This chapter is as the title says...I'll say no more.
Just to add for now there won't much in the way of songs being added in the first several chapters, more focus on setting the scene and developing the characters, although at some point there will be a shift.
Chapter 9.
Mistrust, Tensions And Foreboding.
"Trust dies…but mistrust blooms."
Sophocles
Eight hours later…
The Puppet was sleeping softly on the couch in Jeremy's living room, this time she appeared to be undisturbed, whatever had been troubling her had departed her mind.
Meanwhile everyone else was tucking into several different variations of pizza in Jeremy's dining room.
Though they had arrived at Jeremy's house around 12 o'clock, they had spent much time getting settled into the various rooms, which they were would be sleeping in.
And to be fair, it had taken Jeremy, a good long while to prepare pizzas for thirteen people, including himself.
Thank God, he had thought ahead with their anticipated appetites, otherwise he would have run out of at least a week's worth of food before day three.
"The old Margherita classic was great, but this seafood pizza is fantastic," Mangle commented, biting off slice after slice.
"It's says on the box it's called a Napolitana, why I do not know" said Bonnie, who was eating a Funghi.
"Makes sense to me though," said Foxy who eating a Peperoni.
Goldie was obviously enjoying his Marinara, Springtrap however just stared into his Hawaii, confused by its texture and appearance...to him it was just alien.
"What's wrong Spring, aren't you hungry?" Goldie asked, turning to face him.
Springtrap shook his head.
"No, it's not that, it's...what is this?" He asked, picking up a slice.
"It's just mozzarella cheese, ham and pineapple, that's all," Goldie replied.
"Pineapple...who would want to add pineapple in pizza, ham maybe, but still pineapple," Springtrap exclaimed.
"Just take a bite...you'll never know if you don't try," said Goldie.
Springtrap closed his eyes and bit into the pizza slice.
Several flavors entered his mouth, the sweetness of the cooked pineapple, the cured taste of ham, followed swiftly by the overpowering taste of grilled mozzarella.
"Well?" Goldie asked, watching Springtrap's expression.
"It's good, very good, a perfect combination of flavors," Springtrap replied, smiling, before taking another slice.
Goldie just rolled his eyes, mentally laughing inside.
"Honestly Spring, you just need to take a step forward every once in a while."
"What's a Quattro Formaggi?" BB asked, who was the only one eating a Margherita.
"Says here it's tomato sauce, with four assorted cheeses, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, blue cheese, and goat cheese," Mike answered, reading the ingredients on the box.
"So how was your flight here then?" Jeremy asked, slicing off bits of his Capricciosa pizza.
"Apart from the obvious crash landing, did you have to crash it Mike, we worked years on that thing, getting to actually fly was the hardest part."
Everyone stopped in mid motion, the room went deathly silent, wide eyes glancing at one another.
"Did I…touch on something sensitive?" Jeremy asked, looking around the table, he was surprised that his words had caused such a reaction.
Freddy cleared his throat and spoke.
"No... Jeremy, you didn't, we just...went through an awful lot to get there, if you hadn't guess by now we nearly lost someone as a result of it," he said, tilting his head to the living room, where the Puppet lay fast asleep.
Mike then spoke next
"Basically Jeremy, long story cut short, Purple Guy or 'Vincent Afton' which is his name by the way, I think it's time to drop the term 'Purple Guy, we all know who he is."
He continued.
"Anyway, Vincent attacked us as we were leaving the Pizzeria, we escaped, but Foxy was injured in the process," he leaned back in his chair.
"We flew through the night towards Chicago, but in the morning and believe me when I say this, we were attacked again by Vincent...with his own airship...and an army of endoskeletons...it was a hard-fought battle, 'but in the end the pilot, aka me, held things together, as everyone else struggled'." Mike finished with an amused look on his face, he knew how the others would react and they did without fail.
"THAT'S COMPLETE AND UTTER RUBBISH MIKE!" Mangle shouted, standing up tall, her endoskeleton arms rose above her head, making those sitting nearby move away quickly.
She closed her eyes and restrained herself, before continuing.
"If I haven't fixed that second propeller, we wouldn't be here," she stressed.
"Actually, if I wasn't there to stop the PG's endoskeletons from attacking you Mangle, the propeller wouldn't be fixed and 'we wouldn't be here'," said Toy Freddy, folding his arms.
