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This chapter is largely focused on the issues facing the Fazbears as well as a few...'other' things. ;-)
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Mending and Breaking.
Chapter 13.
"It is those of us, who have been broken that become experts at mending."
Steve Maraboli.
"Come on, no you're going left, I'm right, over here ahead of these guys, just accelerate that's all I ask."
Balloon Boy and the Puppet were hammering her fingers into the buttons on the game controllers as they sat on the couch, staring at Jeremy's TV.
"Left go left, ok there's a big turn here."
"Avoid crashing into me please if you can."
They were playing a car racing game, and although the Puppet wore a sling around one of her shoulders, she could still move both her arms with relative ease.
"Turn right, now left, watch your corners," Balloon Boy said, moving his fingers across the controller's buttons at an alarming speed.
To be fair, Puppet wasn't truly interested in the game, but she found it enjoyable to some degree, she liked speeding.
She didn't move her fingers as fast as Balloon Boy did, she didn't see it as necessary.
"Second lap, come on," Balloon Boy yelled, pumping his fist into the air.
As they continued to race, the Puppet silently studied BB's body language and his tone.
"He seems on edge, as if something is bothering him, I can sense a lot of anger in his tone."
"Ha, I beat him, stupid A.I, I bet that's what Freddy would be like he drove a car." Balloon Boy commented sharply, laughing in the glow of victory.
"Freddy...he's be saying that name an awful lot today and not in a good context," the Puppet thought, continuously observing him.
The game ended with Balloon Boy having won, with the Puppet coming in at a close second.
Puppet put down her controller, her focus was now elsewhere as she turned to face Balloon Boy.
"Are you ok...you seem to be out of sorts today...what's wrong?" She asked, trying to meet him eye to eye, but failing to do so.
Balloon Boy instantly fell silent with him lowering his head as his whole demeanor began to change before her eyes
He allowed the controller to fall out of his hands, hitting the floor, but he didn't care as an array of negative thoughts came bursting through.
The boy's body language was soon transformed to that of sadness, with him becoming visibly upset as he began to shake.
He turned to look at her, with his eyes now on the verge of tears.
"I had an argument...last night with Freddy...he said that I was only with you to get laid!"
Hearing something like that come out of BB's mouth, who was as far as the Puppet knew the most innocent human being she was aware of…was shocking.
No one had spoken to him in such terms, yes, he had annoyed them occasionally in the past, but he was never one to make them snap at him.
Seeing him clearly upset and hurt by Freddy' words, Puppet responded by hugging him, pulling the boy in close.
Yes, despite his smarts, BB was still a child at the end of the day, who needed mothering at times.
Normally Toy Bonnie or Toy Chica would be the one to do it, but now she had to handle it.
"Oh, come now don't cry, I'm sure Freddy didn't mean it...everyone was arguing with one another last night...he properly doesn't hate you."
"But he was so mad!" Balloon Boy replied, still balling his eyes out.
"He wasn't really mad at you BB, it was just that everyone else was angry at him and he was venting steam, not that it excuses what he did," Puppet stated, softly stroking his light brown hair.
"You did nothing wrong BB, everything was chaotic back then, everyone was properly stressed.
"Although I'm glad that I missed most of it." She thought.
"Shh, come on, don't let me put to you to bed like a baby," she cooed sarcastically.
Although with all things considered, she didn't want to do that and she doubted if she had the actual strength to lift him up…let alone carry the boy.
"I would rather die than let you do that," he marked sarcastically, he was way above that age.
He wiped the tears away from his eyes, the source of his sadness having faded away into nothing.
The desire to cry was gone.
"I said I hated him for putting you into a position where Nightmare Freddy could do you harm," he muttered, relaxing in her arms, her body was light, after all she was remarkably thin.
"Do you still hate him BB?" she asked, her tone was encouraging, very supportive of his emotional needs.
"No...not as much, do you hate him?" he asked curiously .
"No, because I know Freddy, he wouldn't allow something like this to happen if he had the chance to stop it, Nightmare Freddy tricked him," Puppet replied, stroking his hair.
"He tricked us all and look where that's got us."
"You really don't hate him?" BB asked again, looking up at her, now eye to eye.
"Yes really, he's my friend," Puppet said, smiling down at Balloon Boy, the same way a mother would do when cheering up her child.
"Beside what does getting laid mean anyway?" She asked.
Balloon Boy leaned in and whispered a few things in her ear.
Her eyes widen as she listened.
"Oh...I see...it's the same meaning for...why would we even want to do that sort of thing anyway?" She asked.
"I don't know," Balloon Boy replied, shrugging his shoulders.
In truth Puppet knew what the term meant, she just wondered if BB knew and besides they would never do that.
It didn't make sense, such things held no purpose in their world.
Puppet turned round and looked towards the open lounge window...it was a nice day outside with the sun shining amidst a clear blue sky.
"It's beautiful outside, would you like to go out…it'll help take your mind off things?" She asked, holding out her hands to him.
"Sure…ok," Balloon Boy replied, taking the Puppet by the hand and leading her outside towards the garden.
"What will we do outside?" he asked, as she lead him outside, instantly the cool summer air hit his skin.
"Easy…play," Puppet replied eagerly.
"You're a child, you should know after all."
"I don't mean any offense, but you don't play, you're the Puppet."
Balloon Boy's remark earned him a assumed look from Puppet, who replied modestly.
"Oh, I know that I've been cold, detached, isolated, sharp, bitter and not good at social interaction…but that was the past."
She turned around to face him, her white dots for eyes expressed a sense of warmth, but were also narrowed with firm determination.
"I'm now open to doing different things and it's time for a change…"
"Bonnie, I know what you're saying, but I just can't find it in my heart to forgive him...he had several chances to tell us and he didn't!" Chica exclaimed.
"Aye, he put us all in harm's way, I mean the bite marks on the Puppet's legs only appeared after she had fallen asleep, I mean come on, surely that would be the time for Freddy to remember...he was right by her for God's sake!" Foxy said, throwing his arms up in frustration.
Bonnie sighed deeply, reining in her anger, this wasn't going well.
