Here's chapter 14 and bang on time too, that's me making up for my delay last week.
Things are slowly coming together in this one, please enjoy, even though this is another long chapter.
Also this chapter features I Can't Decide by The Scissor Sisters, you'll soon see why. ;-)
Oh yes and while I'm at it, I just wanted to address something which has occurred recently and sits at the heart of all FNAF fans.
Scott Cawthon recently announced on Steam that he is taking a break from making games and that includes the potential upcoming FNAF 6, I don't think he has cancelled it, if he did then he would leave the story's ending wide open and on a cliff-hanger.
I can completely understand Scott's reasoning, he's feeling overloaded and wishes to return to what's important to him and do other things, it's his choice after all and we can respect that.
Hopefully he'll find the inspiration and desire to finish the FNAF storyline at some point, wish him well.
Reunions and the Death of Innocence.
Chapter 14.
"Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven."
Tryon Edwards
About 50 miles south of Chicago
On a small dim lit country road out in the middle of nowhere, there was only one moving object.
In the pitch blackness, no one would ever consider driving down a road with unreadable signs or no overhanging lights...all expect for one person.
Nightmare Freddy turned the steering wheel left to right, as the road sharply turned in different directions, sometimes it appeared to do both at once. He maintained a steady pressure on the accelerator, to crash the car now would cost time...time which he could ill afford. There was a reason why he had chosen this particular road, it was isolated from the highway, no one used it, unless they really had to. He was the only person for miles around, on a small road, passing through tall pine wood forests and old abandoned hamlets.
He briefly checked his watch tracker.
According to its' readings, he and Vincent were about 2 miles away from each other. Nightmare Freddy scanned the surrounding area, no lights, nothing to indicate Vincent's position. "Where are you?" He thought, as the car rocked from side to side due to the road's endless mine field of potholes.
He checked the watch tracker again, now it read 1.8 miles. Again, still no sign of Vincent's airship, all Nightmare Freddy could see was the shadowy outlines of trees, fences, houses and road signs now long since outdated.
1.7...1.6...1.5.
"Where this bloodily airship of yours, God dam it give me a sign," Nightmare Freddy muttered, his eyes searching for anything which seemed out of place.
Then his watch beeped, with a text on display.
It was from Vincent.
"When you clear the next wood, look to your right, you'll see me in a field next to an abandoned farmstead."
"Thanks for the update," Nightmare Freddy muttered, putting more pressure on the accelerator.
He drove through the last forest between him and his destination. The twisted, mangled branches of the overhanging trees looked like the sorts of monsters that belonged in the nightmares of children. Nightmare Freddy smiled at the thought, he was that sort of monster. Upon emerging from the thick line of trees, he saw the field which was stated in Vincent's message. And there in the centre was the airship, hovering just above the ground, with its' outside lights on.
Man, that was a big airship.
"Could you make it any more obvious," Nightmare Freddy laughed.
He turned onto the field and headed towards the ship.
"I wonder if they'll hold a celebration party for me," he thought, bringing the car a halt and removing the keys from the ignition.
He stepped out, the cool night air brushed against his skin amidst the low humming noise from the airship's four turbine engines. A rope ladder had already been thrown out, enabling Nightmare Freddy to climb up towards the hatch entrance. He pulled on the hatch handle, opened the hatch and climbed inside. Or rather he pulled on the hatch handle, opened it and then was swiftly grabbed by several pairs of hands…before being pulled inside.
When he lifted his head up, he came face to face with Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica and of course Nightmare Foxy. Vincent Afton, it appeared was sitting on a swirl chair in the centre of the airship's living compartment.
"Oh N-Freddy, I've missed you so much!" Nightmare Bonnie squealed, hugging Nightmare Freddy so tightly that he couldn't breathe.
"Hi...N-Bonnie...nice to...meet...you...too...now get...off of me!" Nightmare Freddy gasped, trying to break free from Nightmare Bonnie's iron like grip. "It's been a long time matey, good to see you in the flesh," Nightmare Foxy commented, ruffling Nightmare Freddy's reddish-brown hair.
