Hey guys, like I promised, here is chapter 12, hope you enjoy it.
Also Mr Whovian thank you for deciding to follow this story, more company the better.
This chapter is quite important in regards to the overall plot, at least where the past is concerned.
And finally, we have our first sing along, that's where the song is actively partaking in the story and not just standing in the background like an outsider looking in.
It's Disconnected by Keane, I strongly suggest that you listen to it, while reading the first bit, as it'll help to transmit the mood I was hoping to create for that part.
So in this chapter, we'll continue with the fallout from the last one...as well as...a few other things. ;-)
Chapter 12.
A House Divided.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Freddy's eye's shot open…was he dreaming…or was this a nightmare?
Looking around he found himself in the middle of nowhere…a white washed world…it is white as far as the eye can see, there's no telling where the ground ends and the sky begins.
Looking ahead, Freddy sees Bonnie, Chica and Foxy somewhere off in the distance, all holding hands, yet he cannot make out their expressions.
He runs to them, eager to patch things up and make amends, but when he finally reaches them, they are anything but happy to see him.
Bonnie is sad, Chica is angry and Foxy just looks horrified.
(Began the song here if you wish.)
"Something's crept in under our door, silence soaking through the floor."
Freddy's eyes widen with uncertainty.
"Guys, we can talk about this…can't we?"
"Pinching like a stone in my shoe, some chemical that's breaking down the glue, that's been binding me to you..."
Suddenly the ground beneath his feet starts to shake violently.
"Oooh ooh ooh!"
"I feel like I just don't know you anymore."
The earth then splits as a hole opens between him and them, rapidly widening into a chasm, getting bigger and bigger.
"But I've been burned and I've been wrong so many times."
"GUYS, WE CAN SORT THIS OUT, LIKE WE ALWAYS DO!" Freddy yells.
But their expressions don't change, as the distance between them widens.
"We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind."
Suddenly the scene changes and Freddy finds himself in a corridor, like the ones in the old Pizzeria.
There are many doors on either side, he tries to open several, but they are all locked.
"Well I thought that love watched over this house, but you're boarding up the windows now."
Looking round, Freddy sees framed pictures lining the walls.
One picture shows them happily preforming together on stage.
"We've been leaning on each other so hard."
Another one shows them standing on the four corners of the stage with their backs to each other.
"Tied so tight we wound up miles apart."
They all look angry with their arms folded.
"Making simple things so hard."
Then he spots them in a doorway at the far end of the corridor.
"GUYS!" he calls, running towards them.
"Oooh ooh ooh!"
They simply slam the door shut in his face.
"I feel like I just don't know you anymore."
He sees them in another doorway, he runs to it, but again the door is slammed shut.
But I've been burned and I've been down so many times."
"GUYS DON'T DO THIS!" he shouts, pulling on the door knob in desperation.
"We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind."
He looks round and sees them standing in all the doorways…only for almost all of them to close, locking him out.
"We've been disconnected somehow."
He walks up to the only one that's open.
"There's an invisible wall between us now."
"Guys...I'm sorry."
"But I've been wrong and I've been down so many times."
They shake their heads and close the door shut on him.
"We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind."
Then the scene changes again, Freddy is now surrounded by black and white film projections, all showing the four of them on stage with the years counting down, his eyes widen upon seeing the footage.
They look so happy, just the four of them.
"I see the landscape change before my eyes."
They get noticeably further away from each other as the years go by.
"The features I've been navigating by."
Freddy feels his eyes well up with tears.
"No nothing looks the way it did before."
Wiping them away, he runs straight through the projections, not wanting to believe that they've become so distinct.
"I don't know where to look or what to look for!"
He finds himself in another corridor with Bonnie, Chica and Foxy at the far end, walking away.
"I feel like I just don't know you anymore."
"GUYS, I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!" he screams, running after them.
"But I've been burned and I've been down so many times."
They stop and turn round to face him.
"We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind."
They look…
Angry
"We've been-"
Sad
"Disconnected-"
Betrayed
"Somehow!"
He reaches them, but an invisible barrier is blocking him from getting any closer.
"There's an invisible wall between us now."
"Guys, I'm sorry for letting this happen!"
"But I've been wrong and I've been down so many times."
"Please…I never wanted nor wished for this."
"We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind."
They turn away and slowly disappear into nothing, leaving three plushie replicas behind on the floor.
"We've been disconnected somehow."
Freddy falls to his knees, he sees his own plushie before him, isolated from the others and he finally breaks down.
"There's an invisible wall…"
Tears start to fall as he weeps, the family of old is fractured…largely because of him.
"Between us now..."
Slowly everything fades away into endless darkness as the nightmare ends.
The next morning was a dismal sight, if there ever was one.
Freddy, Goldie and Springtrap weren't present at the kitchen table for breakfast.
Everyone else sat in their own isolated silence, eating the porridge that Jeremy had made for them.
They never looked at each other, only looking downwards as they ate...no eye contact.
Goldie hadn't returned since his row with Springtrap last night, while Freddy was still outside in the treehouse and Springtrap was still in his room.
Only Balloon Boy, sitting next to a now more active Puppet, dared to ask a question.
"Where's Goldie?" He asked, referring to the elephant in the room.
Everyone froze in whatever they were doing, bodies tensing.
"Where is he?" Balloon Boy asked again.
Mangle answered attempting to come up with an explanation.
"He went out on a long walk to the shops," she said calmly, acting all mother like.
"Your lying, he ran away because Springtrap yelled at him, I just want to know where he's gone?" He asked, narrowing his eyes to ensure that his point was made.
"BB, I don't know where he went, none of us do," Mangle replied solemnly, returning to her porridge.
"Why don't you go and look for him yourself."
Then Mike decided to interrupt to break the ice which had existed since the chaos last night.
"So... does anyone have any plans for today?" He asked cheerfully.
No one answered.
"A walk in one of the local parks maybe...a visit to one of Chicago's finest restaurants...Chicago's China Town...anything."
He then frowned at the motionless group.
"Or are you lot just going stay in and watch TV all day?"
They all slowly nodded in confirmation.
"So much for trying to start a new future," he mumbled under his breath, but Toy Freddy heard him, despite being seated at the far end of the table.
"Hey!" he shouted in frustration, violently pointing his spoon in Mike's direction.
"You don't know what we've been through, trying to rebuild from the ground up isn't easy!"
Then Jeremy intervened, stopping Toy Freddy from going any further.
"I've made porridge for both Freddy and Springtrap, does anyone want to take them up?" Jeremy asked, pouring the last bit of porridge into two separate bowls, he then dizzied honey over them to help sweeten the taste.