She was trying have a talk with Chica and Foxy about Freddy, but they clearly weren't interested in forgiving him, let alone listening to her.
"Come on guys, this is Freddy, we know him, he's been by our side since the very beginning, and at the end of the day he didn't mean it and we all know who the real enemy is, unless both of you have short term memories," Bonnie argued back.
This earned her death glares from both Foxy and Chica.
"I didn't agree to sit down and talk with you only to be insulted on my memory!" Foxy snarled.
Chica was still covered in bandages from her...'encounter', although she certainly looked a lot better since last night.
"I won't forgive him Bonnie," she stated with narrow cold eyes.
"Freddy had the opportunity to act, he isn't an idiotic, when something strange happens he seeks it out,"
Then before Bonnie could respond, Chica took a particular line of attack.
"Why have you forgiven him...did you and Freddy share something 'special' in the treehouse?" that was an insult and it was coated in venom.
Immediately Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Chica.
"You know dam well that has nothing to do with that we're talking about here."
Her reply made Chica smile coldly.
"Oh, I think it does Bonnie," she replied smugly.
"According to Mike, you slapped Freddy last night and apparently it was very hard," Foxy stated, although he wasn't smiling, maintaining a blank but stern expression.
He wasn't actively seeking to push the knife in.
"I was angry, like you, but I stepped back and examined the situation and I found that I couldn't hate him," Bonnie stated firmly, it was the truth.
"Why have you suddenly become Freddy's chief apologist, if I may ask?" Foxy asked with sudden interest.
Chica smiled evermore coldly and took Foxy's question as an opportunity to verbally drive the knife towards the heart.
"Isn't it obvious Foxy, she loves him and would do anything to get into bed with him, nothing has changed between the two of them."
"Remember the skirt Bonnie?"
That venomous comment made Bonnie blow a blood vessel, it was like a nuclear explosion going off.
"YES, I LOVE HIM, BUT FREDDY IS A PART OF OUR FAMILY, WE KNOW HIM, WE'VE ALL MADE MISTAKES, I HAVE AND YOU TWO HAVE AS WELL!" She shouted, rising up from her chair, evidently enraged.
"HE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN BONNIE!" Foxy shouted back.
"HE COULD HAVE PREVENTED IT OR AT LEAST DONE SOMETHING!" Chica yelled.
"YOU TRY BEING FREDDY FOR ONCE THEN, INSTEAD OF BEING A LONESOME PIRATE AND A MUNCHKIN LOOKALIKE WITH A CUPCAKE!"
That comment made Chica clenched her fists, digging her nails into the wood as she narrowed her rage filled eyes.
Foxy, only narrowed his eyes in strong disapproval, he could see that Chica was barely keeping herself together, he needed to be the adult in case she went mad and actually attempt to hurt Bonnie.
Bonnie meanwhile, closed her eyes and breathed out deeply to let off some steam, allowing her anger to die down before resuming.
"Ok, ok…let me simply address something here, we have been a group of four, or five counting Goldie since 1980 and we've been through some tough times, but we've stuck together despite that and now due to one mistake, you two are treating him as if he were the Purple Man himself," Bonnie stated, laying out their shared history.
"I refuse to believe that he simply forgot or that he didn't take Nightmare Freddy seriously," said Chica, folding her arms in defiance.
"He effectively betrayed us Bonnie," Foxy added, now that kind of accusation went too far.
Bonnie, slammed her fists down on the table in frustration, silencing any of the two's attempts to speak.
"NO, HE DIDN'T FOXY, FREDDY IS NOT THE ENEMY HERE!" she pointed at the window, towards the treehouse outside.
"Vincent is the reason why we are in this fucking mess, not Freddy and Chica, it was Nightmare Freddy who attacked you, not Freddy."
Bonnie, breathed in deeply to control her anger, boy she knew she had a temper, but it never this bad.
"We know Freddy, why can't you two get your heads out of your arse and think this through!" she mentally cursed.
"And you both forget one vital thing...Freddy was also attacked, he was the first one, and Nightmare Freddy leant everything about us by invading Freddy's mind..."
Neither Foxy nor Chica responded, resulting in a smug smile from Bonnie.
"You forgot that small detail, didn't you."
Chica leaned back in her chair and folded her arms once.
"I won't forgive...I don't want to forgive him, he let it happen and I trusted him with my safety."
"Oh, for Christ's sake Chica, think about it, Nightmare Freddy targeted both you and Foxy!" Bonnie shouted.
For the first time since this meeting had begun, Chica's eyebrows rose with interest.
"Why, because he wants to break us up and you're both helping him by hating Freddy, by breaking us up, we are weak and therefore easier to target."
Bonnie then threw her arms up to dramatise.
"Imagine if you will that we are weak and divided and then all of a sudden, Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy turn up...Vincent included, what would happen to us?" She asked, leaning forward.
Neither Chica nor Foxy answered her question.
"You both know what would happen to us, you just can't admit it," said Bonnie smugly folding her arms and confident in her position.
"He did hurt a lot of people as result of his inaction, remember the Puppet and how he shouted at Balloon Boy, even Springtrap called him out on it," Foxy stated.
"Yes, I know, what he said to BB was wrong and Freddy feels very sorry for doing so, but he didn't mean it and plus do you two know what is it like to be a leader."
"How would you know?" Chica asked, eyeing her aggressively.
"Because Freddy told me himself, in fact he told all of us last night, remember," Bonnie replied.
"Did he tell you during that special moment you both shared in 'bed'?" Foxy asked, emphasising the word bed for effect.
Chica laughed, but Bonnie just rolled her eyes, dismissing Foxy's attempt to get to her.
"Its hard ok, it's very hard at times, having so many people who rely on you, trying to keep everything running, trying to keep everyone safe and provide strong leadership in times of crisis," she stated.
"He allowed her to get hurt and I love her," said Foxy, pointing towards Chica.
"I cannot easily forgive him for that."
"He allowed it to happen and yet he could have stopped it," Chica stressed, running her hand through her hair.
"He could at least have raised the issue in a discussion, not forget about it."
Bonnie, mentally exhausted, slumped back in her chair, this was going nowhere.