"He does have a point there, Mangle," Chica commented, supporting the Toy's motion.
"Actually...I think we all owe it to Springtrap, he saved Goldie and Bonnie, destroyed most of PG's endoskeletons and chased him back to his own airship, before making him beat a hasty retreat when we were all on the back foot," said Balloon Boy, sounding rather mature for his age.
Everyone turned to look at Springtrap, who felt rather nervous with everyone staring at him.
"Yes, your quite right BB, we do all owe it to Springtrap, we wouldn't be here, if he hadn't intervened," Mike stated.
"Jeremy if you want to credit anyone here, credit Springtrap, he's a real-life saver."
He then turned back to face Jeremy, eyes locked as the man listened intendedly.
"So, as I was saying, Vincent attacked us, but with our combined efforts and Springtrap's unexpected yet timely intervention we defeated him...or rather drove him off, however my airship had taken serious damage so we had to crash land as you know and well that's it," he said, finishing his story.
"So now what, you are all here and in one piece?" Jeremy asked.
"This is the grand plan still in action, despite the unexpected return of Vincent?"
"Well, like we always said, it was kind of mixed, while we do want to travel and see the world," Freddy began, being the de-facto leader, he felt that it was his role to speak for all of them.
"We equally do long to restart the Fazbear chain, it was our collective dream," he said smiling at the possibility of the last thought becoming a reality.
"We have mentioned it in previous years, even though it is an unlikely possibility."
He then sighed as cold hard reality filtered into his mind.
"Too much has happened in the public eye for it to be merely swept under the carpet."
"Although…" he smiled.
"It would be nice to return to the good old days."
Both Mike and Jeremy went pale white in the face at the idea of returning to 'good old days'.
They had long known that it was the Fazbears' ultimate dream to restore what they had lost, but their collective experiences as night guards had left them mentally rattled.
Even the mere mention of the business being brought back, cast their minds back to uneasy times.
"Don't worry, we won't try to stuff you two into Fazbear suits, or hound you every night...maybe every Wednesday though," Freddy stated, adding a bit of humor to the last part.
"No more popping up outside my door?" Mike asked sternly.
"Yes, no more," Bonnie answered, folding her arms.
"No more teleporting into my office?"
Everyone turned to look at Goldie, who smiled rather weakly.
"Yes, I'll stop that," he answered quickly.
"No more twitching heads or demonic sounds?"
"Yeah, we'll try to stop that," the Originals all answered, nodding their heads in a collective response.
"No more running down the hall and banging on the office door?"
"Aye laddie no more," Foxy replied, swinging his hook about.
"Not flashing eyes and playing music outside when the power goes off?"
"Well...no I'll stop that...except for Halloween," said Freddy smiling.
"No more crawling through the vents, or attacking me in the office?" Jeremy asked, eyeing everyone suspiciously.
"Yes, we'll stop doing that...apart from Halloween," Toy Bonnie answered.
"What about hanging on the celling?" Mangle asked.
"No more repeat of that please for the love of God?" Jeremy stated, holding his head in his hands.
Mangle nodded in response, for her it was sad to see that those events still influenced him.
"No more stealing my flashlight batteries?"
Jeremy looked straight at Balloon Boy, who sank deep into his chair.
"I'll stop, honest," he squeaked, now feeling quite small.
"No more jumping out of the music box and scaring me to death?"
"If the Puppet was here, she'll properly agree to stop," Toy Freddy replied, speaking on the Puppet's behalf.
"And finally, no more attacking me in the shape of a giant golden head or teleporting into my office," said Jeremy, looking directly at Goldie, who only sank into his seat, much to Springtrap's amusement.
"Yes, I'll stop doing that, I promise, full stop," he answered.
"Well with that all settled, should you successfully restart the Fazbear chain we'll be your night guards then," said Mike, as colour returned to his face.
Jeremy nodded in support of the idea.
"If you promise to stop, then we'll repay you the favor of having sheltered you and all your little secrets."
His eyes then briefly flickered over to the oven's digital clock, which now read as 8 pm.
"Jesus is that the time already and the sun is only just setting, man the day has just flown by," he said, catching everyone else's attention.
Balloon Boy then yawned, followed by Bonnie, Foxy and Toy Chica.
"You guys tired?" Jeremy asked.