"Now we are all reunited," Nightmare Chica added, hugging Nightmare Freddy as well. The resulting scene was Nightmare Freddy being swanned by Nightmares Chica and Bonnie with Nightmare Foxy just looking amused as hell with Vincent raising his eyebrows as if to say.
'Take it somewhere else please'.
"My God, your hair is still soft after all these years," Nightmare Bonnie whispered, stroking his hair.
Vincent wolf whistled, calling them to attention. "Come on now, let the lovebirds enjoy their moment." He then narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming serious.
"Unless we have more important things to discuss."
"First things first, do you know about the rift between Goldie and Springtrap?" Nightmare Freddy asked, finally breaking free of Nightmare Bonnie's and Nightmare Chica's grip. "Yes...that was a beautiful moment, besides killing the child of course, but Springtrap's reaction to Goldie's blank expression, as he was dragged off stage...it was priceless," Vincent replied, fiddling with a knife in hands as he spoke.
"Yes, I bet it was," said Nightmare Freddy, surveying his surroundings.
"Well apparently, Goldie's never told anyone about it, you can imagine what explosive damage that'll do once it's out in the open."
"I sense a major confrontation coming up!" Nightmare Bonnie sang, her purplish blue eyes lighting up with excitement. "But what I did with Chica will have an even bigger impact," Nightmare Freddy stated, with his usual sadistic smile.
"Let me guess...you dragged her through hell...and Freddy got the blame?" Vincent asked, leaning forward, as his eyes glinted with mischief.
"Oh yes, she was in a right state as I bashed her, smashed her, slashed her, bit her, strangled her, broke her, oh I can do many things to my victim, but I will always snap them in half both physically and psychologically," Nightmare Freddy answered, he bowed as one would do upon receiving congratulations for an impressive feat.
It was then that he noticed several endoskeletons walk pass, all holding what appeared to be fuel containers…and matches.
"Where are they're going exactly?" Nightmare Chica asked, her eagle like eyes, surveying their movements as the endoskeletons headed towards the hatchway.
"To destroy the car," Vincent answered swiftly, to him it was pretty what they were going to do.
"We cannot afford to leave any evidence behind, Nightmare Freddy here, would have most likely killed someone to get that car-"
"Correct," the Nightmare in question answered with a tone of satisfaction.
Vincent nonetheless continued. "And the police will be searching for it, we don't need them to be on our trail, so by burning it, any evidence would be taken by the flames." He smiled, there was a glint of confidence in his eyes. "When you've done the things that I have done, you cannot afford to make even the simplest of mistakes."
He put his hands to the back of his head and leaned back in a display of superiority. "Why do you think I am still alive, when I should be in the electric chair."
"You're a survivor, you've played the game well," Nightmare Bonnie muttered, she then smiled, her purplish blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"I have much to learn from you."
"Indeed, in fact here's lesson number one, actions have conquences, but moving back to what Nightmare Freddy was saying about attacking Chica and having Freddy get the blame," Vincent replied, gesturing in his direction. Nightmare Freddy stepped forward. "Yes, as I was saying, Chica is now a walking train wreck and Freddy is most likely isolated, so the Fazbear family's unity has been shaken."
"However," his voice suddenly went all dark and serious. "Goldie and Foxy interfered and drove me off…It would appear that Goldie also has the power to enter dreams...did you know about this?" he asked. Vincent leaned further forward, confused as to what Nightmare Freddy had just told him. "No...I never knew he had powers...I've never seen him use them for a start," he replied.
"Well either way, I properly got the result I wanted, plus I possessed Chica and told everyone how I was able to get to them due to Freddy not telling them about his encounter with me," Nightmare Freddy stated, straightening his top hat and bow tie. "Although to be fair to him, I did make it look like he had killed me, but that was to maintain the element of surprise for further use."
"Your code of conduct is very stylish N-Freddy...when do I get a go," Nightmare Chica moaned, scratching her claws along the ship's interior, making a high pitch sound which disturbed the endoskeletons, making them cover their metal ears. "When we reach our destination lassie, but if I could make one small suggestion?" Nightmare Foxy asked.