"Because I certainly not going up to see Springtrap," he muttered to himself, remembering the sounds of carnage from last night.
"I will take Springtrap's," said Mangle, getting up out of her chair.
"And I'll take Freddy's," said Bonnie, also getting up from her seat.
"Take a spoon each from the top drawer before you leave," Jeremy ordered.
Mangle went up to the third floor, while Bonnie went outside and out back.
Upon reaching the room that Springtrap had previously shared with Goldie, Mangle knocked on the door.
There was no answer.
"Spring, it's me Mangle, I brought you breakfast...it's porridge," she called in a cheerful voice.
Again, no sound came from behind the door.
She sighed, before pushing it wide open.
Immediately a chaotic sight met her eyes.
The entire room looked as if a level five hurricane had torn through, shelves had been knocked over, books were scattered across the floor, boxes had been bashed aside with their contents having spilled out and the curtains looked as if someone had ripped them from their hooks.
And there was Springtrap, in the midst of it all, sitting on the far side of the bed, with his back facing the door.
"Thank God, Jeremy hasn't found out about this yet," Mangle whispered under her breath.
She slowly stepped forward.
"Hey Spring, I brought you breakfast, it's porridge with honey," she said, trying to get some kind of response out of him.
But he didn't give her any.
She walked round to his side of the bed, set the bowl down on the bedside dresser and sat down next to him.
It was then she noticed he was covering his face with his hands.
"What's wrong Spring?" She asked.
"You know what's wrong Mangle...don't act dumb,' Springtrap replied in a husked voice.
Mangle pressed her lips together and sighed.
"I know what happened last night...everyone does."
"Why am I not surprised," Springtrap answered back.
"Goldie's gone...we don't know where he went," Mangle stated.
"I don't care about him Mangle, I don't care where he went," Springtrap replied, still covering his face with his hands.
Mangle slowly reached over and pulled his hands away.
His eyes looked as if he had been crying.
"You're upset clearly," she said, stating the obvious.
"I'm wasn't crying over Goldie, I'm was crying over the agony I've undergone for the last thirty seven years, all the pain and confusion," he stated, his expression was clearly one of annoyance.
"I heard you scream about how much you hate him, do you really hate Goldie that much?" Mangle asked.
"I...don't know…to be completely sure, but he abandoned me when I needed him the most, after everything we've been through together, he just suddenly jumps ship," Springtrap stressed.
He stood up and walked around the room, the floor boards creaking as he put his weight on them.
"I don't know why I'm even here, I'm in a world that doesn't make sense, I'm in a time period which I properly won't survive in, with technology I've never even heard of."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
"Maybe I should just go and kill the Purple Man, then find a way to get back into my coma and just rest until the world ends."
"No, you shouldn't do that Spring...you have a future here," said Mangle, getting up.
"What future?" He asked, turning round to face her.
"You have us...the rest of the family," she stated.
"Mangle, I don't even know you, I have no history with you lot, none of you, I'm just an old relic from long ago."
"No Spring, you're a children's entertainer, your Spring Bonnie, you make children smile," Mangle replied, stepping forward.
"You know if you can make a child smile, it'll brighten up their whole day and then the world won't appear to be such a dark place anymore that always helped me."
Springtrap looked down and cleared his throat.
Mangle also looked down and saw that she was holding his hands…in a very affectionate manner.
She immediately removed them
"Sorry...I wasn't thinking straight," she said, blushing slightly.
"Clearly," Springtrap replied in a monotone voice.
"Spring, don't you think that Goldie suffered as well as you did, in his own way...perhaps not with you, but when he was on his own, when you were in your coma?" Mangle asked.
Springtrap looked away, scratching his head.
"Maybe...but I never expected him to leave me like that...you have to understand it happened so quickly, his attitude just changed."
"I understand you Spring, but I'm trying to get you to see things from Goldie's perspective, you both suffered as a result of that child being killed."
Then an idea flashed in her head, she smiled.
"Spring...who caused you and Goldie to suffer?" She asked.
There was only one answer to that question.
"The Purple Man," Springtrap answered.
"Or as he is rather now known…Vincent Afton."
Mangle nodded in approval.
"Yes...Vincent, he started this, the reason why everything has happened since then is because of what he did, it's his fault you suffered, it's why Goldie suffered and don't forget..."
She placed her hand on his face in a soothing gesture.
"We suffered too, I was meant to be better at protecting children than Foxy was...but I failed them, the Purple Man got through and caused us to go under...and I don't blame any member of my family for that...not even Goldie."
Then her expression changed to one of sadness.
"Although…"
"To alter animatronics, I'm sure glad I did mechanics."
"Then there was the bite of 1987, yeah, it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe."
She instantly dismissed her negative thoughts, silencing them.
"So, who do you hate more, Goldie or the Purple Guy?"
Springtrap twisted his head left to right, clearly arguing with himself.
"I don't know, I'm too divided on the subject to give an answer."
This alarmed Mangle, the fact that the Purple Guy was so obviously the right answer and that Springtrap was unable to give an answer was very unsettling.
"You really are broken inside," she thought.
"Anyway...do you need help with cleaning up the room, because Jeremy won't like what he sees, if he comes up here?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Yes...I suppose I do," Springtrap answered, looking at the mess which he had created.
Mangle smiled, at least he wasn't rejecting her help when he clearly needed it.
Bonnie stood at the base of the tree which the treehouse was built into.
She was wondering how was she going to climb the ladder, whilst holding onto the bowl of porridge at the same time.
"Mmm...This'll be difficult," she muttered, looking up at the ladder's design, to be honest it didn't look stable from her angle.
Then she spotted something which she hadn't seen before, a large basket with two pairs of rope attached it, hovering above the ground nearby.
She looked up and saw that it was tied to some sort of pulley system, which enabled items to be passed to and from the ground.
"Perfect," she grinned, problem solved!
She placed the bowl of porridge into the basket and procced to climb up the ladder.
It was tough going, at certain moments she doubted the strength of the wooden planks would hold, as they were rather old, having originated from Jeremy's youth.
She reached the top and pulled on the rope, bringing the bowl of porridge up towards her.
After taking it from the basket, she had knocked on the door.
"Freddy...it's me Bonnie...I brought you breakfast...it's porridge with honey," she said.
There no answer.
"Come on Freddy, you don't want to starve do you."
Again, no reply.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and sighed as she pushed the door wide open and saw Freddy sitting at the table with his head in his hands.
"Freddy...it's me," she said, stepping inside.
Freddy didn't even move at the sound of her voice, not an inch.