"Yeah, it's been a long day," Mike replied, he yawned whilst stretching his arms.
"Yes, a good long sleep would be nice," said Freddy, yawning.
"We'll figure out our next move tomorrow," Goldie stated, standing up, pushing his chair back in the process.
"He's right, we must best get some sleep while we are here," Foxy added, stretching his arms.
"Help me clean all this up first and then you can sleep, I'll be able to serve breakfast much faster tomorrow if the kitchen is clean," Jeremy asked.
Everyone else groaned as they stood up, but helped anyway.
Sometime around 9 pm, they all retired to bed, edger to get some well desired rest.
Balloon Boy had insisted on being with the Puppet, so he got to slept on the couch opposite to her in the living room.
This did however deprive anyone the opportunity of coming down in the morning, hoping to use the TV.
Freddy and Bonnie would be sharing a room, as would Foxy and Chica.
It was the same arrangements for Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie, as well as for Mangle and Toy Chica.
Goldie and Springtrap would be sleeping up in the loft, where there was a single double bed, whilst Mike and Jeremy had their own respected rooms.
Freddy was sitting on the bed in the night clothes, which Jeremy had provided for him and the others, when Bonnie walked in, having got changed in the floor's bathroom.
In the moonlight, she looked beautiful, although Bonnie had never considered herself to be a girly girl, but she did have a softer side.
Her purplish hair gleamed as it became caught in the moonlight's reflections.
Her eyes, a deep reddish purple appeared to glow, amplifying her beauty.
"What are you looking at?" She asked, her eyes narrowed at Freddy's love struck gaze.
"Is something wrong?"
Freddy couldn't initially engineer a proper response.
"I, I, I, I think you look beautiful in the moonlight...it really catches your hair," Freddy replied sounding rather nervous.
Bonnie soften her gaze, as she climbed into bed.
"Thank you, it was…a nice thing of you to say," she said, although she kept her head down as she spoke, not wanting to reveal her embarrassment.
"You don't wiggle do you?" She asked, settling down under the covers.
"No, I don't," Freddy replied, laying his head down on the pillow.
"You should know, we all generally sleep side by side anyway," he muttered.
"Good, because it's annoying," said Bonnie, rolling over to face the window.
"Oh yeah, that needs the curtains pulling over it," she said, getting up and walking over to the window.
Upon pulling the curtains over the window, the room was plunged into darkness.
Bonnie then got back into bed, pulling the covers over her once more.
For a moment, they just lay there, not really sleeping, they both had too many thoughts running about inside their heads.
"Bonnie...are you awake?" Freddy asked, his eyes darted about in the pitch blackness.
"Yes...what is it Freddy?" She asked back.
"I was wondering."
Freddy rolled over to face her.
"Have I changed?" He asked, his light blue eyes glowed in the darkness.
Bonnie thought for a moment before answering.
"Physically no, mentally yes, but then that was always going happen to you, me included."
"How have I changed?" Freddy asked, his eyes set about searching hers for answers, clearly he felt insecure.
"If you're worried about what P.G said on the airship about you not being so energetic, he's dead wrong, you're not feeble and won't become so anytime soon," Bonnie replied.
"But…" she paused before continuing.
"You have become more noticeably stressed in recent years, you don't appear to be as happy as you used to be and I'm afraid to be blunt, but I fear your becoming more pessimistic, not optimistic."
"Oh," was all Freddy could say, sitting up straight.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings Freddy, it's just-"
"It's ok Bonnie, it's ok, I'm glad I spoke to someone about it, I also know why...these past few years, trying to keep everything running has tired me out, I get so stressed at times, I don't want to lose our home, our family, it's only thing that keeps me going."
Freddy closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
"I just wish things would go back to way they were, I feel so undervalued, like no one remembers us, like we came and went without a moment's notice," he said, obviously looking for nostalgia.
"Oh Freddy," Bonnie replied in a sad tone, leaning against him.
"I wish for that to happen too, remember the early days, when the kids would gather around us and they would dance and sing in tune with our songs?"
"Yeah," said Freddy, the corners of his mouth lifted upwards into a smile.
"Remember me playing my guitar, Foxy and his pirate act, Chica showing off her cupcake and you singing into your microphone, while Goldie would watch from the parts and service room. Remember how he would smile...do you know why he smiled?" Bonnie asked.