"And that is?" Vincent asked, turning and twisting the knife in his hand. "We get to kill them...with our own methods...and I consider my style to be a special feature, that's if they still bloodily conscious at that point."
"Sure...anything you want N-Foxy, we wish to bring them down, why...well because it's fun and it is much more fun now with them having lost the business, I remember when they were a big hit, the kids loved them, every single generation that was brought on was adored, the Golden Brothers, the Originals, and even the Toys to some extent," Vincent muttered, casting his mind back to older days.
He then turned to face them.
"Although, my reason for wanting to destroy the Fazbears, is much more…well...you four already know."
He appeared to look withdrawn. "Life beforehand…it is too foggy for me to recall properly," he shook his head, dismissing his thoughts "How's the child...you know, the boy who Fredbear bit?"
"Is he behaving well?"
"He's fine Vincent, he is being watched by you know who...they're keeping him...'company' in that house of his," Nightmare Bonnie answered, her voice ripped with sarcasm.
"As long as he reminds where he is, than so do we."
"And that reminds me Vincent, I think it's time we completed the chain," said Nightmare Freddy, stepping forward. Suddenly there was a massive 'VOOM!', a loud swooshing sound ripped through the air. All four Nightmares jumped into a protective stance, narrowing their eyes in a fierce panic, whilst they bared their teeth and claws, ready to strike, even though there was no actual danger.
Vincent's relaxed stance symbolized that point.
"That's just the car exploding due to the fire set by the endoskeletons," he muttered, seeing no reason to react. Then the endoskeletons emerged from the hatchway, closing it shut behind them, gone were the fuel containers and boxes of matches. Seeing that there was no immediate danger, Nightmare Freddy dropped out of his protective stance. "Anyway, I was suggesting we should bring more muscle for the upcoming fight."
The other three Nightmares all turned to look at him, their eyes lighting up with delight as the realization of what he was suggesting hit them. "Hold that thought for a second," Vincent replied, he double clicked his fingers, catching the attention of the endoskeleton in the cockpit.
"Full speed for Chicago now, make no delay," he ordered.
The engines started to increase in sound and power, as the airship lifted itself up into the sky, all the while an abandoned car was overcome with waves of ravenous flames which proceeded to burn the surrounding area to utter cinder. "You were saying?" Vincent asked, leaning back in his chair as the airship sored through the clouds, as if it was heading towards the very stars themselves.
"Well, think about it, there's Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Goldie...and then there's me, N-Bonnie, N-Chica and N-Foxy...what about Fredbear...isn't it time to level the playing field," Nightmare Freddy stated, gesturing his hands to the other Nightmares.
"We'll have an advantage with him on our side."
Vincent appeared to go into deep thought, considering the possibility.
"Nightmare Fredbear...we'll need a subject for the body...how about Goldie himself, not only will we gain a new member, but they'll also lose one and one with a lot of experience," he muttered.
"I know where they are in Chicago, just fly us there and I'll take you to them," Nightmare Freddy replied, looking more than edger to return and enact some personal payback for his defeat.
"Then if that's the case, we'll need to speak with Nightmare Fredbear himself," said Nightmare Chica. "There's a bed in the back, which you can go and lie down on, just make it quick though, we need to get ready, the operation I'll be performing will require high levels of attention...plus."
Vincent looked up at the Nightmares, his expression was now serious, they needed to listen.
"I'll need you four to not only seize him, but to also protect me, don't expect the others to sit back and do nothing, when they know that we've taken Goldie, they'll come after us."
"Well...let's not make his 'disappearance' suspicious...and who knows, perhaps events in Chicago created by the potential rift between Freddy and Chica will have made things easier for us," Nightmare Bonnie commented. "More likely made easier by the potential rift between Goldie and Springtrap to be completely honest," Nightmare Freddy added
"Perhaps matey, but either way, they're walking the plank straight to the gates of hell!" Nightmare Foxy exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
"And then we'll be there as they burn, burning in a fire, dying as the flames consumes them, we'll tear them apart, break them completely and then when the souls of the children possess something else, we'll kill that too, again and again and again, until there's nothing left!" Nightmare Chica yelled, bashing her fists against the airship's interior wall, every time she did the overhead lights flickered on and off.