Bonnie walked over and placed the bowl of porridge on the table and sat down on one of the chairs…...which was clearly made for a child.
She was going to ask if he was ok, but then considering his appearance and what had occurred last night, it would be a stupid question.
So, she went for the second option which was much more direct.
"How are you handling being an outcast?" She asked.
"How do you think," Freddy replied, he sounded sad with an undertone of frustration.
"It's fucking awful being the black sheep of the family...," he sighed.
Bonnie reached forward and place her hand on his shoulder, but he sharply pulled away.
"Don't," he growled, sending shivers up her spine.
"I know what sort of games you play Bonnie, you slapped me yesterday, I didn't forget that overnight."
Bonnie lowered her head in embarrassment, from Freddy's perspective her slap was very hard.
"Goldie is gone Freddy, we don't know where he is."
"I know, I saw him run out of the house and vanish into the night," Freddy replied, still covering his face with his hands.
His mind did turn to that of the nightmare he had last night when he had finally fallen asleep. He knew what his sub consciousness was trying to tell him, but after it was just a nightmare on which he saw already aware of.
Although he could see that Bonne was trying to make amends, but right now, he didn't particularly feel like doing so in return.
"Freddy…" Bonnie began, trying think of what to say.
Just seeing Freddy sitting there, looking miserable was depressing, it wasn't like him at all.
"I know you meant no harm as to what happened with the Puppet and Chica...it was partially your fault...the massive majority of it however lies with Nightmare Freddy."
"What are you trying to say?" Freddy asked, although he hadn't removed his hands.
"I don't blame you Freddy, you're not the enemy here...far from it...it's that Nightmare Freddy bastard," Bonnie replied, with her tone turning bitter at the mention of Nightmare Freddy.
Freddy however, wasn't buying it…not one bit.
"I don't believe you," he said sternly.
"Your actions last night say otherwise."
Bonnie sighed, Freddy had always believed her…trusted her.
"I cannot blame you Freddy, I really can't blame you anymore," she said with her eyes downcast.
Freddy shook his head.
"Then why did you slap me?" he asked, clearly hurt.
He at last removed his hands from his face, revealing his eyes which were blood shot, with tears marks ran down his face...he had been crying and had barely got any sleep, if he was lucky.
If he did then it certainly would have been uneasy.
The mark which Bonnie had given him last night remained, although it had mostly faded away.
Bonnie was taken back by his appearance, she had never seen Freddy this devastated, at least not in a long time.
"Why?" He asked again, pleading this time for an answer.
"I'm never raised my hands against you Bonnie, I have I ever slapped or hit you?"
He had been hurt, just like the others had been.
Bonnie locked eyes with him, trying her best not to cry.
He was right, Freddy had never intentionally hit her, she was the first to cross that line.
"I lost it, I was caught up in the anger with everyone else...I'm sorry I hit you Freddy."
Freddy lowered his head and sighed.
"I've never hit you Bonnie and I won't."
"Freddy…I'm sorry I hurt you," Bonnie replied, she reached forward to take hold of his hand, but Freddy merely pulled away again.
He clearly didn't want her to be near him.
"I never wanted this, true I messed up, but I was also a victim...I was his first victim."
He then lifted his head up and looked at Bonnie.
"Do you know what's like to have someone invade your mind and find out everything about you?" He asked.
Bonnie shock her head...she didn't know...she had never gone through it.
"When he looked into my mind he saw you Bonnie...he wanted to...rape you, hurt you, do God knows what to you," Freddy stated, running his hand through his dark brown hair as a series of vile images stook up residence in his mind.
Bonnie shivered, the very idea of Nightmare Freddy doing...'that' was...she couldn't describe it.
"But I fought back and I actually gained access to his mind...it was insane, but I know where he's based and you won't believe me when I say it."
"Well...where is he?" Bonnie asked.
"In an old decayed room in the Pizzeria, hidden behind the walls, near the toilets, it's a secret room."
Bonnie's eyes widen in shock.
"He's been there all this time?" She asked.
Freddy nodded.
"Yes, and by the looks of his appearance I would say he's been there since the Pizzeria earliest days."
"And one Freddy did all of this...I would hate to imagine what a Nightmare Foxy, Chica or even a Nightmare Bonnie would do," said Bonnie, physically shaking as the thought passed through her mind.
"I'm sorry for not telling you about this Bonnie, I should have told you all as soon as possible, the Puppet and Chica would have been spared," Freddy stated, burying his head in his hands.
"Yet his death looked so real, I really thought that he was nothing more than a mental manifestation of my darker side."
He sighed.
"I'm sorry Bonnie, I deserved what I got for my silence."
"No Freddy I should be apologising to you...for hitting you...for overreacting," Bonnie replied.
She got up, went round to Freddy and hugged him before he could even protest.
"Regardless of any mistakes you've made, I forgive you Freddy."
She cradled his head in her hands, softly stroking his light brown hair.
"I'm not angry at you anymore…trust me, I see your side of the argument and I don't hate you."
Freddy could feel his anger die down as he became immersed in Bonnie's soft embrace.
He could tell she really meant what she said, he was glad that she wasn't his enemy.
"I forgive you too Bonnie," he whispered, burying his head into her chest.
Bonnie smiled, she leaned down and kissed Freddy on the head.
For a while nothing happened as they embraced each other, time appeared to stand still as the feeling of hostility which had existed since last night slowly evaporated.
"So, are we...even?" Freddy asked, pulling back from the hug.
"Yep pretty much," Bonnie replied, laughing.
Freddy smiled, he liked her laughter...it was affectionate
Then his eyes lit up as he realized something…something rather important.
"Wait...I think I might know why Nightmare Freddy targeted Chica, as well as the Puppet."
He stood up.
"Why?" Bonnie asked, looking at him, wondering where he was going.
"Think about it Chica and Foxy are a couple and the four of us are best friends, sum that up in one word?" Freddy asked.
"Teamwork, unity?" Bonnie answered.
"Yes...unity, he must have been aiming to break us up..."
Freddy started to walk around the treehouse, excited that he might be getting somewhere.
"He must have known from me, when he scanned my mind that Chica and Foxy were in a relationship...and if he targeted Chica, he would also be targeting Foxy."
"But wait, how does it involve you and me?" Bonnie asked, looking slightly confused.
"Because if Chica got attacked, then that would annoy her as well as Foxy and including you, making the three of you hate me."
"Then we would be split," Bonnie answered, beating him to it.
Freddy clicked his fingers the moment Bonnie opened her mouth.
"The outcome he was aiming for relied on a gamble, a gamble based on me not telling anyone and that's what's just happened."
He turned to face her.