Freddy laughed.
"Because he was proud of us," he answered.
"Yes, because he was proud of us, of all four of us, of what we had achieved. The Toys see us as role models, I see it in Toy Bonnie's eyes, in Toy Chica's eyes, in Mangle's eyes and in Toy Freddy's eyes when he looks at you, they believe in us, you don't have feel like you've become worthless, just because the Pizzeria has gone under," Bonnie replied, her eyes gleamed as she spoke.
"What are you trying to say?" Freddy asked, turning to face her.
Bonnie shook her head and rolled her eyes in frustration.
"Your still valued Freddy, I value you, Chica does, Foxy does, as do the Toys, BB, the Puppet, Goldie, Mike and Jeremy, and in time, Springtrap will see you in the same light as well."
"The kids whom you entertained are properly adults by now, but they'll remember you, the impact you made on their lives, you aren't forgotten Freddy...you never will be, even if the Fazbear chain has ended, it's just another stage in our lives, heck it maybe not even be the end of the business."
Freddy smiled.
"I know Bonnie, thank you, I feel much better," he replied, he hugged her, much to her surprise.
"Do you remember our first Christmas as a family?" He asked, as he withdrew from the hug.
"You mean when Foxy almost burnt down the whole Pizzeria when he try to make pizza, yeah, it was a good thing Chica knew where the fire extinguisher was," Bonnie replied, she giggled as the memory replayed in her head.
"You gave me a rose, didn't you and I gave you a snowdrop," she said.
"It was my favourite flower back then...still is really, now that I think about it," Freddy replied.
"Remember when we would sneak out of the Pizzeria in the winter to play in the snow, Goldie would never approve."
Bonnie laughed.
"But then he would get stuck in and throw snowballs at us, the hyper-critic that he was."
"He was just trying to be a father figure for us, we were like teenagers back then, I do miss those days, when we knew nothing about the pain of hardship or loss," Freddy sighed.
"Good and bad have their endings, but we must take them as they come," said Bonnie, holding his hand.
"I know...this isn't end for us...just a low point in our lives, you can't go any further than rock bottom," Freddy stated, his fingers entwinde with Bonnie's.
His light blue eyes met her pinkish red, in the darkness they were alone.
Bonnie acting under pure instincts tilted her head and leaned in, Freddy did likewise.
They could feel each other's breath against their skin as their lips narrowed the gap between them.
"HOOOOO!"
The hooting of an owl outside, caused the couple to jump back, ruining the mood between them.
They both blushed bright red, upon realising that they were in each other's arms, suddenly everything felt awkward.
Neither one of them said anything, as they moved to their respected edge of the bed, before rolling over, still blushing.
"That bloodily owl, I was about to make my dreams into a reality," Freddy thought, tightening his fists in frustration.
"Gee that was very cliche, I was so close to confessing my feelings then," Bonnie mentally moaned, she signed and closed her eyes and try to sleep, hoping that the special moment she and Freddy had just shared would continue uninterrupted in her dreams...Freddy equally hoped for the same thing.
Across Jeremy's house, everyone settled down for the night, telling each other of pass memories or simply falling asleep due to sheer exhaustion.
In the loft, which was just situated under the roof, Springtrap and Goldie lay back onto their pillows, pulling the covers over them.
"Don't confuse me for a woman in the middle of the night and start stroking me in your sleep," Springtrap stated, moving towards his edge of the bed.
"Oh, get real Spring, why would I confuse you for a woman, your clearly a man?" Goldie asked.
"It's just precautions Goldie," Springtrap replied.
"Spring, do me a favour and stop worrying, I would never do that to you, it's just irrational," said Goldie, shaking his head.
"Your right, I'm being irrational, sorry...I've been out for thirty-seven years...I've missed so much, I can't even remember what happened prior to my deep sleep."
Goldie's heart stopped, he froze.
"You don't remember...anything...anything at all?" He asked looking rather nervous, something Springtrap mentally noted.
"I remember several things like us performing on stage...and that the Purple Man killed a child...but that's it," he said.
Goldie, sighed and relaxed, again Springtrap took note of this.
"Well hopefully you can fill in those gaps Goldie, I would like to know how I ended up in a coma, I mean it's not like something bad happened to me like say...a mental breakdown."
