight reduction they needed.
"Perfect, now to bring the nose up and let gravity do its work," said Mike, pulling up on the throttle.
The airship now brought out its dive, continued to glide through air, getting closer and closer to the ground.
"EVERYONE BRACE NOW!" Mike shouted, pulling the throttle up.
The airship's landing gear touched the ground...only to have itself torn clean off by the combined shock of hitting the ground and the airship's speed.
The gun turret suffered no less, being wrenched from its holding and burying itself into the ground upon impact.
"SHIT, WE'LL BE TORN TO SHREDS!" Mangle screamed, curling herself up into a ball for protection.
"Not if the ship slows down, or doesn't hit a barn-"
Then Mike saw an abandoned barn up ahead as the airship ploughed through fields of corn and barely.
"Oh Jesus, I just had to say it," he thought, as the airship craved itself a path through field after field after never-ending corn.
The airship slammed into the barn, causing it to collapse into a pile of broken painted wood.
"Ok we've survived that, now if the ship would just slow down and-"
Then the airship skidded across the ground, digging into the dirt, before the continuous impact began to slow it down amidst a field of corn, which was now pretty much crushed.
Upon finally stopping, having been skidding for about a mile, gravity and the heavy damage taken to the ship's exterior structure throughout the whole flight caused it to collapse, leaving a barren, open, twisted, barely standing wreck which was once an airship.
One could describe it as the remains of the ill-fated Hindenburg airship, minus the fireball which had infamously engulfed it.
Mike undid his seatbelt and stood up straight.
"Well Mangle who says a night guard can fly," he said with an air of smugness, as he turned and opened the door to the passenger compartment.
Both Mike and Mangle found the others all clutching onto their seats, so tightly that their skin had gone white.
They were all breathing deeply with wide eye stares, unaware that the worst had passed.
"Relax Freddy, you'll live," Mike laughed heartily patting Freddy on the shoulder as he walked by.
Freddy didn't respond, but continued to stare forward, not reacting to the world around him.
Foxy couldn't get out of his seat as Chica had wrapped herself around him and wouldn't move.
The Toys were in a slightly better state...with the exception of Toy Chica who was gripping Toy Bonnie's hand tightly to the point it had gone white from the lack of blood circulation.
Toy Freddy had to use his strength to separate the two.
The Puppet and Balloon Boy were ok as they could be, with Balloon Boy having shielded the Puppet from the worst of the ordeal.
Springtrap and Goldie, were unscratched and somewhat unnaturally relaxed to say the least.
"We're both fine, as are the others...not the calmest of landings, but we are alive none the less, thanks Mike," Goldie commented, tipping his hat to the former night guard.
Mike nodded in response, he grinned.
"Well being a mechanic has its uses."
"It's a good thing you're a pilot," Goldie stated, also smiling, clearly pleased with Mike's level of skill.
Mike's smile however dropped.
"When did I say that I was a pilot, I never went to flight school."
Now it was Goldie's turn to stop smiling.
"Wait, you never had proper training!" He was exclaimed.
Mike was just surprised by Goldie's reaction.
"Well, learning on your own was hard and granted I don't about every flight manoeuvre, but it worked didn't it."
"We could have died, had you got into a situation which you weren't prepared for."
Then Springtrap rose up between them.
"Gentleman," he began in a calm and sarcastic manner.
"Whilst your debate is 'undeniably exciting', my thoughts turn to the whereabouts of the storage compartment?"
"Well, best guess, it's hurtling down towards the earth, should land somewhere nearby."
Then there was a loud mechanical boom from somewhere very close by, which set off a tremor traveling through the earth, it was enough to make anyone nearby stumble momentarily.
"That'll be it," Mike stated.
"And the propellers?" Goldie asked, his tone was one of deep foreboding.
Not a second too soon came two distinct shattering sounds, no doubt it was the propellers,
Luckily both of them had no fuel, otherwise there would have been an almighty fiery explosion.
Freddy then rose up from his seat, as did Bonnie, while Foxy was still struggling to escape from Chica's iron like grip.
"Lassie, you can let go now, the danger has passed," he said, trying to pull her off him.
Freddy turned to face Mike and Goldie.
"Where's Jeremy?" He asked.
"Should be nearby, he's properly seen us land and is heading towards us right now," Mike replied.
Then a honking noise was heard outside, instantly Mike's face lit up with joy.
"That'll be him."
Springtrap was the first to emerge from the twisted wreckage, his untidy appearance earned him a confused look from Jeremy, who had just parked nearby in his van.
"JEREMY!" Mike cried, upon seeing the familiar vehicle.
Jeremy stepped out and walked towards the group.
"MIKE, HOW ARE YOU?" He shouted in joy throwing his arms around his old friend.
Jeremy was in his mid-thirties, with a similar slim build to Mike, but had green eyes and light brownish hair, whereas Mike had blue eyes and whose hair held a darker shade of brown.
"Great Jeremy just great, we've had a rough flight, we just need to rest before I can tell you the whole story, but it'll shock you," Mike replied, patting his friend on the back.
Jeremy then stepped back to see the others, he instantly recognised the Toys who were now making their way out of the wreckage.
Mangle upon seeing Jeremy, instantly ran up and hugged him tightly, so much that she could even lift him up off his feet momentarily.
"JEREMY, I'VE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!" She shouted with joy.
"Thanks...Mangle," Jeremy responded, trying vanquished his inner fears which originated from his night shifts.
He patted her softly on the head.
"Hi Jeremy, you remember me?" Freddy asked, stepping forward with Bonnie.
Jeremy grinned and nodded.
"Sure, how could anyone forget you Freddy and the same thing for you too Bonnie, your childhood icons," Jeremy stated, shaking Freddy's and Bonnie's hand.
He then leaned out and look behind them.
"Where's Foxy, Chica and Balloon Boy ?" he asked.
"They still inside, Chica still frozen to her seat, the landing was rather rough," Bonnie answered.