"Please, don't do that," Vincent ordered, narrowing his eyes in disapproval.
"Anyway...do you all remember the deal we made before the operations?" He asked, turning his gaze to the others. "Aye laddie...we remember, ironically we have very similar goals you and I, we will devour their souls whole as the light fades away from their eyes," Nightmare Foxy exclaimed.
"Good, now that we understand the past, we can now move onto the future, which the Fazabears won't have should we succeed," Vincent replied, turning round in his chair.
"You!" He bellowed at one of the endoskeletons, making it come to attention.
"Yes sir?" It asked nervously.
"How far until Chicago?" Vincent asked. The endoskeleton stood still as it processed the data. "About five to six hours, depending on our speed."
"Good, very good," Vincent replied with a smug smile as he continued to twist the knife in his hands.
He turned round to face the others.
"I suggest you four rest, best save your strength for tomorrow, I'll be off to sleep, do what you want but don't mess with anything and leave the endoskeletons alone," he stated.
"Fine with me, I have better things to do," Nightmare Freddy replied. "Hey N-Freddy can I see what you did to Chica?" Nightmare Bonnie asked. "Can I, can I?" Nightmare Chica asked, jumping up and down in excitement. "We could all learn something from your encounters with the enemy matey," Nightmare Foxy stated.
The three of them placed her hands onto Nightmare Freddy's head and instantly appeared to go into some sort of trance.
Vincent just stared.
They were just standing there, eyes closed, not moving, smiling obliviously...it just looked strange. Vincent sighed, getting out of his chair and heading towards the cockpit for a final check to see if everything was working properly. Then the four Nightmares dropped out of their collective trance.
"Wow, you really did beat Chica to the point of death...Goldie has a history, I loved the part where you strangled him," said Nightmare Bonnie, smiling. "I wanna kill the Puppet!" Nightmare Chica demanded. "Why Freddy couldn't recall his encounter with you is beyond me!" Nightmare Foxy exclaimed.
"Well do you guys have any particular targets?" Nightmare Freddy asked, watching their reactions.
"I want Foxy, I would like to skin him alive...slowly and painfully," Nightmare Chica hissed, dragging her claws again across the airship's interior walls.
"I want Chica, she's pretty, I wonder what she looks like with nothing on!" Nightmare Foxy muttered, dragging his hook across his neck. "I want Freddy, he's tough, but soft on the inside, I would like to cut him open, tear his insides out and look into his dying eyes as I pull his heart out!" Nightmare Bonnie, shouted, pulling on her hair to symbolize her brutality.
"And you N-Freddy?" She asked, turning to face him.
"Bonnie...Freddy loves Bonnie, I want to...'have my own way' with Bonnie, but I want Freddy to watch, I want him to see me kill her, right before his eyes," Nightmare Freddy replied smoothly, his mind filling with dark sexual thoughts. "What about the Toys or Springtrap?" Nightmare Foxy asked.
"Easy, we do the same thing to them, they are young and immature, and as for Springtrap...well," Nightmare Freddy's eyes glowed with delight. "We'll just make him one of us...just like Goldie."
"And what of Balloon Boy and the Puppet?" Nightmare Bonnie asked.
"We'll strangle the Puppet with her own strings, while Balloon Boy is torn apart by your Freddy heads," Nightmare Chica replied. "And we can break Jeremy's and Mike's bones, before stuffing them inside a suit and watching them bleed to death, screaming in absolute agony for help," Nightmare Foxy added, his voice filled with sadistic joy.
"This is gonna be so much fun, it's just like Christmas!" Nightmare Bonnie giggled.
Nightmare Freddy, turned to face Nightmare Chica.
"N-Chica, you go and inform Nightmare Fredbear about our upcoming proposal, I'm sure he wouldn't miss an opportunity such as this."