"And because I didn't tell anyone, everyone hated me for it, that's what he was aiming for, he wants to isolate us."
"If he breaks us up, we are therefore easier to target," said Bonnie, visibly happy that things were starting to connect.
Then she threw a spanner in the works.
"But if he aimed to break us up, then why target the Puppet?" She asked.
"Remember when the Puppet woke up, she was screaming about Nightmare Freddy wanting to know where we are...she had become unconscious and he took his chance to gain some answers about our whereabouts," Freddy answered.
"That's what he wanted, he wants to make us weaker, it's part of his game, and it's properly part of the Purple man's game, but what is their end game?" he wondered out loud.
Freddy held his head in his hands.
"I can't believe I didn't see this, it seems so obvious!" he shouted.
"We must warn the others, we must unified as one and take the fight to Nightmare Freddy and Fuck. Him. Up!" he slammed his fist against the walls of the treehouse.
Bonnie smiled, he eyes sparkled seeing Freddy as he was in his younger days, more energetic …more alive, she liked that.
"We'll reforge the Fazbear name, we'll defeat the Purple Man, and we'll be children entertainers once more!" Freddy shouted, raising his arms up in determination.
But then he lowered his arms, the excitement faded away in his eyes.
"But we can't, everyone else hates me...Chica and Foxy especially."
Bonnie held his hands for comfort, making him turn to face her.
"I'll help fix that...but it'll take a lot to convince Chica and Foxy...the Toys however might be more forgiving," she stated, thinking it over in her head.
Freddy turned to face her.
"Bonnie...can you talk to them on my behalf...family fragmentation isn't what's best for us right now, and I fear it'll make us an even bigger target."
"Plus, I really need to think things through, I want to plan on how to beat this Nightmare Freddy…badly!"
Bonnie nodded.
"Of course, Freddy," she replied.
Freddy smiled and she smiled back.
Bonnie turned to leave when she remembered something from last night.
"Wait."
"What is it?" Freddy asked.
"Do you remember what Toy Freddy said last night, about there always being a Freddy, a Bonnie, a Chica and then a Foxy?" Bonnie asked.
"Yes...why?"
Bonnie gathered her thoughts together.
"If we are dealing with a Nightmare Freddy..."
She turned round to face Freddy, with a concerned look on her face.
"Then where is Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica and Nightmare Foxy?"
"And more to the point, where's the Purple Guy?" Freddy asked back.
"Where's Vincent Afton in all of this?"
"God alone knows," Bonnie stated shaking her head in dismay.
If they knew where the Purple Guy was and what he was planning, then they had every right to be worried.
Vincent's airship flew over an old abandoned town, which had go under in the 1990s due to lack of business, it was completely deserted, and every house and building was boarded up and locked tight.
No one lived here anymore, which made it the perfect hiding spot for Vincent's schemes.
Inside the cockpit, he switched the airship into hover mode, bringing it to a complete stop.
"Half of you stay with the ship and continue any repairs if required, the rest are with me...we're going on a shopping spree for supplies," he ordered to the remaining endoskeletons, whilst smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
Several endoskeletons opened up the hatchway and lowered the rope ladder to the ground.
Vincent then proceeded to climb down it, followed by half of his endoskeletons.
He approached the old Pizzeria which stood in the centre of the town.
Its outer walls were blacked from age, its decayed sign, read "Where fun and fantasy come to life."
"Yeah, like you lot ever achieved that, rather the very opposite, thanks to my involvement," Vincent sneered, laughing at the irony of the sign's meaning.
He wondered if the old posters still existed, containing the epic words, 'welcome to the new and improved Fazbear Pizzeria'.
After all this was the Toys' Pizzeria, the site of his last major killing spree, and now a storage facility.
"Break down the doors," he ordered, as several of his endoskeletons walked passed him.
Together with their combined strength, they broke open the doors and pushed them wide open as hordes of endoskeletons flooded in.
"Take anything that is useful to us, leave anything behind that isn't," Vincent demanded, walking through rabble of self-aware machinery, which raced towards the parts and services room for spare pieces of metal and wiring which was required for the airship as well as themselves.
Within the minutes the entire Pizzeria was filled with endoskeletons, searching the place from top to bottom for anything of value.
"Dear God, this place has decayed rapidly," Vincent muttered, his footsteps echoing down the main hallway.
The posters were still there, although they had faded away with the writing now unreadable.
Passing by the four party rooms, Vincent's mind appeared to echo the sounds of children laughing and playing.
They sounded so real coupled together with the interactions they had with the Toys, the whole place appeared to come to life.
Vincent stretched his arms, loosening his muscles.
He questioned whether it was his own mind, or tricks of the supernatural that there causing the sounds.
Everything felt real, sounded real, it was like he was stepping back in time to 1987.
Entering the security office, he found to his complete surprise the fan sitting on the desk.
"So, they left the fan behind?" he asked, trying to figure out why the particular item was still here of all things.
He slowly reached forward and clicked the on button.
It worked, with the fan's blades starting to move, its' speed dependent on the setting and soon a cool breeze filled the room.
Vincent smiled, enjoying the sensation of cold air touch his skin.
"Nice to see that something in this place still works," he chuckled.
He turned to the desk, there was once a chair behind it, one in which Jeremy had sat in when he was the night guard.
Back then, he didn't particularly know Jeremy that much, he was just another work college, sometimes they met and interacted, but nothing major.
In fairness, Vincent didn't want to make Jeremy or Mike his enemy, but their friendship and eventual alliance with the Fazbears, made it next to impossible for him separate them from what he regarded as his true enemy.
They now treated him as an enemy, so he would treat them in kind.
Then he noticed that the sounds had stopped, the singing, the laughing, only the wirring noise of the fan stood alone.
This place, its' walls, held dark secrets.
"Sir…sir…oh sir?"
Vincent turned round to see a lone endoskeleton standing behind him, its grey yet engaged eyes raised to meet his.
"Yes?" Vincent asked, generally interested in what the endoskeleton had to say.
"We're found something, another room perhaps," the endoskeleton answered, pointing with its long, metal skeleton like arm back down the hallway.
Vincent smiled, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, he exactly knew what they'd found.
He followed the endoskeleton, passing the four party rooms and then the old Parts and Services room.
"Wait…I need to see something," he ordered, halting before the door.
He turned in its direction and opened it, throwing the door wide open, allowing light from the outside to flood in, casting Vincent's shadow over the floor.
Although the light itself only penetrated so much.
The endoskeleton switched on its night vision, scanning the room for anything that its programing would deem unusual.
"There's nothing in here sir," it said, completing its survey.