Goldie body suddenly stiffed, so Springtrap chose his next words carefully.
"Or perhaps, I merely passed out in my room and just wouldn't wake up," he said smiling.
Goldie smiled back, although it was a weak smile.
"Whether you believe it or not, that is actually what happen, it was easy to tell the kids though, they understood, it was quite a big shock though," Goldie replied, although he looked uneasy.
Springtrap laughed.
"Really...I must have been exhausted from working twenty four seven."
"Yeah you were, you wouldn't stop," Goldie laughed back.
On the surface Springtrap was happily interacting with Goldie, but underneath the mask he'd put on, he was fuming with rage.
He was merely testing Goldie, to see how honest he would be and he wasn't happy with the results.
He knew the real reason why he fell into a deep coma, Springtrap remembered everything, the murder, the dropping of the plushie and Goldie's refusal to acknowledge his cries.
"Your lying to me Goldie...why!" He mentally shouted.
Springtrap opened up his arms.
"Come here," he said.
Goldie leaned forward and hugged his old-time friend.
"I've missed you Spring Bonnie," he said, warping his arms around his neck
"I've missed you too Goldie," Springtrap replied.
However, Goldie didn't see his smile turn into a frown.
"So why aren't you telling me the truth Goldie...I have a right to know, considering what I've just been through for the past three and half decades."
They both redrew from the embrace, Springtrap immediately replaced his frown with a fake smile.
"Well I'll see you in the morning then Fredbear, sleep well," he said, rolling onto his side, so his back was facing Goldie.
"Sleep well Spring Bonnie, see you at breakfast...pleasant dreams," Goldie replied.
"Yeah...like that'll happen," Springtrap thought, his eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists.
"I think we should have a little talk Goldie, just you and me...I have questions and you hold the answers...I gave you the chance to be honest with me...but now you leave me with no other option, but one and it ain't pretty...direct confrontation."
Meanwhile downstairs in the living room, Balloon Boy was covering the Puppet in a blanket.
She looked so cute, when she was asleep.
"Good night Mari, sweet dreams," Balloon Boy said, before leaning down and softly kissing her on the forehead.
"I'll see you tomorrow, sleep well."
He climbed onto the couch opposite and pulled the blanket over him.
In the pitch darkness, his blue eyes focused on the sleeping figure of the Puppet.
"I'll protect you Mari...I swear it, we are all family here and that's what's kept us going, it's unbreakable," he thought.
What Balloon Boy didn't know was that nothing within the entire universe was invincible, families can be broken...and they can stay broken forever.
Balloon Boy himself had seen that happen to this family and at the time, it looked as if things would never change back to what they once were.
Yet even though they all pulled together in the end, the risk of things being different had been great, and it never left their minds…
Even now the possibility remained, admittedly it was faint and small…but it could always rise again…
Back at the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, within an old, abandoned and decayed room, hidden well from any prying eyes, Nightmare Freddy sat on a table with his eyes closed.
He was breathing in and out slowly, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
He was currently thinking of what he would do to his next victim and this time, he would leave a mark, a tear in the seam of the Fazbear Family.
He was also waiting for Vincent's reply, he had sent him a text explaining his plans and was asking what his were.
Until he received that reply, he would stay where he was.
For some unexplained reason, the watch tracker, wouldn't show the location of the Fazbear family anymore.
According to him, it's readings had vanished rather abruptly sometime around eleven am and Nightmare Freddy didn't know why.
Hence why he'd asked the Puppet that very question earlier on.
In reality, and unknown to him, they had actually crash landed their airship, which meant that the tracking device Vincent had attached to the ship had been destroyed along with everything else.
He opened his eyes and looked at his chains which bound him to the wooden table on which he sat.
By tomorrow morning, they would be broken and he would finally be set free.
He could then chase his victims down, something which he longed for deeply.
A smile crept its way onto his face, oh how he longed for such freedom, to be and act under his own terms.
He hated being chained up like a rapid attack dog, it was mentally frustrating and sapped away at his patience which was quite limited.
He was a man of action, not inaction, he wanted to act now and rip into his opponents and tear them apart, one by one.
The mental images of such events could only momentarily satisfy his bloodlust for so long.
His mind then turned to pondering on what the world was like outside.