"And of course, I remember you four very well, the supposed new and improved Fazbear Gang," said Jeremy turning to face the Toys, as they wandered up to join the conversation.
"We're more qualified and talented, then they'll ever be," Toy Freddy replied with a tone of mocked anger, pointing at his older counterparts.
"That'll be the day when pigs fly," Toy Chica sarcastically yelled back.
Then Jeremy turned to face Springtrap and Goldie.
"Goldie, how are you, who is the other guy?" he asked, studying the newcomer with polite interest.
"I'm fine Jeremy, you're looking well," Goldie replied smiling.
He then stepped aside to allow Springtrap to introduce himself.
"I'm Springtrap, his bandmate," the other Bonnie lookalike answered.
Jeremy gave him a puzzled look.
"SpringBonnie."
"Haven't heard of him."
"I play the banjo."
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"Fredbear's Family Diner."
Jeremy paused to think before answering.
"No sorry," he said, causing a sad Springtrap to lower his head.
"Oh well, I was in a deep coma for the last thirty seven years, that's why no ones' heard of me."
"I see your point…Springtrap was it, you've been out for a long time...well come on, my place is three miles away at best, you'll all be able eat and rest there, I imagine you lot haven't eaten since you left Fazbear's Pizzeria," Jeremy stated, his eyes looking at everyone present.
Several people nodded, while patting their stomachs.
"Right then, everyone get in the back of Jeremy's-"
Before Mike could finish his sentence, a high pitch scream was heard from within the wreckage.
Moments later, Foxy emerged with a clearly distressed Chica and Balloon Boy in toe.
In Foxy's arms, he carried the Puppet...eyes closed and wasn't responding to anything.
"CAPTAIN, THE PUPPET!" He shouted, presenting the Puppet to Freddy and Mike.
Freddy quickly put his fingers on the Puppet's neck...he felt a pulse...but it was very faint.
"She's still alive, but only just," he said.
"Quick get her in the back, I have medical supplies at my house, we'll take a shortcut, it'll cut the journey time in half," Jeremy replied, opening up the back doors of his van.
Foxy leapt inside and laid the Puppet down carefully, as the others clambered in behind him.
Jeremy took the driver's seat, as Mike took the passenger.
Jamming his key into the ignition, Jeremy pressed his feet down on the accelerator, making the car rush forward.
"Quick, give me a scalpel, we must remove the bullet, or she'll die," said Toy Bonnie trying to open up the Puppet's dress.
Her dress as it appeared to be some sort of soft, leathery body overall, although she course wore clothes underneath.
"Here, but the bullet is embedded into the bone, it'll be tough to remove," Chica replied, passing her the scalpel.
"It's worth a shot," Mangle stated, crawling around the van's ceiling, to get a better view of the situation.
"We'll reach my place in about 15 minutes at our current speed," Jeremy shouted, as the car started to race down the country track towards the line of houses which marked the start of Chicago's outer limits.
"Just try not to get us all killed on the way there if you could Jeremy, that would be nice," Mike stated, with a hint of humor.
"Sorry Mike, needs must...by the way could you bail me out of prison if I do get arrested for this, about $200" Jeremy asked, as he turned a sharp corner.
"WHAT, I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY ON ME," Mike shouted in protest.
"Well you better start looking for help wanted signs as a backup if we do crash," Jeremy replied, twisting the steering wheel.
He of course was being sarcastic, but Mike didn't exactly see the funny side.
Between the two of them, Jeremy was more a relaxed kind of guy, whereas Mike was more serious in his outlook about things.
"Come on Puppet stay with me, we need you to be awake right now, Toy Freddy keep her airways open," Toy Bonnie ordered, slowly cutting into the Puppet's pale white skin to make an incursion.
"Keep it open, someone keep it open for Christ's sake, or I can't get the fucking bullet out," Toy Bonnie stressed, trying to pinpoint which part of the shoulder blade she should operate on.
Freddy examined the first of three aid knits.
"There's no clamps, THERE'S NO CLAMPS!" He yelled.
Goldie checked the other two...it bore the same result.
"THERE'S NO CLAMPS IN EITHER OF THEM!" He shouted, throwing the box's contents out onto the floor.
"WE NEED THAT BULLET OUT NOW OR SHE'LL DIE!" Chica screamed.
"SHE'LL DIE!" Balloon Boy screeched, before exploding into an uncontrollable sob, Chica and Mangle had to comfort him, trying to calm him down, to give Toy Bonnie room to focus.
"Allow me," said Springtrap, reaching forward, he pulled on the skin, widening the breach already made.
"Thanks," Toy Bonnie replied, lowering the blade into the wound.
"It's at the top of the shoulder blade, near where it connects to the collar bone, high caution is advised as there is a lot of nerve tissue," Springtrap stated, watching the scalpel's movements.
"Just hold the skin back please...I think I can see the bullet...Jesus that's deep...alright I need the tweezers?" Toy Bonnie asked, trying to keep the knife steady.
Foxy responded by placing a set of tweezers in her hands.
"Cheers," she replied, smiling briefly at him.
She then slowly lowered the tweezers into the wound, being carefully not to touch anything else.
"Slowly...it's here I know it...almost...dam it this is thing is deep...wait...I think...oh god she'll be in agony if she wakes up right now." Toy Bonnie thought, as she panicked internally.
The tweezers clamped around the bullet...or at least the half of it that stuck out.
Toy Bonnie pulled with a steady pressure and the bullet slowly compiled with her movements, shifting out of the bone.
Upon becoming completely free, Toy Bonnie slowly pulled the bullet out, it was coated in thick blood and tissue.
"Shit..." Springtrap whispered, but his tone was undeniably that of fear.
"What?" Mangle asked, ignoring Balloon Boy's sobs to ask the question.
Springtrap had his hand on the Puppet's throat, feeling for her pulse.
"I think...I think we're losing her," Springtrap answered.
He continued to search for her pulse, pulling in a major vein, to get a fair reading.