"Your right, but that's not what I'm interested in," Vincent replied, stepping inside.
His hands felt the wall, running over the chess like pattern in search for a light switch.
He found it, pushing it upwards.
There was a humming sound and then the overhead lights flickered on, gaining more power to maintain their brightness with each passing second.
Walking to centre of the room, Vincent looked around, gazing his eyes everywhere as his mind recreated the scene from thirty years ago.
"Ahh, I remember this place, this is where the Originals lived, Foxy would be sitting here, Chica would be laying over there, Bonnie would be propped up against the far wall, and Freddy, dear old Freddy…he would be lying down on the floor."
He chuckled, sitting down and laying back against the wall.
"They would live right here, talk, sleep, eat, sing, question their purpose, their future, I would overhear them speaking about it sometimes so I knew what they were feeling."
The endoskeleton just stared at him, slowly taking his words in.
Vincent smiled as he ran his fingers over the cold hard metal floor.
"They felt like they had hit rock bottom."
The coldness of the metal floor, the empty feeling of the room, the decayed state of the building, which for some reason was still connected to the local power grid…filled Vincent with nostalgia.
"You know, thinking back, I find it funny that the Originals and the Toys are now the best of friends, yet back then in 1987…"
He chuckled.
"They hated each other with a passion, almost as much as they hate me, but back then…no one knew it was me…save for…Puppet."
He scowled at the last word.
She was a cold-blooded strategist if there ever was one…back then at least.
"She knew, but her hands were tied, there was very little she could do to stop me, yet she tired."
"Sir, about the Toys and the Originals?" the endoskeleton asked.
Vincent was surprised, the endoskeleton was actually interested in the conversation.
"Like I said they hated each other dearly, that's not unexpected though, the Originals felt that they had been 'replaced' by a group of…'munchkins'…I think that's how they saw them."
He laughed, recalling heated scenes recorded on the cameras.
"The Originals tried their dam hardest to ruin the Toys' performance, and the Toys replied in turn, well I say Toys, but really Balloon Boy and the Puppet just sat out and watched, it was really Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica and Mangle vs Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy."
He sighed.
"Goldie did his best to rein the Originals in and to keep the two groups apart, he was always playing the role of peacekeeper."
He turned his head in one direction, staring at one of the walls, his mind imagining Foxy with torn clothes, and exposed bone around his right eye and ear, mumbling to himself about the depressed state he and his family were in.
"They weren't quite with it to be honest, they had been acting weird for some time ever since the first Missing Children's' Incident."
He gestured to the endoskeleton and then himself.
"You and I both know that it was because they were being possessed by the ghosts of the children, thus they were quick to anger."
Vincent shook his head, chuckling to himself.
"Chica was always depressed, Foxy was withdrawn, Bonnie was like a coiled spring and Freddy was just plain moody."
He clicked his tongue.
"Although to be fair, their condition didn't help their feeling of abandonment, Bonnie was the worst for wear, having her face burned, badly if I might add, she needed bandages, covered her whole face save for her eyes and of course she had a broken arm as well…she didn't like to feel weak I'll tell you that."
He sighed, resting his back against the wall.
Dear God, he didn't imagine that he would be spending much of his time here on the past, and then relying it to an endoskeleton of all people.
"Chica had broken hands, including a dislocated jaw," he muttered, reaching round to scratch his neck.
The image of Chica all withered, actually made him shudder.
"Quite nasty, she couldn't exactly talk straight, nor could she use her hands for anything, the others had to do nearly everything for her."
"Foxy…was in a slightly better condition, although I will stress that term, his right ear was damaged, effecting his hearing, plus he struggled to walk properly, I guess his sense of balance was off."
"And what of Freddy sir?" the endoskeleton asked, its eyes were blank, yet its tone of voice clearly suggested it wanted to know more.
"Freddy wasn't in bad shape to be honest, his clothes were torn, although….now that I think about it."
There was a brief pause.
"He may have had limited vision…I can only guess the stress of it all was affecting his sight…it didn't take much to set him off."
He leaned forward, pulling his knees into his chest.
"I suppose you want to know about Goldie as well?" he asked to which the endoskeleton nodded.
"Well, just like Foxy, he had an issue with one of his ears, the left one I think, so his hearing was affected, but apart from that he wasn't as worn out as the others were, in fact, I would go so far to say he was most the active of the five."
Vincent cast his gaze around the room, his mind portraying the Originals all in their withered forms, sitting or lying down on the floor, all staring at him, anger, depression and curiousness all rolled into one.
"Even if this place as lost its' glamour, the walls had seen countless things over the years, this whole pizzeria was kind of like two worlds, one in which the Toys were happy and entertaining rock stars, and the other where the Originals sank into a deep depression under the feeling of being forgotten."
"So, this place clearly has a history?" the endoskeleton asked, raising its metal eyebrows.
Vincent smiled as he sat up.
"Well you read the files, you know the story."
"Not all of it sir," the endoskeleton remarked, it knew that the story held gaps...that there were multiple perspectives on the whole case.
Vincent only kept his smile.
"Of course, some things are best left untouched, but remember this…there is always two sides to every story...to every event."
Then suddenly another endoskeleton appeared in the doorway, clearly having just ran the whole length of the building to reach them.
"Sir, it is a room, somewhere behind the main stage, but we just can't reach it!" it exclaimed.
Vincent slowly pulled himself up.
"Well, I'm glad no one else has discovered it, I knew I hid them well."
"Them?" the first endoskeleton answered, picking out the word with curiosity.
"Yes them," Vincent answered, although not going into any further detail.
He left the room, heading for the main area with the two endoskeletons in tow.
Upon stepping through the double doors, his mind recalled memories of the Prizzia's past.
The Toys would be on the stage, doing their acts for the children and adults, well Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica had the role of being the main stars to be completely accurate.
Balloon Boy and the Puppet of course were stationed near Kid's Cove, the former handing out free balloons and the latter entertaining children with her 'magic tricks' while being suspended from her strings.
Finally, Mangle, or 'Toy Foxy' as she was called back then would be entertaining the younger children in Kid's Cove…expect they proceeded to rip and tear at her clothes, then soon the bigger kids got involved made it even worse.
She couldn't fight back, she wasn't allowed to hit children, although she would try her best to stand her ground.
Vincent pondered for a moment.
He had always seen her as the easiest of the Toys to target, alone, builled, the others deeply cared for her, but they couldn't really offer any immediate help.
Eventually the children got bored of her and just left, leaving her isolated while the other Toys got all the attention.
This of course led to her feeling jealous of her family members.
She didn't hate them, but she didn't like to be left out and who could really blame her.