She looked up at Chica and decided to speak her mind, even though she knew that she was walking into a viper's nest.
She then leaned forward, with cruel glint in her eyes.
"Chica...have you always been this cold?"
Chica's response was to give her a cold shoulder.
"What did you say?" She asked, her tone although it was low, betrayed her anger.
"I said why you are so cold?" Bonnie replied, loud and clear.
"Because I'm struggling to remember any real happy moments between the two of us."
"Say that again if you dare!" Chica hissed, standing up.
"Oh Jesus," Foxy whispered, pushing his chair back...he knew what was coming.
Bonnie smiled, enjoying Chica's reaction.
"You're cold hearted Chica!" she shouted, further kicking the hornets' nest.
Chica marched over to Bonnie, bypassing Foxy who made no attempt to stop her, as her feet stomped the floor.
Upon reaching Bonnie, she towered over her, making Bonnie fall under her shadow.
"You're a hard girl Bonnie, I bet your finding it difficult to express your feelings for Freddy in an appropriate manner, remember when you wore that really short skirt, you said you wanted to try new things, but even I could tell that you were just trying to get Freddy's attention...I would go so far to call you a slut."
That was a bit extreme and if one knew Bonnie, it was largely untrue.
The harsh comment Bonnie forced her chair back and stood up to meet Chica right in the eye.
"I bet you twist people around your little finger Chica, you may be sweet and soft on the outside for the children, but I know for a fact, that on the inside you're a rotten egg with the level of grace like those girls from Jersey Shore!"
Chica looked as if she was about to burst into a volcano of rage.
"Does anyone want coffee...that British thing called tea...a fruit drink maybe?" Foxy asked nervously, slowly backing away towards the door, while his hand frantically searched for the door handle, as invisible storm clouds gathered over the two females.
"You're a drama queen Bonnie, you get angry very quickly, I bet Freddy might top himself with all arguing that you'll cause," said Chica, smiling a cold smile as she verbally stabbed Bonnie in the heart by targeting the icon of her affections.
"Oh Chica, I pity you, can you only hit on sailors," Bonnie replied, shaking her head whilst mocking sadness.
"It's quite a narrow range if you know what I mean."
"Hey, as a pirate, I take great offense to that," Foxy commented, walking out of the door, so he could maintain a reasonable safe distance.
"I hate you Bonnie at times, you're just so moody and you can really drag the whole family's mood down with you," Chica stated through gritted teeth as her eyes flared with rage.
She firmly pressed her head against Bonnie, clenching her fists so tightly that they went white.
"Chica you're just a manipulative, inhuman bitch and that's why I hate you," Bonnie stressed, also clenching her fists in the same manner.
"Guys…can we just settle down for a minute," Foxy pleaded from the safety of the sidelines, trying desperately to intervene and prevent what was properly already inevitable.
"Call me a bitch again and I swear that I will beat the living shit out of you!" Chica growled, becoming very animalistic.
"B.I.T.C.H, you're a mother fucking bitch!" Bonnie shouted, venting all of her anger out on the woman she had on so many occasions called her dear sister.
"AAAAA!" Chica screamed, as she fiercely punched Bonnie in the face, knocking her backwards.
Bonnie then responded sharply by smacking Chica hard in the jaw.
Then Chica leapt at Bonnie, knocking her to the floor and the two of them wrestled, fighting like feral cats who were fully committed to keep on going until one of them died.
Foxy, by this point had long since departed for the safety of the kitchen, hoping to something or someone who could step in and sort this whole mess out.
Normally that would-be Goldie…but he wasn't here right now.
Chica punched Bonnie in the eye, making it go all black and swollen.
Bonnie then head butted Chica, giving her a bloodily nose, pushing her off her and freeing herself.
Chica then replied by grabbing Bonnie's arm and twisting it, to which Bonnie then kicked Chica in one of her breasts.
"BONNIE, YOU BITCH!" she shouted, grabbing Bonnie by the throat and strangling her.
"FUCK YOU CHICA!" Bonnie shouted, grabbing hold of Chica's throat and started strangling her as well as.
Then the door opened and Foxy stepped in, holding a tray with several cups.
"I made coffee to calm you two down, and it was my first try!" He sang.
If anyone could make sense of his reasoning for bringing coffee into this situation…good for you.
Then he saw the state of Bonnie and Chica and was immediately horrified.
"JESUS CHRIST, BONNIE, CHICA STOP!" He shouted, instantly setting the coffee tray down on the table, before rushing over to intervene.
He pushed them apart and with all his strength, he kept them well away from each other, creating some much-needed time for their anger to die down.
"Stop this, stop it right now, both of you!" He shouted.
"For God sake, what would Goldie say if he was here right now?" he asked, turning to look at both of them with a strong look of disapproval.
"So…this is what it feels to be like Freddy?" he thought as he realized the level of command he had just gained.
"Having to deal with 'children'."
Now he was starting to see Bonnie's point, having this level of responsibility was not ideal.
Slowly Chica slummed down to the floor, whereas Bonnie fell backwards into a waiting chair, grasping the sides to steady herself.
Between the two of them, they both looked exhausted and were breathing heavily.
"What the hell, have you both gone mad, you've degraded yourselves into a bloodily death match!" Foxy exclaimed, scolding them in the same manner a parent would to its children for misbehaving.
"She called me a bitch!" Chica cried, having quickly found enough energy to take a quick shot at Bonnie.
"Well she called me a slut!" Bonnie fired back, returning fire with the same manner.
"Stop, I've heard and seen enough, Bonnie you should properly leave now," Foxy said, stepping aside to let her go.
"And Chica," he turned to face her with a look of grim determination.
"We should have a little talk about anger management."
"But…"
"No buts Chica, seriously what you two did was stupid given your age, we've been through worse shit than this and haven't acted this aggressive before."
"Not on our own accord through," he thought, reminding himself of darker times.
Bonnie slowly got up, clutching her arm which Chica had twisted with her arm, it really hurt.
"Don't you see...this is what Nightmare Freddy wants, we're doing his dirty work for him," she stated, limping towards the door.
"Me included…"
She stopped in the doorway and turned round to face them both.