"She's going, her pulse, it's very weak," he said, trying to determine how long she had left.
"OH FUCK, QUICK OPEN HER AIRWAYS, FREDDY PUSH DOWN ON HER CHEST NOW!" Toy Chica ordered.
"I DON'T KNOW CPR!" Freddy yelled, holding his hands up in the air.
"THAT'S CHICA'S THING!"
"NO, SHE CAN'T DIE, SHE JUST CAN'T!" Balloon Boy screamed, pushing both Chica and Mangle aside and grasping into the Puppet, like his life depended on it.
"Don't die...I never got to know your other name...you know the one that begins with M...Marionette was it?" He asked, holding her...she appeared lifeless with her unopened eyes.
She moved like a lifeless doll, when Balloon Boy had hold of her, even though she was still breathing faintly.
"Please don't leave me, don't leave us...I can finally answer your question from earlier, I do 'like like' you Puppet, a lot, an awful lot."
He then pressed his head against hers, hugging her evermore tightly.
"I love you Mari...don't go," he whispered as rivers of tears began to roll down his face.
Mangle slowly pulled the sobbing child away, allowing Toy Bonnie the space to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation, while Freddy to push down on her chest.
"Bonnie, disinfect the wound and bind it up please if you can?" Freddy asked, without taking his eyes of the Puppet, whose eyes remained shut.
Bonnie nodded, before getting out the required the items from one of the three aid knits they'd brought with them.
"Come on Puppet, don't die on us right now, you want to live and we know it," said Freddy, trying to ensure that the Puppet's heart maintained a regular beat.
"Come on, you want to see justice done right, just as much as we do."
"What do we do?" Toy Freddy asked, as Goldie only watched beside him a cold silence.
"Pray laddie, just pray to any god," Foxy added, his concern was rising as the Puppet continued to remain motionless.
"Can she hear us?" Mangle asked, lowering herself down from the van's inner ceiling.
"Well, when you're dying, your hearing is the last sense that leaves you," Toy Chica commented, searching throughout the other aid knits to find anything of use.
"Bring you down here in the dead of night…"
"Keep you working, try to survive."
"We are secretly watching you too."
"Trying our best to get at you…"
"RUN!"
Indeed, Toy Chica was right, for the Puppet could hear them, very clearly in fact...but she couldn't wake up.
She was falling down, down into the never-ending darkness of what one could amuse to be death.
She was frightened, unsure of her surroundings and filled with dread of what could await in here.
"Where am I, what is going on!" she asked herself, as she panicked internally.
Then without warning she landed on what felt like a cold hard floor, the sensation sent shivers up her spine.
In fact, she landed in a seated position, feeling her backside make contact with the ice-cold floor.
She could see nothing...hear nothing...only feel with her fingers the cold smoothness of the floor that she sat on.
"Where am I?" She asked, her eyes trying to make some sense of her surroundings.
Then as if her question was being answered, everything was lit up with a bright light, like a massive spotlight.
Once the brightness faded, her surroundings were the least suspecting.
It was a long stone hall lined with lampposts and what appeared to be statues stationed on either side.
"Strange...I've never seen this place before," she muttered, pushing herself off the ground to stand up straight.
Internally she could guess that this place was not real, that she was in some sort of dream like state and her subconscious had created this world.
She decided to explore, whilst she had the opportunity, proceeding to walk around, inspecting the statues.
Upon closer inspection, she could see that they were motionless life-like versions of her friends all of them...even Springtrap was there, standing on the opposite side to Goldie
Walking along, she saw Freddy and Bonnie on one side, while Chica and Foxy where on the other, all eyes closed and not moving.
Yet they were kept in a group, in fact all the Fazbears were isolated into groups, Originals, Toys and the first generation, that being Goldie and Springtrap.
To the Puppet, this felt very creepy especially when she passed them, were they really watching her...or were they merely pretending to be asleep?
Was there anything threatening in this world, or was it completely abandoned save for her.
She knew enough about the mental world, that when in a dream, the feeling of the subconscious influences what is, the environment, people, all of it was created and sustained by the emotional state of the subconscious.
Further down, she saw the statues of the Toys in the same pattern, with Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie on one side, and Toy Chica and Mangle being stationed on the other.
The only difference, was that there was a Balloon Boy statue next to Mangle.
"Balloon Boy," Puppet enquired in a tone of excitement and joy, quickly walking towards the life-like statue.
She leaned in closer, inspecting BB's facial features.
"Cute blue eyes, small hands, loose brown hair, and an adorable little nose," she said, smiling as she straightened the statue's hat so it fitted his head.
"Not to mentioned, an unforgettable smile," she muttered, as she stared longingly at the BB lookalike.
Since their moment on the airship, something had awakened within her, a strong desire for companionship.
Turning away from the Balloon Boy statue, she continued to walk down the hall, noting the statues of both Goldie and Springtrap in greater detail.
In stark contrast, Goldie looked well dressed and came over as charismatic like a modern gentleman, whereas Springtrap looked shabby and his demeanor suggested that he was somewhat rough around the edges.
But she only registered them briefly, as her eyes caught something else of interest at the far end of the hall.
Leaving the statues of Goldie and Springtrap behind, she walked cautiously towards her new interest warry of any new developments.
Ahead of her were four figures...obliviously by their shape and size, they were more statues.
However, unlike all the others, they were covered up by white sheets with a sign in front, saying, 'Do not touch, beware may cause injury if provoked!'
"Strange...what are these?" Puppet asked herself, but of course no reply came and she herself, didn't know the answer.
She walked up, staring at the statues, wondering what lay underneath the covers.
Slowly she reached out and took hold of one of the covers, preparing to pull it off and see what lay beneath.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you...'marionette'," a soft, charismatic voice whispered behind her.
Instantly Puppet turned round on the spot and saw nothing.
"Whose there?" she asked out loud.
"Show yourself…now!"
Then the lights died, plunging the entire hall into complete darkness.