Yet all of that anger…made her perfect for his plans.
Back then in 1987, Vincent was part of the daytime staff, so he was around for most of the day, he had to work with other staff members, but that didn't limit his capabilities to set the scene.
Instead they excelled it, giving him a route into the company and he took the opportunity with both hands.
Gaining favor with the Toys and the Originals was easy, Puppet was suspicious as always, but he knew like she knew, that she had no hard facts to go on, only the whispers of a ghost child inside her head.
She was way out of her depth back then and she knew it.
Whenever she raised his evil deeds with him which often was when they were alone, he would deny it, why give her any evidence.
She had her hands tied around her back, she could shout, protest, or even scream, but that was all it would ever be.
Vincent meanwhile had a clean track record as far as anyone knew, largely because he was very skilled at covering up his actions.
No one would suspect him and they never did until much later by which time the damage had already been done.
"It was so easy back then, but I like a challenge," he muttered under his breath as he approached the stage.
Gathering eight more endoskeletons with him, he jumped onto the wood beams, glad that the wood was holding his weight, given that it was over thirty years old.
He walked up to the back wall proceeding to run his hand along its black white chess like pattern, searching for a certain square.
"Do you require assistance sir?" one of the endoskeletons asked, tapping Vincent on the arm with its cold, metal, skeleton like fingers.
"No...this very room was designed while I was present in the late 1980s, it was meant to be a storage room, yet shortly after the Pizzeria's closure, I turned its' function into something else...and no one else but me knows what lies inside," Vincent replied, putting all of his attention into finding the activation key.
After several seconds of propping, he pressed the right square before turning round to face his endoskeletons.
"And I intend to keep it that way," he smiled, his smile now on the border line of psychotic.
There was a clicking sound, then a large portion of the wall opened up, sliding away and revealing an old steel door having rusted with age.
Vincent reached forward and pushed down on the handle, he had to use a considerable amount of his physical strength to make it actually move.
The hinges instantly groaned as the door was pushed open, revealing nothing behind it but pitch blackness, causing the endoskeletons to wisely switch on their night vision.
Vincent slowly entered the room, his footsteps echoed on the marble pattern which decorated the entire floor as far as the eye could see.
"What do you see?" he asked, surveying the darkness with his own eyes.
Slowly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small yet sharp knife.
"Just in case their memories haven't kicked in yet," he thought.
"They are remorseless killers after all."
"I see several trolleys of chemical instruments, two small portable electric generators and three large tables...all of which are empty," one endoskeleton answered, doing a full sweep.
Vincent's eyes widen at the last bit…he wasn't expecting that.
"Wait empty, they're not meant to be empty, where are-"
Then suddenly several pairs of hands came out of the dark, grabbed hold of Vincent and within the blink of an eye, pulled him into the darkness.
The endoskeletons seeing their master in danger, tried to follow, but before one of them could even step inside, a pair of bright reddish brown eyes appeared out of the darkness, there was an aggressive growl…a warning.
Then before any endoskeleton could mount a reaction to this new threat, the door was slammed shut with a deafening clang.
Unable to see where he was going, Vincent quickly felt his knife being ripped out of his grasp.
Great, just great, he was now completely defendless.
He was forcefully shoved against a wall, the solid impact made him groan as the pain vibrated through his body like a shock wave.
He felt whatever was gripping him loosen, giving him the chance to turn round.
Three pairs of eyes stared at him out of the darkness, the closest one, was an orangey yellow, another pair on his right was a mixture of blue and purple and finally on his left was the third, a reddish brown.
All three pairs of eyes glared at him, studying him, trying to work out who he was exactly.
"Vincent honey...is that you?" The one in front asked, it sounded like a female.
"We've been waiting for you, for a very long time in fact," said the one to his right, it also carried a female's voice.
"Aye laddie, you've kept us here for far too long, is it time to act?" The one to his left asked, which was clearly a male.
Vincent smiled in response, they knew who he was….panic levels decreasing.
"Aaa, Nightmare Chica, Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Foxy, I am very happy to see you all, awake for once."
"We woke up two days ago, and after spending nearly thirty years in a dreamless sleep, one becomes eager to explore the wider world…aka outside," said Nightmare Chica, releasing Vincent from her grip.
"Well, to answer your questions, yes, it is me, and secondly, yes it is also now time to act, the plan is moving forward."
A dark foreboding chuckle came from Nightmare Foxy.
"Where there are Nightmares, there is chaos."
"And where there is chaos, there is death," Nightmare Chica added.
"And where there is death…there is nothing," Nightmare Bonnie muttered, casting her eyes to the others.
"Quick question by the way…where is N-Freddy, why isn't he here with us?" she asked.
"Yeah…about that," Vincent muttered, recalling past events.
"Due to some unforeseen difficulties…I had Nightmare Freddy stored in the other Pizzeria."
"Is he ok?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, for a split second even though it was pitch dark, Vincent caught a glimpse of concern flash across her eyes.
"He is already up and about, hunting down the Fazbears," Vincent replied, casting off her worry.
"Anything else you three would like to know before we set off?" he asked, looking from one to the next.
Nightmare Chica stretched her neck and her arms.
"Aaaa, sorry but lying down for more than a quarter of a century really makes your limbs ache."
"So…'daddy', bringer of life" Nightmare Foxy joked, which earned him a disapproval look from Vincent even though only his eyes showed it.
Nightmare Foxy rolled his eyes in protest.
"What…I actually meant it, you literally gave us a body each to inhabit," he argued.
Now it was Vincent's turn to smile.
"Yes…you are quite right, without it you three and Nightmare Freddy included wouldn't be here psychically."
"Just remind me a little, has anything changed?" Nightmare Bonnie asked curiously, turning her thoughts to the outside world.
"Do you mean in relation to the world in general or to our situation?" Vincent asked plainly, he couldn't quite tell if Nightmare Bonnie was trying to be playful.
"Our situation?"
"Well not much, the Fazbears had left their pizzeria as I knew they would…I can only guess they wish to be free of the past and start anew."
"Why would they want to do that?" Nightmare Chica asked, fully stretching her body to loosen all of her dormant muscles.
Nightmares Bonnie and Foxy just looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Are you bloodily kidding me!" Nightmare Bonnie exclaimed, quite unable to believe Nightmare Chica's own words.
"Think about it lassie, what lies in their past that they wouldn't want to be associated with," Nightmare Foxy argued, gesturing his hook to the door, strongly indicating the pizzeria's history.
Nightmare Chica stared at him for a moment, looking completely blank faced and then she mentally slapped herself as her memory kicked in.