Her facial expression wasn't rage, but rather one of immense sadness as she stared at her lifelong companions.
"But think about this, both of you...do you really want our family to break apart, after so many decades...do you really want to lose all of that...for a simple mistake...just think for a minute…please."
She then turned and left, limping down the hallway, creating a thudding sound as she walked.
Foxy sighed, inside he completely admitted the stupidity of it all...but he wouldn't forgive Freddy easily, he had indirectly created the conditions into which two people had almost died, one of which he deeply loved.
But Chica had overstepped the line, as had Bonnie.
"What have we become?" He thought amidst the sounds of Chica's heavy breathing as she recovered from her ordeal.
"If Vincent saw this, he would be laughing all the way to hell and back…"
An hour later...
"And as you can see, my talk with Foxy and Chica didn't go down so well, hence my appearance," Bonnie answered, putting an ice pack which had been given to her to help with her now swollen eye.
"Are there any more questions before we begin?"
Mangle put her hand up.
"Yes Mangle," Bonnie asked plainly, although she sounded exhausted still, despite an hour having passed since her fight with Chica.
"Did she really call you a slut?"
"Yes...she did, anyone else?"
No one else raised their hand.
Bonnie was sitting in one of the Toys' rooms with Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Mangle, Balloon Boy and the Puppet, all situated around a table.
"Are you all willing to forgive Freddy?" Bonnie asked.
The Toys appeared to twist their heads left and right, trying to think of an answer.
Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica leaned over the table and whispered to Toy Freddy and Mangle, who nodded in response.
It was like that for a minute or so with different opinions being passed around.
Mangle then whispered something to Toy Freddy making him nodded, he then whispered to the other two, who also nodded, therefore acknowledging what was now the group's decision.
Toy Freddy sighed as he pushed back his chair to stand up.
"I believe I can speak for the four of us, in our initial shock we were angry at Freddy, we were completely confused by the situation and I was disgusted by him."
"But...now we forgive him...we know Freddy since 1987, we don't hate him, we know he didn't cause it, and knowing Freddy he won't let it happen again."
"Besides, the last thing we need is to argue amongst ourselves while our enemies gather in strength," Toy Bonnie added, her tone was forgiving, yet stern at the same time.
"What about BB and the Puppet?" Toy Chica asked, turning to face them.
They had remained silent on their inner thoughts regarding Freddy until now.
Balloon Boy raised his head.
"I hated Freddy for allowing the Puppet to get hurt, but I'm sorry for hating him and I forgive him for what happened and for what he said to me."
He took hold of the Puppet's hand and squeezed it.
"I love her and what Toy Freddy said was right...I know Freddy, he has protected us and I am willing to see past his mistake...he didn't mean it and we shouldn't ignore the real enemy aka Nightmare Freddy."
"About what you Mari?" He asked, turning to face her, although he already knew what her opinion was.
"I don't hate Freddy, he isn't the cause for this...yes I was attacked and suffered injury as a result, but I don't blame him...as you all say Freddy isn't the enemy, he's family and he's done a good enough job as it to lead us," she said plainly.
There was no hate or anger in her voice as she turned to face Bonnie.
"I don't need to forgive him, as there's nothing for me to forgive, besides the Purple Man and this Nightmare Freddy are the real enemies and we shouldn't lower our guard and fall apart."
Bonnie smiled.
"Thank you," she said, slumping back into her chair, she sighed, feeling a massive weight on her shoulders.
Seeing that the weight of the whole world was on her counterpart's shoulders, Toy Bonnie got up and went over to hug her.
"Are you ok?" She asked, clearly concerned as her light blue interlocked with Bonnie's reddish purple.
"No, no I not, it's just Foxy and Chica...I cannot believe that we've split apart so quickly...it never used to be this way, I've never come to blows with Chica before...never," Bonnie replied, she started to sob with the feeling of failure creeping up her spine.
"There, there dear, I'm sure you'll all come together soon, they'll see sense," said Toy Bonnie cradling her older counterpart.
"They're smart enough aren't they?"
No...Chica is stubborn and Foxy won't forgive Freddy for letting Chica get hurt...neither of them will come to their senses soon...when things got serious back at the Pizzeria, Goldie would often step in and defuse the situation...now he's gone." Bonnie wept, now crying into Toy Bonnie's shoulder.
"Shhh, shhh, yes…Goldie was a good peace maker…after he prevented us from killing Puppet when she told us about putting the dead children's souls inside of us."
"Yeah…I remember that day fondly," Puppet said plainly, although it was done with a hint of sarcasm.
"Toy Chica, can you get us something to drink...would you like that Bonnie?" Toy Freddy asked, upon seeing Bonnie's immense distress.
Bonnie nodded, whilst she continued to hug Toy Bonnie tightly.
"Can I stay here for a bit...until I've calmed down...please?" Bonnie asked, she felt like a child who was being cradled by a loving parent.
Well, after all Toy Bonnie did have a mothering nature, even though she was the younger of the two.
"You can stay as long as you need," Toy Bonnie replied, cradling Bonnie in her arms.
"Thank you," Bonnie whispered amidst her tears, she hated herself for not trying hard enough and that relations which had been so strong and had unraveled overnight.
Slowly, Puppet leaned across and whispered something to Balloon Boy, who nodded in agreement.
They then rose from their seats and left the room without so much as saying a word.
"Where are you two going?" Mangle asked, eying them as they went.
"To see Mike and Jeremy," Balloon Boy answered, as he walked out of the door, following the Puppet.
"I wonder why?" Mangle thought, although she could guess why, but she didn't pursue, turning her attention back to Bonnie and the other Toys.
"So, Mike and Jeremy can you find it in your hearts to forgive Freddy?" Balloon Boy asked, sitting down at the kitchen table with his hands clasped together.
Puppet was seated alongside him, together they had the compassion of a business team.
"I have thought about it...and after re-examining the whole incident, I will forgive Freddy, this was never his intention, he will learn from this," Mike replied, he took a fresh cup of coffee from Jeremy.
His blue eyes lowered themselves in sadness and reflection.
...it's a shame to hear about what happened between Bonnie and Chica though, they are or 'were' sisters to one another."