Puppet's fears levels began to rise.
However, what happened next made them skyrocket to critical.
"Is that you...Puppet?" A cold smooth voice asked, followed by a soft chuckle...it was coming from one of the four statues.
She dropped the sheets and ran, with her feet pounding the polish stone floor.
She ended up duckling behind the Springtrap statue.
The atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed.
Puppet hugged her knees with her hands, as she sat on the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Not to mention, she was trying to stay quiet.
She heard footsteps nearby in the pitch darkness...one of the sheet covered statues was moving.
Her feelings of insecurity only continued to rise, reaching new heights.
"Puppet...Ohhh Puppet...the joy of creation...the bringer of life...hello...are you hiding...pity...we could be friends," the voice called.
The Puppet's ears pricked at the voice's familiarity, it was youthful, cheerful, although there was an obvious sinister dark undertone to it.
"Freddy?" she thought, it sounded so much like him.
The footsteps bounced off the surrounding walls, but their loudness strongly indicated to the Puppet that her intruder was close by.
"You can run."
"You can't hide."
"We'll always seek."
"We'll always find."
"You can run, but you can't hide."
"We'll always seek."
"We'll always find."
"You can run."
"You can try."
"You can run, but you can't hide."
"You can run, you can try."
"You can run, but you can't hide!"
"I know your here Puppet...I can sense you...are you hiding...tsh, tsh, tsh...hiding behind statues is not very lady-like...come on, come on out and meet me in the open?" The voice asked.
"No," the Puppet thought, keeping herself as still as it was humanly possible.
"Not playing fair...oh well...I guess I have no other choice," the voice answered, although the Puppet didn't answer back.
Several loud smashes and chaotic bangs was heard on the opposite side to where the Puppet was hiding.
The sounds of several things being hit and broken filled the stale air.
Then suddenly a statue head was thrown over her head, impacting against the opposing wall which faced Puppet, before it landed on the floor with a deafening clang.
It was Foxy's head, only now it was deeply scarred and bashed.
The eyes had been grouched out and one of his ears had been torn off, yet the entire thing was made of solid stone.
"What the!" The Puppet mentally screamed, covering her mouth with her hands.
The noises continued, as she stared at the mangled head.
"Are you ready for Freddy?" The voice asked politely, amidst the sounds of statues being toppled and smashed.
The momentum of their impact upon hitting the floor, travelled far, as Puppet could feel the multiple vibrations.
"I said 'are you ready for Freddy', Puppet?" The voice asked again, now sounding angry, as it tossed a now headless Toy Bonnie statue against the Golden Freddy statue.
The resulting impact broke both statues with the Toy Bonnie statue being broken in two at the waist, before fracturing into even more pieces.
The Golden Freddy statue cracked at the waist, with the top half toppling over backwards, leaving a half a body left on its stand.
"I SAID ARE YOU READY FOR FREDDY, PUPPET!" The voice screamed in a rage, so loud that forced the Puppet covered her ears.
She now faced two clear choices, either stay here or run and try to find a way out of this place.
Laughter filled the air as the voice's owner now appeared being enjoying its orgy of destruction.
"Why are you turning this into a challenge, I will find you Puppet, I do control this place after all," it announced with a firm tone of determination.
"They're laughing while finding."
"I'm hiding, I'm trying."
"I feel like she's lying."
"I feel like I'm dying."
"She's guiding me quietly…"
"Instructing me blindly."
"Afraid of what might be..."
"I feel like I'm dying."
"Hide!"
More statues were being broken and then tossed about the room as if they were nothing more than toys.
Fractured chunks of painted stone hit the ground and cracked into even more pieces upon impact.
A loud groan of immense frustration came from somewhere nearby.
"PUPPET, I KNOW YOUR IN HERE SOMEWHERE!" The voice shouted, picking up the Balloon Boy statue.
It threw the statue at the opposing statue of Springtrap, knocking it over backwards.
Puppet could sense the inevitable and rolled out of the way and just in time as the statue smacked into the ground, shattering upon impact.
The Puppet gasped in her fright, as she instinctively ducked behind another as of yet undestroyed statue.
She had wanted to turn in the direction of the newcomer and see their face, but she didn't as it would reveal her location.
Upon hearing her gasp, two dark red eyes which shone like rubies, turned to face her, but nothing, but empty space.
The eyes aggressively darted about in the dark, hunting for any possible hiding spots.
"I hear a sound."
"It's properly just a mouse."
"I see them in the dark."
"I only saw a spark."
"I know there's someone there."
"Not as far as I'm aware."
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Maybe you're right."
"It's just another night."
"But I heard a creak."
"Just go back to sleep."
"I'm always quick to rage."
"So go back to your stage..."
Puppet looked about, best guess she was hiding behind the Bonnie statue, she could try to make some form of distraction as so to create some distance between her and the 'thing' hunting her.
She was sitting on the floor with her back hugging the stone base of the statue, her mind was racing, what this a dream, a nightmare?
Had she merely past out from her injuries, due to potential blood loss?
Or was this death and the thing chasing her was the grim reaper himself, coming to claim her soul?
The sounds of heavy footsteps nearby, caused her to break her chain of thoughts, she wanted to escape…but how?
There was no sense of an exit in here, plus it was far too dark make anything out properly, unless you were right up close.
Yet still she wanted to get anything from whoever it was that was hounding her.
"Puppet…" the voice called again, this time it was much more relaxed.
"You that there isn't a way out of here, I can offer you the path to freedom, but first you must come out and answer my questions."
"I don't desire to harm you, but your attempts at hiding are eroding my patience."
There was a subtle growl, before the figure continued.
"So, it's best that we get this over and done with."
There was a loud solid smack, the Puppet couldn't see what it was, but the figure had just smashed its fist into the Chica statue, cracking her chest inwards.
"I'm serious."
For a while there was nothing but silence as the figure awaited the Puppet's reply, but it never came.
Venting its frustration, the figure's grabbed hold of Chica's head and with one ferrious yank, it came free of its stone neck.