"Oh, how could I fucking forget…of course, there's the killings, the multiple closures of the pizzerias and all the other shit that came with it!"
"Thank you getting back up to speed with us N-Chica," Nightmare Bonnie muttered under her breath.
"So…I think we are done with the formalities…you all remember our deal and who I am most importantly, so there isn't much reason to hang around," Vincent stared, looking round the room, although with everything being covered in pitch black, there wasn't much to see.
"Are you sure that there is anything else you need to tell us?" Nightmare Bonnie inquired, tilting her head in his direction.
Vincent thought for a moment, his mind running over past events.
"Yes…actually there is something else I should tell you…Springtrap is now awake…I didn't think it would happen considering his mental state…but it did."
"So…we have one more enemy to fight," Nightmare Foxy suggested, his predator like mind was only starting to wake up after thirty years of deep sleep.
"How many do we face?" Nightmare Chica asked.
Her orange yellow like eyes narrowed, to her the hunt was already on.
"And just how weak are they?"
"Hang on, I'll count…give me a minute, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Mangle, Goldie, Springtrap, Balloon Boy, the Puppet, and then there's Mike and Jeremy...so it's fourteen in total."
"And then there's us four and you, thus making it five vs fourteen, those are not good odds," Nightmare Foxy stated, pointing out the obvious.
"Correct, but if anyone knows history…numbers don't always count, besides there is always a weakness we can maximise…and with the Fazbears…"
Vincent's eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke.
"There's plenty of pressure points to push."
Nightmare Bonnie folded her arms, as did Nightmare Chica.
"So, what's the plan?" they both asked in unison.
"And where is Nightmare Freddy, you said he was up and about?" Nightmare Foxy asked, jumping in at the end.
"I came to collect you three, so the next step is to leave this place and head north, we should meet Nightmare Freddy along the way, he is out and according to his latest text, he is having a free for all."
He turned his watch tracker on his arm to face him and switched it on, reading a new message from Nightmare Freddy which had only come through several minutes ago.
"So far, he has attacked Chica...and it would appear to have the desired effect, of breaking up the Fazbear family...he is out of his chains as we already know and is currently heading straight towards Chicago…dam he moves fast," Vincent commented, reading a rather long text.
"He is quite active, always was if I remember correctly," said Nightmare Foxy, leaning in to read the message.
"Wait, hang on you mentioned chains…why was he in chains?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, locking eyes with Vincent.
Anyone could get lost looking into those blue purplish pupils…providing they didn't know of the Nightmare's vicious sadistic nature.
Soon all three sets of eyes were on him.
Vincent sighed.
"I was cautious, the procedure I performed on you four in order to bring you into the real world was exhausting for both myself and on the bodies, you now possess, plus for the plan to work, I needed to lay low for several decades, letting the Fazbears sink into a sense of false security."
He rubbed his neck, it was his way of coping with nervousness.
"As a way of achieving that goal I needed to put you four into deep sleep, hibernation effectively."
"The problem being that upon reawaking you four, your memories wouldn't have kicked in and knowing your nature, which none of you deny to be frank, I couldn't just run the risk being killed by one of you in your sadistic filled rage."
He looked at them.
"Think about it, you wake up after so long only to find a stranger standing over you…what's the first you do?"
"Easy," Nightmare Chica answered, obviously smiling.
"You gut them wide open and proceed to rip them to pieces…slowly."
Vincent nodded.
"That's what I mean, for my own safety you all needed to be restrained until your memories had returned."
He then gazed up at the ceiling.
"Although that hasn't been an issue with you three, it was with only Nightmare Freddy that I exercised serious caution."
"Well to be honest, we didn't even have chains on us when we woke up," Nightmare Bonnie muttered.
"Yes, I didn't have enough time to put chains on you three, I had some unexpected company turning up…unlike Nightmare Freddy, he was easy to hide away," Vincent replied, still looking at the ceiling which had started to rot away with old age.
"Besides we should all be leaving, come, a little murder will highten your senses…it'll make you three feel alive."
"You have yourself a deal laddie," said Nightmare Foxy, his reddish-brown eyes glowed in the darkness.
He relished the thought of destruction, the sweet arua of death.
"I would like to meet our other selves," Nightmare Chica muttered, although there was an underlying bitter sweetness to her voice.
"And strangle them into complete oblivion!"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll get your opportunity dear, but I think it would be best to target the strongest first…make things a little easier for us," Nightmare Bonnie suggested.
"In other words,…I want to get Freddy and maybe his Toy counterpart as well…they're the leaders I bet."
"Your right there," Vincent answered.
"I get Foxy!" Nightmare Chica exclaimed, jumping in.
"Oh, and Mangle too!"
"Chica…dear Chica…and Toy Chica…I would like that very much," Nightmare Foxy muttered.
"And to complete the selection process, I guess that Nightmare Freddy will want Bonnie and Toy Bonnie at some point as well," Vincent stated, seeing how the Nightmares were interested in getting hold of their respective counterparts.
He turned and pressed one of the squares in the chess coloured wall, causing the door to open, before turning on the light by means of the light switch.
Now why didn't he use that earlier was a good question to raise...but no one did.
The endoskeletons outside, rushed in armed to the teeth with kitchen knifes, but when they registered that their master was not in danger, they instantly lowered their weapons.
"Endoskeletons, you are served by endoskeletons," Nightmare Chica commented, studying their structure and build.
"Not exactly what I would regard as scary or formidable."
"Is that a problem Nightmare Chica?" Vincent asked, feeling somewhat insulted, as he registered her words as carrying a dismissive tone.
He had reprogramed all of them himself and it wasn't an easy task to achieve.
"It's just judging by their size and their design aren't they…incapable of hand to hand combat?" Nightmare Chica asked, turning to meet Vincent's gaze.
"Melee isn't their strong point, but they excel in other uses…I wouldn't dismiss them because they don't have your claws or teeth," Vincent replied.
"He's got you there N-Chica," Nightmare Foxy chuckled, earning him an aggressive glare from Nightmare Chica who didn't approve of his words.
Vincent meanwhile turned to the endoskeletons and then gestured towards the equipment which lay on the floor besides the three wooden tables.
"Quick, grab the chemical instruments and those two small electric generators," he ordered, to which the endoskeletons followed without question.
"Get everything onto the ship, we are leaving in five minutes."
He then turned to the three Nightmares amidst the sounds of the endoskeletons picking up the objects and taking them outside.
Now that there was light, he could actually see them properly.
Nightmares Bonnie and Chica both wore an old torn dress with a medium sized skirt which had many holes, although the colour scheme differ greatly with one being purple and the other a dim yellow.