"And what of the others?" she asked curiously. Nightmare Freddy thought for a moment. "Tell the little one to maintain his distance and watch from afar...as for the other one, just tell him that everything is going according to plan."
Nightmare Freddy paused to think.
"Oh yes, tell the other three to keep their eye on the child, we don't want him breaking our'arrangement'." Nightmare Chica nodded in response, before turning away and heading towards the back, where the bed was. "You two can do what you like to pass the time, I'm off to find Vincent, I wish to discuss the various stages of this operation," said Nightmare Freddy, walking off down the corridor, passing endless numbers of endoskeletons.
"And why are you so suddenly interested?" Nightmare Foxy shouted.
"It's a fantastic thing is science, wouldn't you agree with all that it's achieved," Nightmare Freddy called back.
"Yes," Nightmare Foxy muttered under his breath.
"I suppose it is, when one considers the possibilities."
"Welcome kids to Fredbear's Family Diner, home to fun and adventure."
"Well SpringBonnie, what song have we got for today?"
"Oh it's one of your favourites kids, it's the Humpey De Dumpty song, come on let's sing along."
"YAAAAA!"
"Who wants to win a free plushie!"
"ME, ME, ME, ME!"
"I hope this never ends Springs."
"Me too Goldie."
Old memories...painful memories...sad memories.
Springtrap sat on the edge of the bed, with his head in his hands, listening to the raging storm outside. The rain mixed with the ferocious wind lashed against the windows, making them rattle. He could hear the sounds of tree branches breaking, the sound of lighting flashing often within seconds of each other and the unforgettable sound of rumbling thunder, that roared like a lion.
"I hate him, he left me for no good reason."
"But he wants to right his wrongs, he's changed and you know it."
"No, he deserves whatever fate befalls him."
"You may regret saying that."
His inner angels and demons fought for supremacy...he couldn't think straight.
"Why is there all this chaos?"
"Because you truly don't hate Goldie."
"LAIR!"
"Then why did you save him on the airship...when you could have let him fall to his death?"
"You were happy to see him afterwards."
His demons fell silent.
"He's somewhere out there, alone, cold, scared, he needs you like you need him."
"I don't need anyone, I'm on my own."
"You know that isn't true."
"He left himself."
"Because you forced him to, when you hit him."
"The past hurts so much."
"You're on the edge of realising something."
"What?"
"He leaves you when you need him and now you've left him when he needed you...you two are more alike then you would like to admit."
"LAIR, NEVER, HE DESERVES TO BE ALONE!"
Springtrap reached into his pockets, when he felt something in one of them. He slowly pulled out what appeared to be a small piece of folded paper. Unfolding it to its full size revealed a photo...of him and Goldie. It had been taken during the diner's grand opening, showing him and Goldie on stage surrounded by children, with the Diner's owner, Freddy Fredbear himself between them both, giving the camera the double thumbs up.
Springtrap remembered his favourite words.
"You two are my greatest gifts to children." They all looked so happy, at the bottom of the picture was the words 4/1/74, the first of April 1974, the diner's opening day.
Springtrap ran his finger over their faces.
"Happy...days...thee happiest day."
Then he noticed wet marks on the picture and putting his hand to his face, he realised that he was crying. "You want a return to the good old days." He angrily wiped away the tears.
"I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM!"
Springtrap turned to face the window.
He got up and walked over.
He opened it, letting in all the wind and rain, which caused the whole room to rattle. Holding the picture, he slowly held his hand out of the window, the wind was raging, making the picture flab and fold uncontrollably. "I DON'T NEED YOU GOLDIE, I DON'T NEED ANYONE...I'VE BEEN ALONE FOR A VERY LONG TIME...I'M USED TO IT!"
He narrowed his eyes.
"You know if you can make a child smile, it'll brighten up their entire day."
"STOP IT!"
"We all owe our lives to Springtrap."
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"
"I will do whatever it takes to regain your trust and love, I will spend forever with you to make things right, be the family member you deserved, make up for those lost thirty seven years."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Protect your family, for the Purple Man has come a knocking."