He chuckled to himself.
"Although they did like to argue with one another more, quite often in my day when I was nightguard."
"Well, there wasn't much to do once the business went under and the Pizzeria was left," Balloon Boy added.
"I agree with Mike, whilst Freddy isn't to blame, although telling us about his experience with Nightmare Freddy would have helped, but still we must push through as one unified group and forgive each other for our mistakes," Jeremy added, pouring black coffee from the coffee machine into a cup on the sideboard.
"I know that sounds very cline and all, but I thought that leaving that dam pizzeria would bring an end to everything and now look at us, still stuck in the past."
"We've been through worse, but then I suppose the damage was inflicted by an outsider, no one in the group helped Vincent directly or indirectly."
"I'll take a good guess that this is the first time one of those has happened, even if Freddy would move heaven and earth to stop it, one can argue that he helped his nightmare counterpart somewhat by not saying anything."
He then sighed, staring out of the kitchen window in blank space.
"Even through would be no reason to say anything…with you having believed that your attacker is dead."
He then turned back to face the others.
"But yes, in truth I was not really angry at him, in fact I regret having force him to sleep in the treehouse, isolated and open to attack."
"At least, he hasn't been attacked," Balloon Boy stated confidently.
"True, but then that means Vincent and Nightmare Freddy are on move somewhere," Mike replied, casting his gaze around the room.
"They know where we are…so does that mean they will try to attack us?" Puppet asked, as a look of worry crossed her face.
"They may…wait…my house will get destroyed!" Jeremy remarked, his green eyes going wide, as an army of outcomes entered his way.
"You agreed to accept whatever outcome befell us Jeremy, when you joined them."
"Although it would a tragedy if this place was to go, being ripped apart by Vincent's harpoons," Mike joked with a tone of full blown sarcasm.
Normally Jeremy would be the one with the sense of humor, but now Mike was on a roll and he wasn't stopping.
"I'll send him the grid reference to your house then, shall I," Jeremy remarked, hitting back.
"Without either house, we'll all be on the streets, we lost two homes, let's try not to lose this one, shall we?" Puppet enquired.
"Well, with that said, yes we're with you on Freddy, in fact you can go and tell him that he can go back inside," Jeremy said, making a mental list of stuff to save should his house ended getting destroyed by Vincent in the not so near future.
"Thank you very much guys, Bonnie and Freddy would be glad to hear that," Puppet stated, her eyes sparked with joy, happy that things were moving forward.
Then she got up to leave, Balloon Boy following close behind.
"Oh yes…"
Puppet turned round to face the two former nightguards.
"I'm glad that I didn't you kill you two."
"Your' saying that now…after roughly twenty-two to twenty-eight years of knowing us," Mike said, looking understandable surprised by the Puppet's words.
"We were thinking of killing us up until now...weren't you?" Jeremy asked as his nightguard senses returned.
Puppet gave them both a nervous smile.
"Well…a little."
"Puppet, you are coming?" Balloon Boy called from somewhere up ahead.
"Coming, bye guys," she said, before turning away and running off.
That just left Mike and Jeremy speechless for a few moments.
"So, if she were to try and kill us right now, would we kill her?" Mike asked, speaking aloud.
A for a good long while, both men thought it over, the chances and the outcomes which could arrive from them.
In the end, they reached one solid conclusion.
"Psychiatric hospital…and lots of shock treatment."
As they walked down the corridor towards the Toys' room to rejoin the others, the Puppet took hold of Balloon Boy's shoulders to stop him.
"Wait...I have an idea," she said, as the cogs in her head turned.
"What's that?" BB asked, turning to face her, curious to hear her idea.
"I want to speak with Chica...perhaps our similar experiences at the hands of Nightmare Freddy might help us find common ground, but I want to speak to her alone...can you distract Foxy for a bit?" she asked.
"Just keep him occupied for a while."
"And what will I get in return for keeping him occupied?" Balloon Boy asked raising his eyebrows in a 'suggestive' manner.
Puppet rolled her eyes.
"You're such a boy you know that, what you get depends on how well you do your job," she replied firmly, folding her arms.
"Ok...but why do you want Foxy out of the picture?" Balloon Boy, giving her a confused look.
"I think it would be better if I spoke to them individually...I don't want them influencing each other, I want them to be honest," Puppet stated.
"Oh...I see," Balloon Boy replied, as he put two and two together.
"You go and distract Foxy and then about five minutes later, I'll go and speak with Chica, how does that sound?" Puppet asked, laying a plan out.
"Great," Balloon Boy answered, punching his hand in air.
"Seems doable to me."
Puppet's eyes narrowed as she smiled.
"Then let's do this..."
Tap, tap, tap.
"Mmm...now would that be?" Foxy asked, getting up from his chair, as Chica slowly drank the coffee he had made previously.
She appeared to be staring off into the distance, lost in her thoughts which was quite understandable, with her wounds clearly visible to the naked eye.
Foxy opened the bedroom door wide to see Balloon Boy standing outside.
"Hi," he said, waving.
"Hello Balloon Boy," Foxy replied, waving his hook.
"Or is it BB?"
"I never really ask about that."
"I really don't mind, hey I was wondering...if you would like to play...pirates with me?" Balloon Boy asked, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Sure...do you have an eyes patch and a hook or a sword?" Foxy asked, rather eager.
"No," said Balloon boy, shaking his head.
Foxy smiled and patted Balloon Boy on the shoulder.
"Well don't worry laddie, come with me and we'll find you a hook and an eyepatch...Jeremy should have something from his childhood days," he said, taking Balloon Boy down the corridor by the hand.
From an unseen location Puppet watched, timing her intervention.
Within minutes she could hear Foxy and Balloon Boy out in the garden playing treasure hunt.
Foxy would like those sort of actives, he performed such acts in his earlier days, when he was in his prime.
"Well...here goes nothing," she sighed, walking towards the door.
She knocked lightly on the door, a few seconds later Chica opened it.
"Oh...Puppet it's you...what are you doing here?" She asked, looking very confused as why she was here.
So far so good.
Good thing the Puppet had thought of a cover story before knocking.