And then there was the obvious fact that Nightmare Chica had three rows of teeth while Nightmare Bonnie had only two.
Their hair was also similar, with Nightmare Bonnie's bluish purplish hair flowing down past her shoulders, trailing down her back, whilst Nightmare Chica's hair was yellow, but slightly shorter and more cropped.
Nightmare Foxy meanwhile possessed a single sharp set of fangs, he appeared to wear a more withered form of Foxy's pirate costume with an even sharper hook.
His brownish red eyes glowed even in the light, giving off the vide of a demonic nature, his hair of course was a deep red and was stopped just before his shoulders.
Vincent in fact only now realised that the real Foxy had been wearing that pirate costume ever since he arrived at Fazbear's Pizzeria.
In fact, come to think of it…did everyone only wear one set of clothes?
"Ok, one more thing to do."
He held his hand out to them.
"Knife please?" he asked sternly.
The three Nightmares looked at each other, wondering who had it.
Finally, Nightmare Bonnie sighed, before reaching into her skirt pocket and pulling out a sharp bladed weapon.
She gave it to Vincent, placing it in his hand...much to her dismay.
"It's such a well-made knife," she protested, clearly not happy with having to give it up.
"Yeah and it's my knife," Vincent replied, grasping it firmly in his hand.
He shoved it into one of his trouser pockets.
"You three come with me, we have work to do, and I'll tell you everything else in greater detail once we're moving, plus we'll be picking up Nightmare Freddy on the way."
"Where exactly to dear?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, following Vincent out of the door.
He turned to her and smiled…there it was again, that psychotic glint in his eyes.
"Why to Chicago of course, that's where all the fun is," he replied.
Nightmare Bonnie's eyes narrowed as she smirked in sick delight.
"Then let's not waste any more precious time..."
Along the highway, amidst the constant rumbling of American traffic, one vehicle moved at an exceptional speed.
The car didn't belong to the person who was driving it...no...rather he had stolen it...after killing the original driver of course.
And by killing, it was hard stab to the chest...a very bloody one.
Actually, it was more like a savage repeated stabbing, virtually never-ending, even after the person was dead.
Nightmare Freddy kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, following any highway sign which mentioned Chicago and counted down the miles.
At his current speed, he would be there within a day.
When his chains had finally deactivated, he'd taken some time to explore the Pizzeria, searching every room to satisfy his curiosity.
It amused him how important this place was to its' former inhabitants when really it was just a crumbling, old, forgotten ruin of faded glory.
Eventually, he found a frozen pizza in the freezer, the instant he saw it his stomach growled…being in hibernation for twenty-eight years can really empty your reserves somehow.
So, he had the luxury of waiting twenty minutes or so for the thing to cook in one of the ovens.
Despite the Pizzeria having long since fallen as a thriving business, it was still connected to the main power grid.
Once done with his hunger problem he had proceeded to take the sharpest knife he could find in the kitchen and then set off outside, to greet the world.
High-jacking a car was easy, all he had to do was act like someone in distress and hopefully someone would stop to help...and they did.
The unfortunate person who did stop to help, was met with a brutal inhuman end.
Nightmare Freddy, then stole their car keys left the body behind and drove away towards the nearest junction and the exit that lead onto the highway.
Good God it felt good to be free after so many years.
"Mmmm…I might as well as try the radio, let's see what modern music has to offer…surely it must have improved from the nineteen eighties," he muttered, reaching for the radio controls.
He twisted several knobs, bringing the radio up.
He instantly regretted it…
"AND I WAS LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY, OOOH, LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY, NOOO, LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY, OOOH, THOUGHT YOU'VE ALWAYS BE MINE!"
He switched it off.
"NO, NO, NO, I DO NOT TOLERATE THAT KIND OF MUSICIAL CRAP!"
He shook his head, trying to get the awful song out of his mind.
"Was that a guy or a girl singing…I don't know…do I even care is a better question?"
He switched the radio back on, changing channels, hoping to find something better.
It didn't long for him to find something which he liked.
"Living easy, loving free, season ticket on a one-way ride."
"Hello, and what, is this exactly?" he asked, finding the lyrics to be somewhat relatable.
"Asking nothing, leave me be, taking everything in my stride."
This particular song appealed to him directly somehow.
"Don't need a reason, don't need a right, there ain't nothing I'd rather do," the radio sang.
Somehow this song reminded him of how he saw life in general, he did what he wanted without care or reason.
"Going down, party time."
He smiled, it sure would be a party at Chicago once he got there.
"My friends are gonna be there too."
And when they all joined together…hell itself would break lose.
The chorus literally spoke Nightmare Freddy's mind.
"I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL, ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!"
Nightmare Freddy laughed, if this didn't describe how he was feeling then nothing could.
"HIGHWAY TO HELL, I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!"
His plan by the looks of things should have worked, Freddy should be isolated from the rest of the family, and hopefully they would be further broken up by a possible argument between Goldie and Springtrap over the past.
Now he was aiming to meet up with Vincent and the other Nightmares and then as one united force they would be able to silence each family member, one after the other.
He hoped that by the time they all got there, the Fazbears would still be split, it would make things so much easier to handle.
"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow us down."
"You sure got that right," Nightmare Freddy muttered, overtaking two cars at once.
"Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around."
"Dam straight."
"HEY SATAN, paying my dues, playing in a rocking band…HEY MAMA, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land!"
At that very moment, his watch beeped to signal him that a message has been received.
"That's properly Vincent," he muttered.
He opened it, the message read as follows.
"Got the other Nightmares as well as a few other things, heading towards Chicago now with all speed. Will pick you up on the way, we are much faster than you and will mostly likely meet you somewhere along the main highway...will make further plans once we've regrouped."
Nightmare Freddy sent his reply, confirming his understanding of Vincent's message.
He then over took three cars in a row, switching lanes to avoid the worst of the traffic.
He smiled as he imagined what the Fazbear family was going through, he could see it now...heated arguments, fights, hatred and most importantly of all…fragmentation.
For now, he could just relax and listen to the song.
"I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL, ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL, I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL, ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!"
Nightmare Freddy smiled, it was a cold smile, a detached smile, one of complete and utter malevolent and ruthless.
"Are you ready for Nightmare Freddy, if not...well...you'll be sorry!" He chuckled, pressing his foot down on the accelerator, as the car raced even faster down the highway with the song blasting out of the radio.
It wouldn't be long now…
I make no apologies for fans of Justin Bieber...
The storm is now gathering, but how will things turn out from here, we'll soon see, I have several ideas to work with.
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Until next week.