Then it was sent hurling across the room, by passing the head of the Bonnie's statue by a few inches as it impacted into the wall and then under its own weight fell to the floor.
The sound and the shock, made Puppet gasp in fright, she covered her mouth, but it was done.
The figure's eyes widen with immediate recognition as it zeroed in on its target.
"Wait…Now I hear it!"
"RUN!"
Instantly it swept over to the source of the Puppet's gasp, moving around the Bonnie statue to the back, its dark red eyes filled with joy and celebration of having finally found her.
This little game of cat and mouse had gone on for long enough.
"What's that sound?"
"I know someone's there."
"Hiding in the shadows, thinking I was unaware."
"Well..."
"Who's that I see?"
The Birthday-Boy-To-Be?"
"Let's invite him over."
"Hurry up before he's bolder."
"Oh Bon-Bon!"
"Let's make this fun!"
"You can't deter me this time, no I'm done!"
"I won't go back to my stage."
"It's my new trend."
"Well, let's say hi to the new friend!"
Puppet was not there though, even in the pitch dark, it could see that she wasn't there, only empty space.
Anger filled the figure's veins, quickly becoming a tidal wave of emotion.
Yet it didn't overreact, calming itself down and keeping its anger in check.
Time for a change in tactics, intimidation was clearly not working.
Judging with the aspect of realism, she couldn't have reached the other side without it seeing her, so she must have moved further up the hall.
Puppet meanwhile was running for her life, or rather she was quickly tiptoeing her way to safety, trying to avoid giving away her location by making a sound.
She knew that the figure was somewhere behind her in the dark, no doubt searching for her in vain.
Yet at the same time, there was no obvious escape route, no exit sign.
She could barely see anything in front of her, her vision was extremely limited to that of her personal space, so she needed to rely on hearing more than ever.
"Where's the exit, where is the exit…where is that God dam exit?"
She knew that the figure would be following her, tracking her movements.
Isolated in the dark and being chased was feeding her fears, impacting her ability to think clearly.
Pity…because if she could think clearly then she might had reached the conclusion that she was walking straight into a solid stone wall.
The sudden impact of walking into face first resulted in her groaning in pain, it was instinctive, she couldn't control it.
"Ahh...bloody hell."
She stumbled backwards…only to come into physical contact with someone.
Instantly she frozen, as claws came out from behind and grabbed hold of her shoulders, digging in.
She looked up to be met by a pair of smug dark red eyes which widen in recognition.
"I knew I was right…to think I would find you over here."
She began to struggle, but the figure only further strengthens its hold on her, refusing to let her go.
"Well isn't it intriguing that…"
"If you continue to struggle, then you should fear the conquences," the figure hissed aggressively as it turned the Puppet round to face it properly.
"You seem to be just…a little bit weary of Bon-Bon and me."
It pushed Puppet harshly against the wall, pinning her in place and ensuring that she couldn't break free.
"Well there's no need..."
"We know you want to deactivate us, but we just can't let that happen."
"LET ME GO!" Puppet screamed, trying to break free with all her might, if only she could get the opportunity to unleash her strings.
"Every night always it never changes."
But the figure was equally determined not to let that happen, further pushing her into the wall, eroding her ability to move.
"But we can make accidents happen."
"Please stop, my little one, I only want to talk to you," it said, leaning into her, quickly closing the gap between them.
"LET ME GO NOW!" Puppet yelled, thrashing about to break free, loosening the figure's grip.
However, it only replied by grasping Puppet by the arms and then sharply twisting them, sending a wave of pain through her bones as they began to buckle.
Was this figure's strength capable of breaking human bones?
"So, breakable as I thought, like a real-life puppet," the figure muttered, observing her attempts to break free of its grip.
Puppet's eyes narrowed at that comment, it struck deep.
"How dare you!" she hissed in a hurt and vengeful tone.
Suddenly one of her arms broke free and she took the opportunity to unleash her strings.
A black string surged out from under her sleeve and with quick speed, it lashed fiercely against the figure's face.
It would appear to have hit home as the figure's eyes changed their position, jerking sharply to the right.
She expected it to growl like the animal that it was, but instead it chuckled warmly as if in delight.
"That's a bad girl!"
"We can make accidents happen."
Puppet brought her free arm round, ready to strike, but the stranger merely bashed it aside, like a fly.
Then it hit her hard in the stomach, with its fist impacting her like a shock wave which rippled throughout her lower body.
It was so hard that she could feel her inner organs being jolted about.
She lurched forward only to then have both of her legs kicked out from underneath her, making her fall to the floor and land on her side.
The figure stomped its foot on her side, pinning her in place.
"Puppet," it cooed softly.
"I have a few questions for you, so forget fighting back."
Yet despite her injuries, Puppet was not subdued, verbally slashing back in rage.
"JUST WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOUR NOT FREDDY, NOR TOY FREDDY OR GOLDIE, YET YOU SOUND SO MUCH LIKE THEM!" she answered back, still trying to wiggle free.
The figure laughed at her, humored by the Puppet's words.
"Well done my dear, bravo to you indeed, I must say that I greatly admire your fighting spirit."
It then removed its foot, giving Puppet the freedom to move.
She slowly sat upright, to attack the figure again would only provoke a more aggressive response.
So she might as well as talk...to buy time.
"I come from a much older time...but my origins aside, you are a knowledgeable one and you hold answers to questions that I need answering," the figure stated, stressing the last part as determination rang in its eyes.
"I'm not telling you anything monster," the Puppet replied, resting her back against the wall.
"My lips are sealed shut."
The figure sighed.
"Pity...it was the least painful option you could have chosen, oh well the other alternative is much more fun."
Then a hand or rather a claw came out of the dark and grabbed Puppet by the neck, hoisting her up off the floor.
"Fun for me, not for you though."
It's dark red eyes widen with delight, giving off the impression that the figure was smiling.
"Because while you lips maybe sealed, your mind however is not."