In truth, he hadn't seen the outside world with his own eyes, he had seen pictures of the world, he knew enough about humanity, their history and culture to blend in.
He was thinking on the idea of what it would be like to see a natural park, when Vincent's text came through.
At long last a response, it read:
"Fantastic idea, NF, I was about to suggest the very same thing myself, great minds do think alike."
"I've encountered the others near Chicago, they took quite a beating and I would have won, if Springtrap hadn't awoken, don't underestimate him at any cost should you meet him."
The message continued.
"I'm heading south west, to one of the old abandoned Pizzerias, I thought it was best that we gather some reinforcements, needless to say you can properly guess who they are."
Nightmare Freddy texted back.
"My family?"
Within seconds of sending it, he received Vincent's reply.
"Yes...your family, are you heading to Chicago, when those chain deactivate, because that's where Freddy and others are?"
Nightmare Freddy sent his response, answering Vincent's question.
"Yes, I'll meet up with you soon, we'll make further plans then, now I'm off to wreak havoc...but this time, I'm not fooling around!"
Vincent merely sent him a smiley face as a sign of agreement.
"Mmm...how amusing,' Nightmare Freddy stated in a rather unnatural monotone voice, which for him was unusual.
He turned his watch off and slowly laid back on the table, like one would do in bed.
Now as he understood it, Freddy shouldn't have told anyone about his encounter, so the others wouldn't be expecting him.
In fairness, he wondered if he had made a serious strategic error in attacking Puppet and then allowing her to escape.
There was the high chance that she told the others about him and that Freddy would join in with his experience on the matter.
Had he given away the element of surprise after working so hard to maintain it?
As he allowed sleep to overcome his mind, the walls of his confinement faded away as did the entire pizzeria, until he was floating above the earth in the cold darkness of space.
Even if one half of the world, consisting of Europe, Africa and the Middle East was lit up by the sun, he could see very clearly the earth's main colours of green, blue, yellow, white and brown.
The other half of the earth mainly North and South America, including some parts of the Far East were in complete darkness, but Nightmare Freddy could see millions upon millions of little lights.
It wasn't light pollution, but the dreams of people, for as each one fell asleep, a little light appeared above their head to indicate that they were dreaming.
Nightmare Freddy could enter those dreams and he could control them, something he loved, the addictive feeling of power.
Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely as the common phrase goes.
He zoomed in on North America, as he got closer he could hear voices, the voices of dreamers ranging from newborns to the elderly.
"Now where are they, Vincent mentioned a place called 'Chicago'," he muttered flying across the North American countryside.
He needed to hear familiar voices to pinpoint their location, so he halted and listened, stretching out his hearing range.
At first it was just whispers, but he instantly recognized them...Freddy and the Puppet, the voices were coming from the same direction.
Swiftly he followed the sounds, tracking their trail and heading north, flying past numerous cities and towns which lit themselves up like the sun…until he at last reached a large shining city with tall skyscrapers situated on the shores of a deep blue lake.
"So...this is Chicago, looks classy," He stated, admiring its decorative and beautiful crafted layout.
Sensing that he was close the source, he flew through the streets avoiding lines of cars, buses, lorries and groups of partying citizens, following the voices which were now more clear and vocal.
Even in the dead of night, like all American cities, Chicago it would appear never sleeps.
Moving away from the city center, Nightmare Freddy followed the trail of voices to the leafy outer suburbs.
And then he found their place of origin...a big family house in the middle of a street.
"I've found you," he smirked.
He zoomed in and flew straight through the wall, spotting the Puppet and Balloon Boy asleep on the two living room couches.
"Oh, how sweet, young love," he chucked.
"However, you're in luck Puppet, for you are not my target this evening."
He then flew up two floors and appeared in the loft.
There lay Goldie and Springtrap sleeping.
"So...your Springtrap, thee Spring Bonnie, and your Golden Freddy...or should I say Fredbear...old relies of a long forgotten era."
Nightmare Freddy laughed, as he hovered around the bed.
He could laugh, no one could hear him, see him, smell him, taste him or touch him…he was a ghost, the unseen.
They couldn't even sense his presence.
"I wonder what secrets you two hold...I would really like to know," he said smugly, floating above the pair.
He moved to tap them both on the head, only for his hand to go straight through them.
He giggled, as he slapped them repeatedly across the face, but nothing happened.