"I HAVE NO FAMILY!"
And with that he let go of the picture.
It floated in the wind, Springtrap watched as the picture hovered in the air. Intense flashes of lighting illuminated the picture, making the eyes glow. "I still care for you Spring and I'm sorry for what happened." The lighting flashed again, hitting a nearby tree and making it catch fire, the same tree which the picture was floating towards.
"I want to make things right between us Spring." Within in instant, Springtrap reached out and grabbed the picture, pulled it inside and slammed the window shut.
He first realised two things:
One, he was breathing heavily.
Two, he was holding the picture very close to his chest, like it was a item of great importance.
"You can't hate him, you can't let go of Goldie, no matter how hard you try...you care for him and you know that he cares for you too," said his conscious.
Springtrap slowly slid down to the floor, hugging his knees. He looked at the picture which was now crumbled and creased.
Amidst the pounding rain outside, he finally admitted the truth.
"I can't let him go."
The next day
Freddy stirred in his sleeping bag, opening his eyes, he found the treehouse to be...in a relative stable condition. Obviously it was made to stand against severe storms, one of which appeared to have blown itself out in the early morning.
"Odd...normally a storm that big and loud would have woken me up, more than once," he muttered, surveying his surroundings.
The insides of the treehouse, which was just one big room with a table, a couple of chairs, a few windows and a place to sleep, showed no signs of damage. "I bet it's different outside," Freddy thought, unzipping his sleeping bag.
He stood up, walked over to the door and unlocked it. When he opened it, he saw pretty much what he expected to see.
The storm had caused several trees to fall over in the streets, it's winds having torn them away from their roots. Fences had also be blown over, allowing neighbours' dogs to run over one another's gardens. Jeremy's house looked fine, nothing had disappeared, although most of his windows were covered up by a blanket of leaves.
"Everything looks ok, the city will recover," said Freddy, observing several emergency crews, already on scene and issuing repairs along the street. Satisfied with what he saw, Freddy closed the door and sat down by the table. He leaned back, putting his feet up...thinking...thinking long and hard like he had been doing last night.
Thinking of how to defeat the Purple Guy as well as Nightmare Freddy. "Vincent did something, he created them...somehow, he wants to ruin us...Nightmare Freddy can control dreams...but those are my dreams, I'm meant to be in control."
He closed his eyes, leaning further back.
"Perhaps there's a way to take back control."
He hated Nightmare Freddy, he also hated Vincent, but he hated Nightmare Freddy even more for recent events, he had attacked the Puppet and Chica and Freddy wouldn't let him get away with it. "Now that I know how he works...perhaps I could use it against him."
Previously, he didn't know whether Nightmare Freddy was a spiritual creature, that existed in another dimension and could reach out to people in their dreams. This would be possible with Freddy and the others having only ever met Nightmare Freddy in their dreams. Yet what had happened two night with Chica being possessed changed all that, for Nightmare Freddy was an actual person in the flesh, somewhere in the world and possessed the power to enter people's dreams and control them...it would appear that nothing was beyond his reach.
Freddy had really hoped it was the former, because the latter would make Nightmare Freddy a real living threat.
Which unfortunately was true.
Worse still were his thoughts about the other Nightmares, Freddy had never meet them, but he knew that if there were four to five Nightmares, then things would take a serious turn for the worst. "Four or five Nightmares can harm four to five people at the same time, or gang up on one at once."
What Freddy feared the most however was the fact that he didn't know where Vincent or Nightmare Freddy were...far away, or very close by?
If so, when would they strike and who?
All of those questions were buzzing around in his head, with questions producing more questions not answers. Then there was a knock on the door, bringing him out of his thought bubble.
"Who is it?" He called.
"Hello Freddy, it's me Bonnie, I brought you breakfast, sorry it's toast and jam...it was all Jeremy could make for today, we're running low on supplies," she replied, sounding cheerful.
"Come in, the door's open."
A several minutes earlier.