"Don't touch me demon, or I'll strangle you in self-defense!" Puppet screamed, unveiling her strings, which appeared out of her hands.
The figure continued to hold her in place, perhaps it didn't think she would go ahead with her threat, after her recent defeat.
"I MEAN IT FALSE FREDDY, I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" She shouted, an inner fire burned in her eyes, making the white dots shine like sapphires.
But the figure merely dismissed her aggressive stance.
"Oh yes you are...your trembling inside, even in the darkness I can see your body is shaking...your scared Puppet, just like when you first met Vincent outside FredBear's Family Diner."
The Puppet froze, the fire inside her died down.
"What...?" She asked.
"Oh please, don't act dumb...You know how it felt to have Vincent's knife plunge into your flesh, as your heart gives out and you die alone in the amidst of pain and fear...all alone, without your family and now look at you...a mere Puppet girl...with strings."
The Puppet looked shocked, in disbelief.
"Or was that the memories of the child who was killed by Vincent and his memories have become interlocked with yours..?" the figure wondered out loud.
Yet, Puppet was just confused with the figure's words, it didn't make sense.
"How can it know...I've never met this person before, the voice is new to me," she thought.
The figure then laughed, appearing to throw their head back.
"There are strings on you, but no strings on me...at least not anymore," it said, towering over Puppet, whose eyes sank down to the floor.
"Who are you?" She whispered, trembling all over.
"At least answer me that question."
The figure leaned in, so close that their lips almost made contract, but in doing, it fully revealed itself.
"I am Nightmare Freddy and I'm here to do the devil's work..."
And boy did he look the part of a monster, mirroring a strong familiarity with Freddy Fazbear himself.
"We can make accidents happen."
He stroked her chin with his claw like hands as he smiled victoriously.
"So…beautiful, the reason to why I know so much about you Puppet, is because rather recently I had a little chat with a certain prominent member of your family...I'm very surprised they hasn't told you about me...or what I'm capable of...a fatal move to make, if I might add," said he stated grinning, as the Puppet cowered under his touch.
He then sharply moved his hand up and proceeded to grab hold of her hair.
"Let me make this simple for you Puppet, if you die in here, you will die in real life...so tell me, what is the location of the Fazbear family?"
He then loosened his grip on her hair.
"I will let you go afterwards...unharmed."
Yet his eyes narrowed as his expression became frightfully stern.
"However, I will hurt you if you lie to me or try to fight back," he stressed the last few words for effect.
"I'll never tell you anything monster, you'll have to kill me instead!" the Puppet replied, finding her inner strength, she couldn't betray her family, she never would.
Nightmare Freddy's smile grew.
"Tempting, very tempting."
His smile then vanished and he appeared to shake his head as if he was sad somehow.
"So, tragic for such a little thing like you...oh well..."
Then within a second, the sad expression vanished to be replaced by a look of frustration and anger.
His dark red eyes started to glow, as gripped her hair ever more tightly. while he raised his other razor-sharp claw to strike her.
"Either way I'm getting my questions answered, one way or another," he snared, narrowing his eyes as he towered over her.
"A little beating can go a long way into getting a confession out of you."
"We can make accidents happen."
The Puppet tired her best to cover herself with her hands for protection, truth was she didn't really want to die.
Her mind immediately casted to that of the Fazbears, all loving and embracing.
The family whom in her mind, she 'betrayed' only to be forgiven for everything.
"I love you all."
Her thoughts shifted onto Balloon Boy, the happy smiling child, the one who had sang to her on the airship when she was struggling to cope with her wounds.
The one who had tried to be by her side since the beginning and she had completely ignored his countless attempts to help her.
So many times, he had approached her, offering her his advice or mere presence as a form of comfort when times were tough.
Yet he was just a child and yes while she herself was also a child, mentally she far older than she physically appeared.
Why…was it out of pride, or was it that she didn't even notice his advances, being too occupied with exposing Vincent.
"BB, I'm sorry for ignoring you…for all these years," she mentally confessed as Nightmare Freddy gloated in triumphant delight.
"We can make accidents happen..."
Then...the complete unexpected happened.
There was a massive blast at the far end of the hall, as a doorway exploded its way into existence, opening up and allowing mass volumes of white light to pour in.
"What the?" Nightmare Freddy asked, rather shocked to what he had just witnessed.
It was clear that this new development was not of his own making.
"Come on Puppet, we know you want to live," a female voice called from the door.
"Come home lassie, we need you," another voice cried, this one being that of a male.
"Bonnie, Foxy, is that you?" Puppet asked, their voices sounded rather faint and distinct.
Yet you make out the determined tone in which they spoke.
"Come home Mari...I want to care for you, I want to get to know you better," a childlike voice cried.
"Balloon Boy, I hear you!" The Puppet shouted, with desperation, she had never been so happy to hear his voice.
"Wait you're a...couple?" Nightmare Freddy asked, sounding very confused.
Despite his well-found ability to read people, this idea pricked his immoral interest.
He then shook his head.
"Never mind, your time's up," he growled, bringing his claw down.
The Puppet within an instant, broke free of his grip and dogged his attack before rolling away between his legs.
Once she was completely free, she made a dash for the glowing door of freedom and safety.
"COME BACK PUPPET!'" Nightmare Freddy yelled, turning round and chasing after her.
The Puppet ignored him, running towards the doorway, which glowed with a bright, white light.
"I love you Mari!" Balloon Boy's shouted, his voice filling up the entire hall.
In all fairness, Puppet was not entirely sure of her feelings towards BB, but his feelings for her were genuine.
Perhaps being close to someone wouldn't be too bad after all…she wouldn't be alone anymore.
"I LOVE YOU TOO BALLOON BOY, AND I'M COMING HOME!" she shouted, reaching out with her hands, as she neared the door...freedom was beckoning her.
Then an intense pain shot up through her leg, she screamed as she was instantly pulled down to the floor with a thud.