"I was looking for BB...have you seen him?" She asked, faking confusion as she shrugged her shoulders.
"He's outside with Foxy playing," Chica, pointing towards the garden.
From the open bedroom window, the Puppet could see Foxy and Balloon Boy running about between the trees of Jeremy's garden.
"May I come in?" Puppet asked.
Chica, tilted her head to one side.
"Of course, I see why not," she said, stepping aside to let the Puppet in.
"Thanks," Puppet replied, entering the room, its contents were somewhat...messy.
"I was tidying the place up after my...incident with Bonnie," Chica stated, sitting down.
"'I'll assume that you've heard about it?"
"Well word does travel fast these days," Puppet replied, chuckling lightly as she seated herself opposite to Chica.
She then turned to the heart of the matter.
"I want to talk to you about something," she said, fiddling with her fingers.
"Yes, and that is?" Chica asked.
The Puppet took a deep breath before speaking.
She said one word and one word only.
"Freddy."
Chica's gaze instantly darken, her hands slowly became to curl into fists.
"Oh...," was all she said, plainly, but there was an undertone of annoyance, was she expecting a fight?
"Chica...You and I have gone through the same ordeal...and you can't hate Freddy forever," Puppet stated, putting on a serious face.
"He knew though," Chica replied, maintaining her intense gaze.
"Chica...Freddy would never hurt you...he loves you...as does Bonnie, as does Foxy and in fact we all love you as a family," Puppet said, maintaining her tough expression.
She hoped her words and body language would get through Chica's head.
"He could have stopped and remembered...if he loves us which includes you, then he would have told us," Chica argued, with a harsh tone.
"Freddy forget amidst the chaos that followed and you know that's understandable."
She made gestures with her hands.
"Ok, none of us know exactly what happened in Freddy's dream when he first met Nightmare Freddy, but from Freddy's own words, he thought that he had killed him…but clearly Nightmare Freddy had faked his death."
Puppet stared deep into Chica's green eyes.
"Freddy wouldn't let something like this happen again...he's been with you since the very beginning Chica...you know him...better than you think right now."
"His inaction resulted in us getting hurt," she said, her tone was calm and collective, different from her serious tone used a few seconds earlier.
"In a sense yes, I see your point, by not telling anyone he indirectly opened the door and let Nightmare Freddy in..."
"However, Nightmare Freddy chose us to target...Freddy was just the first...either way, he was coming for us, my wounds are the result of what he, Nightmare Freddy did to me."
Puppet pointed at Chica.
"And your wounds are the result of what Nightmare Freddy did to you, the bite marks, the scratches, the strangling, all of it are because of what he did...not Freddy."
Chica sighed tilting her head back and forth from side to side.
"I suffered just as you did...but I don't blame Freddy, I blame Nightmare Freddy, I blame the Purple Guy for this, all of it links back to them," Puppet stated.
"I see your point, but I trusted Freddy with my safety, he's the leader," Chica replied, slowly folding her arms.
She wasn't as aggressive as she was with Bonnie or last night.
"I understand your anger Chica, I do and trust me, I've been angry at so many people and for much longer, I know what that can do you and to those around you..."
"However, Freddy can't always be there to protect you Chica, and being a leader can be tough, you four have been through a lot...we all have, but you must all be on your guard," Puppet stated, it was obvious to her that one person cannot protect three people at the same time.
Puppet then reached across and grasped Chica's hands, stroking them.
"Chica," Puppet began, staring deep into her eyes.
White dots meet green pupils.
"Please don't be consumed by your hatred, or by your anger...you know Freddy and he knows you...if you were in Freddy's current position what would you do?" Puppet asked.
"What would you do?"
"Well…if I were Freddy… I would try to regain that person's trust and do all I could to prevent it from happening again," Chica replied, and she said it all on impulse.
She gasped in shock at her own words, while Puppet simply smiled.
"If that's what you would do, then don't you think Freddy deserves a chance to prove that as well...it's only fair," she said, tilting her head towards the treehouse.
Chica lowered her head, arguing with herself.
For a good while everything was silent, minus the sounds of Foxy and BB playing outside which drifted in through the open window.
Finally, Chica spoke as she sighed deeply.
"Can I be…allowed to think...for a while?" She asked softly, eyes downcast.
"Of course, Chica," Puppet replied.
"I'll take my leave now."
She got up, went over and hugged Chica, wrapping her arms around her neck, cradling her head.
"I hope you make the right choice...you're a good person Chica...as is Bonnie, Foxy and of course Freddy."
She left and headed towards the door when Chica called out.
"Puppet."
Puppet turned round.
"Yes?" She asked.
Chica looked at her with a remorseful expression.
"Thanks...for stopping by."
The Puppet smiled.
"Anytime Chica, anytime."
She opened the door and left, leaving Chica alone with her thoughts.
"Hopefully she'll reconsider and forgive Freddy, they need each other right now...we have bigger problems...now to find Foxy?"
She headed towards the garden, where she found Foxy and Balloon Boy in the midst of a sword fight.
"Come on, you can hit harder, only the fiercest of pirates can enlist for my crew!" Foxy shouted, as he blocked and dogged BB's attacks.
Balloon Boy raised his wooden sword and brought it down on Foxy's head, only for Foxy to side-step and trip BB up.
Balloon Boy rolled, turned and blocked Foxy's attack.
He then side-stepped and knocked Foxy's wooden sword right out of his hands, causing it to land in the grass nearby.
Foxy immediately held his hands up as a form of surrender as BB pointed his sword at his chest.
"Ha ha, you really do know how to fight as a pirate, you can join the crew anytime matey," he laughed.
"Hi Puppet," said Balloon Boy, waving at her as she stepped outside.
"Arrr, now here comes a young lady to see her sailor triumphant," Foxy added, as Puppet approached.
"My lady I present to you your champion of the high seas," he said pushing Balloon Boy forward.
"Well I see he is most gifted in the ways of the combat, a fine gentleman to keep me safe, from infamous villains such as Foxy Redbread," The Puppet commented, laughing at the situation.
"He may yet my dear," Foxy laughed heartily.
Puppet winked at Balloon Boy, signalling him to make his departure.