"I might as well as use this opportunity," he thought.
"Even if it won't exactly happen in real life."
He imagined that he was holding a knife and was slowly dragging it across their chests.
He carefully craved the letter N into Springtrap's and the letter F into Goldie's…his initials.
"Beautiful, if only it was real," he thought, watching them sleep soundly.
"Then again they would be in a lot of pain."
He then dropped down to the first floor and walked along the floor boards, entering one of the nearby bedrooms.
Freddy's and Bonnie's room to be precise.
Seeing Freddy and Bonnie asleep together, caused his eyes to glow with interest, this was an incredible sight to behold.
"Oh my God...what have we here," he said humorously, floating over towards the sleeping couple.
He lowered himself so he was only inches away from Freddy.
"Hello there,...Freddy, do they know about me...what are you dreaming of...is it about Bonnie?"
He then shifted over to Bonnie, so he was now floating just above her.
"My dear Bonnie, so gentle, so beautiful, so enchanting," he said, stroking her hair.
"I could have you, give you what you've always strongly desired."
He ran his hand down her neck and chest, but stopped before reaching her breasts.
"Do you know anything about me, Bonnie?" He asked plainly, but of course he got no answer.
He knew he had a job to do, but since he was here anyway, he might as well tired his luck and see if he could make any headway.
Freddy snored and rolled over so he was facing Bonnie.
"What a sloth," Nightmare Freddy muttered, rolling his eyes in disproval, Bonnie meanwhile was sleeping like an angel with her purplish red hair sprawled out across the pillow she rested on.
"You don't snore do you, a good trait to have when in bed."
Freddy then snored again, this time it was even louder, enough to make Bonnie stir.
"WILL YOU BE QUIET FREDDY; SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Nightmare Freddy yelled at the top of his voice, but of course, nobody could hear him in this state.
"Noisy idiot," he cursed under his breath, although again there was no reason to whisper.
Then Bonnie appeared to mumble something in her sleep.
It was faint and not fully formed words, but it sounded like.
'Bear…fluffy bear…want bear...'
It was also then that Nightmare Freddy spotted something which he had previously missed.
In the space separating the two sleeping Fazbears were their hands, which were interlocked with each other.
They were holding hands in their sleep, were they even aware of it?
Bonnie continued to slur in her sleep, obviously she could talk whilst sleeping.
'Freddy…want Freddy…adorable Freddy.'
Nightmare Freddy only rolled his eyes.
"Oh God help her," he thought, mocking pity.
He then closed his eyes, and mentally thought back, so far given how everyone was, it would appear that no one was expecting a random attack to emerge from their dreams.
So therefore, from that understanding, Nightmare Freddy could only reach one logical conclusion.
There were no defenses to stop him from doing what he wanted, because they didn't know he existed.
Had his gamble been right, it had to be!
He smirked a devil's grim as he slowly turned to face Freddy.
"Well Freddy Fazbear, you've made the biggest mistake you'll ever regret, the Puppet knew nothing about my existence when I first meet her, so I guess that you didn't tell anyone about our little chat."
He laughed, but again no one would hear him, not in this state of existence.
"Therefore, I'll also guess she didn't get the chance to tell anyone, as I sense no barriers between me and your dreams...so I will make you realize the full consequences of your inactions."
He moved his hand down towards Bonnie's neck, he grasped it, or he made it look as if he was grasping it, as his hand through just go straight through her.
"You thought you beat me…no…instead I beat you…and I could just take her life right now, would you even notice?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
He removed his hand from Bonnie's neck, before setting himself down at floor level and walked straight out of the door and into the hall.
"Now where is 'her' room?" He mentally asked himself, searching the hallway for the right door.
He saw in one room, Toy Bonnie sleeping besides Toy Freddy, with Toy Chica and Mangle next door in their room also asleep.
"Tempting, really tempting but no, I'll follow through with my original idea," he muttered.
He walked down the hall and passed through the door which stood at its end.
It just so happened to be Foxy's and Chica's room.
"Perfectly, she will do nicely," he growled seductively floating up to the ceiling and hovering over the sleeping couple.
"Time to do what I came for," he stated, as he lowered himself down until he passed through Chica's body and entered her dream.
"It's time to shine!"
I'll bet that most of you thought he was going after Bonnie.
Am I right?
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