She turned round to see a small Freddy head had clamped into her leg, with its sharp teeth digging deep into her skin.
Its appearance strongly suggested that it was snake like, it bore a strong resemblance to Nightmare Freddy, but being a much smaller version of him with jagged teeth, brown reddish hair and dark red eyes to match.
A small wire draped out of the rear of its head, leading back towards...Nightmare Freddy, who had the wire connected inside his suit.
He waggled his finger at her, smiling mischievously.
"That's a bad little puppet, running away from her owner," he said, with his dark red eyes gleaming.
"YOU DON'T OWN ME!" The Puppet shouted, trying to pull herself through the doorway.
Nightmare Freddy chuckled in response.
"Oh, I will do when I'm done with you, believe me," he stated, narrowing his eyes, whilst still smiling.
He then shot another Freddy head from his other hand which clamped onto the Puppet's other leg.
The Puppet screamed in sheer agony, as the pain spread throughout her lower body.
"Come to me Puppet," Nightmare Freddy said, pulling on the wires, trying to drag the Puppet back and away from the door.
The Puppet tried her best to pull herself through the doorway.
The teeth of the Freddy heads were tearing into her skin, and each time Nightmare Freddy pulled, they pulled the skin back, layer after layer after layer.
Those Freddy heads ripped into the leg muscle and nerves, immobilising all other bodily senses.
The pain was beyond anything she had experienced before, it was all she could feel.
"FUCK...YOU!" She screamed, gripping onto the doorway with all her might.
More voices rang out from beyond the door.
"She's breathing, we have a chance," said Toy Chica.
"Quick someone get the oxygen mask now," Mangle cried.
"Foxy sing to her, it might help her wake up," Goldie ordered.
"Must...break...free," Puppet hissed, trying to hold onto the doorway.
She knew that if she let go for even a second, Nightmare Freddy would win.
"Oh, I've got no strings to hold me down...I don't know what comes next," Foxy stated, clearly singing a song from Disney's Pinocchio.
"Good God man, you're a children's entertainer...does anyone know any songs from the Nutcracker...that was a thing, right?" Springtrap asked.
Nightmare Freddy laughed, throwing his head back.
"Oh charming, he's so far behind in what's popular isn't he that Springtrap, the same thing could be said of Foxy."
His dark red eyes gleamed, as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his upper bare chest.
"Anyway...one more should do it," he said, as a third Freddy head tore its way out of his skin, breaking through and revealing its bloodthirsty array of sharp, jagged teeth.
The Puppet's eyes widen as the Freddy head eyed her like the way a lion does to a zebra.
"No please...no more!" she mentally screamed, this would be the absolute end of her.
"Sleep tight!" Nightmare Freddy said, grinning like an utter sadist.
The Freddy head burst out of its holding and flew straight towards the Puppet with its mouth wide open, aiming to bite deep into her skull.
"NO!"
Then just as the Freddy head was about to sink its fangs into her head, a glowing white arm suddenly came in from the left, knocking it aside, sending it flying into the nearby wall with a deafening smack.
"Huh?" She said completely in shock and she wasn't the only one as Nightmare Freddy looked equally surprised.
Then several white shapes flowed out of the doorway, forming into the transparent shapes of children...eleven children to precise.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF FREDBEAR ARE THOSE THINGS!" Nightmare Freddy screamed, not in fear, but in frustration.
Eight of the children flew around the Nightmare, blinding him temporarily and forcing him to shift his attention away from the Puppet.
One child approached her, holding out its hand.
"Go, we'll hold him off for as long as we can, go run, they are waiting for you," it said, its voice strongly matched that of a female as two other children pulled the Freddy heads off Puppet's legs.
They proceeded to snap them into two, removing the head from the body, then throwing them onto the floor and stomping on them.
"Thank you," Puppet replied, lifting herself up, leaning on the doorway for support as the pain continued to surge is way throughout her lower body.
The child smiled, patting the Puppet on the head, like a mother would do to a child.
"Now go, for the Purple Man has come a knocking," it warned, before turning round and joining the others in disabling Nightmare Freddy.
The Puppet limped through the doorway and fell forward into the white heavenly glow, vanishing completely from sight.
This act infuriated Nightmare Freddy.
"NOOOOO!" he violently yelled, striking out at the ghosts which surrounded him, they wisely dogged his incoming blows.
The spirits then broke off and raced into the doorway, which was now quickly disappearing as the walls closed in on it.
Nightmare Freddy try to follow them but the doorway closed shut, becoming a solid wall, which collided rather sharply with his fist.
"NO, NO, NO, NOOOOO, DAM THAT FUCKING BITICH, DAM HER TO HELL!" He screamed, hammering his fists against the wall.
Things were going his way until those ghosts turned up, where from he didn't know.
Mentally he restrained himself, there was nothing to achieve by overreacting, his target was gone as were his hopes for gaining information.
He clicked his fingers...from across the vast room, wherever they were, the Freddy heads mysteriously repaired themselves back together, before slithering back and leaping into his suit and skin.
They sought the warm refuge which only his presence could provide.
In truth they shouldn't be snakes, but the process in which he was brought into this world had unexpectedly morphed them.
He wondered if any of the other Nightmares had encountered similar issues.
"I'll make her pay for escaping me," he hissed, clutching his claws into fists.
"Next time, I won't be so overconfident, I made the mistake of not counting for an outside intervention."
He looked around the room, even in the pitch blackness he could easily see the three remaining statues isolated at the far end, still covered in white sheets.
He walked over to them, bypassing the rubble created by his breaking of the Fazbear statues, the edges of his suit flowed over smashed heads and fractured arms.
Upon reaching his destination, he grabbed a firm hold of the white sheet, before pulling them away, revealing what lay underneath.
Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica and Nightmare Foxy all stood still...as if they were dormant.
Even they were just more statues which had been painted to look lifelike, Nightmare Freddy felt them to be the real deal.
"Where are you guys?" he asked, circling them, running his hand across their hair in a rather affectionate manner.