"Thanks for all the fun Foxy, I'll be in the kitchen if you have need of me...see you soon Puppet I'm gotta get a snack, maybe a brownie," he said, running off.
Now that they were alone, Puppet made her move.
"Foxy...may I speak with you in private?" She asked, approaching him.
"Sure...what's on your mind Puppet?" He asked, returning the question.
"It's about…Freddy," Puppet stated.
Foxy appeared to go tense and his gaze darken momentarily.
"Oh...that was unexpected," he stated.
"I think I can change your mind," Puppet added cheerfully.
"Did you speak to Chica about this?" He asked, staring at her.
He didn't hold an angry expression, but rather one of genuine interest.
Puppet smiled
"Yes, and I would say I made an impact."
Foxy raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Well...I'm impressed if you did that...well, we might as well talk about it."
He took her by the arm.
"Come, let's walk," he said and Puppet eagerly followed.
"I know how you feel towards Freddy and I don't blame you, someone you trusted did create the conditions even though it was never their intent which allowed someone you loved to get hurt," Puppet said as her eyes scanned the numerous types of flowers which lined Jeremy's garden.
"Yes...that's where I stand, I still can't understand why Freddy couldn't remember...even though I've known him for thirty-five years," Foxy argued as they walked among the trees.
He sighed, his hook hand hung loosely by his side.
"I've known Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Goldie since the very beginning and even now I struggle to understand them completely."
"You'll never know anyone inside out, but you may know a lot," Puppet stated, to her that was commonplace in all human relations.
"You know Freddy isn't one to hurt people with vicious intent...unlike a certain counterpart of his," she added.
The reference to Nightmare Freddy made Foxy clenched his fist as his eyes narrowed in sudden rage.
"I'll kill that bastard should we ever cross paths again," he muttered softly, although it was clear there was immense raw anger in his voice.
"I would join you, that psycho has it coming, but Nightmare Freddy was the one who inflicted those wounds on Chica, including me and Freddy...he seems to be banking on us being inactive and I would guess rightly that he aims to break us up," Puppet argued, taking hold of Foxy's hand to calm him down.
"What he said last night when he was possessing Chica, seems to confirm that is his goal and he properly isn't the only Nightmare out there."
"I see what you mean, and you are properly right, still how could Freddy just forgot, surely the seriousness of his encounter and the fact that bite marks appeared on your legs would cause his memory to stir," Foxy stated, pointing towards the treehouse which over towered nearly everything in the whole garden.
"I must admit that the whole dream experience seemed a little odd."
"I see your point Foxy, but remember that a lot has happened recently, no sooner had we woken up we were suddenly attacked by Vincent, crashed landed and then my near death experience as well as our exhaustion catching up with us once we reached Jeremy's...even in the midst of chaos one can forgot many things...even things that hold great significance," Puppet replied.
"I will admit this to you Puppet...I do want to forgive Freddy, but the fact that Chica was hurt and it was on his watch, remains an issue for me...I know Freddy's a good man...but this..."
Foxy lowered his head in sadness.
"You've never gone through this before?" Puppet asked, grasping his hand for comfort.
"Aye...this is different...very different, we've always struck together as a unit of five, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, me and Goldie," Foxy answered, he sounded sad, as it was painful to look into the past.
"Now that unity is damaged," Puppet stated, to which Foxy nodded his head.
"Aye lassie, I'm afraid so...critically damaged one might say."
"But I bet you and Freddy would really like to kill Nightmare Freddy, knowing Freddy he wouldn't let this happen again...Foxy...Freddy is on your side...he loves you, Bonnie and Chica...and you know he isn't one to break his promises or harm those who he cares about."
Puppet then pointed towards the treehouse.
"If he were to ask you for a second chance...would you give him it...would you forgive him?" she asked.
Foxy appeared to be in deep thought, for a moment he was completely still.
"Perhaps...your right, I do know Freddy, talking to him about the issue would be best...and we do have other priories," he commented.
He turned back to face her.
"But I want to speak with Chica first...it's better for us to confront Freddy together, should we decide to do so."
"It's ok, I understand you need to talk to Chica about this," Puppet hugged Foxy, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"If you two ever need to talk…I'm here."
"Aww, thanks dear, this little talk with you has made me reconsider Freddy's behavior."
"I know it's your decision to make, but if I were in your position, I would forgive Freddy, he's a good person, there are certain people out there, who wish to commit greater harm," Puppet replied.
"I hope you make the right choice."
"As do I Puppet, as do I," said Foxy smiling as he ruffled her hair, making Puppet smile back…it was all good.
Within a few minutes, Puppet was skipping down the corridor towards the kitchen, feeling rather pleased with herself.
Foxy had gone to find Chica, deciding to bring this matter to an end, which was good news and therefore hopefully good news for everyone else.
It was then Balloon Boy came round the corner, holding a half-eaten brownie.
"So, how did the talk with Foxy go, judging by your behavior it went pretty well I guess," he said, scanning her body language.
"Yeah, it did, hopefully things will work out and they'll get back together," Puppet replied, smiling as she walked by with a spring in her step.
"What about Springtrap and Goldie?" Balloon Boy asked.
That comment made Puppet stop dead in her tracks.
"Well...that's a different matter, Springtrap isn't ready to cooperate and we haven't got the slightest clue where Goldie went...we'll find him, let's just deal with one problem at a time."
She smiled at Balloon Boy, who was munching on his brownie.
"Do you want to play that car racing game again on Jeremy's Xbox?" She asked, stepping forward, but Balloon Boy held his arm out to stop her and cleared his throat.
"You said, I would get something depending on my performance...well...how did I do?" He asked, he wasn't going to let the issue go until he got an answer.
"Balloon Boy, you were amazing, you played your part brilliantly," Puppet replied happily.
"So, what's my reward?" Balloon Boy asked, his eyes were bursting with excitement.
"Close your eyes," Puppet ordered, putting in a mischievous grin.
Balloon Boy did so.
"Please be a kiss, please be a kiss," he begged.
He felt the Puppet's hand pat him on the shoulder.
"Well done BB, I'm proud of you," she said.
And with that said, she merely side-stepped him and headed off down the corridor.