"Why am I the only one awake, why aren't you here with me, Vincent did bring the four of us into this world, why has he not awaken you yet?"
Nightmare Freddy rubbed his head and sighed as he straightened his tattered top hat.
"I need to send a message to Freddy and the other Fazbears, something along the lines of, 'if one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do," he said, voicing his thoughts out loud.
With that idea in mind, he turned and gazed across the rest of the room, looking at the broken statues of the Fazabear Family.
His dark red eyes narrowed as he lined up his list of potential targets.
"To have the desired effect, I need to 'target' someone...someone close to Freddy."
Then he saw the ideal target.
He clapped his hands in delight as he walked forward with a spring in his step.
"Of course, how could I forget 'her'."
Upon reaching it, he reached down, picking up the statue head and held it in his hands at eye level.
"You will do nicely...it's always nice to rock the boat in any potential relationship."
He then threw the statue head against the wall with all his might, causing it to shatter into hundreds of pieces, laughing his head off, as he started to laugh, his laugh turning quite sinister as it echoed off the surrounding walls.
Laughing still and sounding like a full-blown madman, Nightmare Freddy closed his eyes and faded away...his laughter fading away with him as the entire scene slowly evaporated itself from existence.
Back in Jeremy's van, the Puppet suddenly to shock of everyone rose up, opened her eyes and started to breathe once more.
"SHE'S AWAKE!" Toy Bonnie shouted, causing everyone to cheer.
"It's ok dear, just breathe, just breathe slowly, in and out, there, feeling better?" Chica asked, holding the Puppet by the shoulders.
The Puppet nodded, as she began to gasp for breath, allowing air to fill her lungs.
Then suddenly she screeched in absolute agony, gripping her legs, which the others only just noticed were bleeding rather heavily, being mangled and torn open.
They also bore the heavy indications of bite marks.
"JESUS, WHERE DID THOSE THINGS COME FROM?" Freddy asked, deeply alarmed by their appearance.
"Quick someone pour the disinfection on now," Mangle ordered.
"It looks as if someone...has bitten her...but who?" Springtrap asked, but no one was listening to his question, they were all too busy into trying to fix Puppet's wounds.
Toy Chica began to pour the disinfection on the leg wounds, causing the Puppet to scream out in pain, as her flesh reacted fiercely with the medical liquid.
She reacted physically, forcing Toy Freddy and Foxy to restrain her and keep still as the others did their work.
"Someone get me the sleeping gas, there's a small canister in the second box...I think?" Springtrap asked.
"I need to tell you all something-"
But no one was paying any real attention to the Puppet's words.
"Thanks, Foxy, alright this'll put you to sleep, while your body heals, it's quicker that way," said Springtrap, opening up the Puppet's mouth and spraying in the sleeping gas.
But she strongly resisted.
"NO, I HAD A DREAM...I WAS ATTACKED BY A GUY CALLED NIGHTMARE FREDDY!"
But the others were more focused on restraining her, than on what she was saying.
To be fair, in the chaos, they all thought that she unaware of her surroundings.
"HE'S COMING FOR US...TO KILL...US...he wants...to know...where...we...all...are," the Puppet said, slowly falling backwards as the sleeping gas took hold of her mind, soon she was fast asleep.
"There rest easy now...no more bad dreams," Toy Bonnie said, laying the Puppet down on the ground, while Foxy started to wrap several bandages around her bleeding legs.
"Guys, how's the Puppet?" Mike asked, turning round from the front passenger seat, he had heard the screaming.
"She's fine...just resting...we'll monitor her occasionally, but she will heal, her arm needs to be in a sling for a while though," Chica replied.
"Hurray!" Balloon Boy shouted, punching his fist into the air.
"We'll be at my place in about ten minutes," Jeremy stated, turning a street corner.
"Everyone just sit back and relax now, oh by the way, Jeremy says he's prepared pizza for you lot," Mike announced, smiling as he revealed a little surprise.
There was an enormous cheer of approval from the back at the announcement that they were going to be feed.
"Pizza?" Springtrap asked, he had never tried it before.
Everyone else just turned to look at him in utter confusion.
"Man, you are old, aren't you," Toy Freddy commented heartily, which earned him a death's glare from Springtrap.
"Not old enough to not be able to kill," he muttered sternly under his breath.
"Well, I say we just sit back and relax like Mike says," Goldie said joyfully, resting his back against the wall.
Everyone else followed suit.
Within ten minutes, they reached Jeremy's home.
He pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition, before undoing his seatbelt and climbing out.
"Well that wasn't so bad was it Mike?" He asked with a hint of smugness.
"No...apart from a few street corners, it wasn't so bad after all," Mike replied, scratching his head as he climbed out.
"Well here we are, home sweet home," said Jeremy, pointing to his house as everyone else climbed out of the back of the van.
"Nice...is it really that big?" Chica asked, looking at the multiple storey house.
"Why would you need all that space, if your the only one living in it?" Toy Chica asked, stretching her arms.
"Well for two reasons really, one I did have a huge family back in my youth and second I can't be bothered to move out, so I just stayed here," Jeremy replied.
He turned to look back at the Fazbear family in its entirety.
"One, two, three, four, twelve of you and Mike included."
He scratched the back of neck.
"We may struggle for space, but we'll manage I hope."
Jeremy pulled the keys to his van out of his pocket and pressed them, making the van's headlights blinked once to signal that the van's doors were locked.
"Well come in then, I'll get the pizza ready, I brought in several variations in case you were bored of the classical Margherita," he said smiling, pulling out his house keys.
He twisted the keys in the lock.
"Just don't eat me out of house and home though," he thought, opening the front door and stepping inside.
The others followed him inside, edger to seek a well-earned period of rest after all the recent chaos they had just been forced to endure...
Nightmares can reach far and wide, but they are not invincible.
I was inspired to write the airship crash scene when I watched Madagascar 2, in which they crashed their makeshift airplane. ;-)
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