"What?" Balloon Boy asked, opening his eyes, feeling very confused as to what had just happened.
"Wait Puppet, that's it, a pat on the back..."
He turned and ran after her.
"I DISTRACTED FOXY FOR YOU AND ALL I GET IS A PAT, I THOUGHT YOU'D BE MORE GENEROUS! He shouted, his footsteps pounding the floorboards.
Although the Puppet wore a calm face, she was laughing her head off on the inside.
Balloon Boy, upon catching up with her, grabbed Puppet by her good shoulder and stopped her.
"That cannot be the reward, your hiding something..."
He stopped to think.
"Unless your one of those girls who likes to tease boys, just to see how far they would go to earn her affection-"
The Puppet suddenly turned round, grabbed BB by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall in a very dominant manner.
"Yes...I am one of those girls...," she smiled...it looked kind of psychotic if you could put it nicely.
Before Balloon Boy could say anything, Puppet leaned forward, catching her lips in his.
Balloon Boy froze...everything stopped...time came to a sudden halt...his first kiss.
Or rather in fact it was 'their' first kiss.
He felt his arms fall by his side, as the Puppet wrapped her arms around him.
He could live with this...live in this moment forever...with Mari.
To him the kiss felt like years...when it had actually been for five seconds.
Puppet then pulled away, with Balloon Boy staring off into the distance.
"Hello, BB," she said, waving her hand in front of his face.
"Come in planet BB...hello."
Then Balloon Boy then seemed to return to reality, snapping out of his trance.
"Good your back, well come on, the lounge is this way," Puppet stated, walking off in its direction.
But Balloon Boy, didn't follow, but rather remained where he was standing.
"BB, come on, you love racing cars."
Balloon Boy turned to face her.
"That...was...amazing," he said, clearly taken back by the last few seconds.
"Well there's a first time for everything, Puppet replied, smiling.
"Oh, by the way you got...some...black stuff on your...lips."
Balloon Boy put his hand to his mouth, to feel a sticky substance.
When he pulled his hand away, he saw the colour black...the same colour as the Puppet's lips.
His flimsy attempts to rub it away caused the Puppet to giggle madly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about my lips!"
For the rest of the day, everyone remained calm and relaxed despite what had occurred last night.
Foxy and Chica, were discussing the issue surrounding Freddy in their room and Springtrap had remained within his room throughout the evening.
Apart from coming down to get his dinner and taking it upstairs where he would eat alone, he shared no interaction with the others and of course Freddy was still in the treehouse outside...thinking long and hard on how to defeat Nightmare Freddy.
Overall, the tense atmosphere that had existed at breakfast had mostly died down...expect there was one issue...where was Goldie?
For he hadn't been seen since last night, vanishing into the streets of Chicago.
Several hours later...
Clang...clang...clang...clang...clang.
Goldie kicked an empty, opened and rusted can down the crowded streets of Chicago.
Even though it was approaching sunset, the city of Chicago pulsed with activity and movement.
Yet amidst all of this, Goldie could only ever think about Springtrap...nothing else in the world mattered anymore.
"I'm sorry...I will redeem myself...but you left me...just like I left you...stupid Spring doesn't understand the meaning of the word sorry...so immature that fucking idiot...I HATE HIM...no...no...no...I can't hate him...I care for him...still...after all these years."
He gripped his head, as his mind underwent another breakdown, with long forgotten memories surging towards the surface.
He could hear screaming...the screams of a crying child.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, I DON'T WANNA GO IN HIS MOUTH!"
"Come on boys, he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"
"AAHHHHHHHHH!"
Then a never-ending army of memories came, each one was a direct assault on his psyche.
"Then there was the bite of 87, yeah it's amazing that the human body can live without the fontal lobe."
"Tell us about your past Goldie, I bet you were a great performer?"
"Freddy...maybe another time, I'm tired."
"Oh, please tell us?"
"Chica...it's a story with some dark elements...now's not the time to tell."
"The reason you left me was simply because you couldn't face the reality of our situation."
"Your selfish Goldie...do you know that."
"Why did you never tell me about Springtrap...you two seem way too close to be mere co-workers."
"I sense so much guilt...lots and lots of guilt."
"You can't outrun the past Goldie, it's catching up with you, in fact it's towering over you."
"Springtrap will hate you forever...he'll never forgive you when he finds out...never."
"You lied to us about your origins in order to protect us."
"Time for the main attraction, the story must be told, time for a chain reaction that never gets old, some guys get satisfaction breaking the mould, some guys are just distractions, some guys are just gold."
"Who caused your pizzeria to close Goldie?"
"I...I don't know Freddy...it's been a long time since it happened."
"It's me...me...me...me!"
"Your broken and I'll put you back together...we're still your friends."
"Do you still believe that?"
Goldie knew he was currently undergoing another panic attack, avoiding the local populace he sought shelter down an alleyway.
He hid among the trashed cardboard boxes, trying to calm himself down and piece his mind back together into that of a calm state.
"I'm a failure...a failure...a failure...I've betrayed people...I've hurt people...I'm alone...no one loves me...I deserve to be left alone...I'm scared of who I am...I'm just a relic of former glory...I'm just gold and nothing more."
Several rumbles of thunder were heard overhead, Goldie looked up to see storm clouds rolling in from above...it would be a stormy night, not peaceful.
He curled up in one of the cardboard boxes, to keep himself dry from the oncoming rain.
Within minutes, rain drops started to fall and soon Chicago quickly become a full-on monsoon, amidst the intense flashes of furious lighting and the lion roars of thunder.
It was a fierce storm alright, but it was only the herald of what was it actually hit Chicago…and the Fazbears.
I like the idea of Balloon Boy X Puppet, although I will state thoroughly that there will be no M rated stuff, it's a childhood romance so there are limits and it's more of a emotional relationship.
With that said, storm clouds are gathering...I'll leave it to your respective imaginations to guess what may follow.
Also I've started to read Five Nights At Freddy's The Sliver Eyes, yes I know I'm late to the party on that one, but I could get some ideas from the book and implement them into the story somehow.
Please review, I strongly appreciate feedback.
Until next week :-)