Bonnie yawned and stretched as she sat upright. Her sleep had gone uninterrupted, despite last night's storm.
Pushing the covers off her, she got out of bed and glanced about her surroundings, searching for the mirror to examine herself. Upon finding it, hanging on the wall opposite, she went towards it and examined her features. Her swollen eye had almost faded away, the bruises she'd received during her fight with Chica had also healed, her arm however still hurt.
"Must have been twisted badly," she thought, trying to straighten it out. She sighed, as she cast her mind back to yesterday with her fight with Chica.
"Have we really sunk that low?"
She knew the answer, before she had even asked herself the question.
"Yes."
Having quickly got dressed, she headed out towards the kitchen. She ate what Jeremy had made for her and proceed to collect what he had made for Freddy.
"Sorry Bonnie, but we're running out of food, back to basics I'm afraid, Toy Freddy what's in the fridge."
"A salad bag, a pork roast, some humorous, fresh cream, half a lemon, chicken breast, oh and one jar of jam and another jar of gherkins," Toy Freddy replied, slamming the fridge door shut.
"Yeah so we need to go out and bring a few things in, any volunteers?" Jeremy asked, looking around the room.
"I'll go," said Toy Chica, standing up
"Me too," Toy Bonnie added, joining her.
"Count me in as well," said Mangle, raising her hand, to which Jeremy smiled.
"Well, I didn't expect three to volunteer, but the more the merrier, the shops are in the centre of Chicago, so you should use the bus stop at the end of the street and bypass three stops, get off at the fourth and the mall should be straight ahead of you."
Bonnie picked up the plate of food and left the kitchen.
She opened the front door and headed round back towards the treehouse.
"I hope Freddy slept ok, I wonder how he's doing?" She thought.
Upon reaching the treehouse, she placed the plate in the basket and reached up, grabbing onto the nearest wooden plank.
"BONNIE WAIT!"
Bonnie turned round and saw much to her complete surprise, Chica and Foxy running towards her. "Chica, Foxy, what are you doing here?" she asked, stunned to see them here of all places. Yet Chica merely flung her arms around Bonnie, her impact causing Bonnie stumble backwards. "OH BONNIE, I'M SO SORRY!" Chica sobbed, burying her head into Bonnie's chest.
"I'M SORRY I HIT YOU AND I'M SORRY THAT I CALLED YOU A SLUT!"
Bonnie hugged her back, recovering her balance.
"Shh, it's ok, I'm sorry too Chica, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch and for hitting you."
"We both acted out of place."
Chica kept on crying, keeping her grip on Bonnie. "Things haven't been right between us, so I want to fix things, make amends," she wept. "I want us to start over, we don't need to fight and I'll admit from here on out that I was a complete bitch."
"Bonnie, I'm sorry for insulting your love for Freddy, I've been a bad pirate," Foxy stated, pausing to catch his breath as he finally caught up with Chica.
"Can you forgive me lassie?" He asked, getting down on his knees and holding his hands out.
Bonnie just smiled.
She grabbed Foxy by the hand and pulled him up into a hug. "I forgive both of you, and I'm sorry Foxy for making a homosexual reference to you being a pirate, we all got carried away," she said warmly. Chica wiped away her tears as she continued to hold onto Bonnie. "We came to forgive Freddy, I never wanted our family to fall apart, but I was just so angry."
"Family is all we have in the end," Foxy added, equally mournful. "I'm glad you decided to forgive Freddy, I know events have recently been tough especially with you Chica, but do you both wish to put this all behind us and start over?" Bonnie asked, looking from one face to the next.
Both Chica and Foxy slowly nodded.
"Great, come on, Freddy's up here, I'll go first, steady your grip, it's quite a climb," Bonnie stated, smiling, she had never felt so relieved in recent years and to think this morning, things had looked bleak. He grabbed hold of the first plank and started to climb, Chica and Foxy followed on after her.
Upon reaching the top, Bonnie used the pulley system to pull the basket carrying Freddy's breakfast up. She then put her fingers to her lips. "I'll go in first, I don't know how he'll take it," she whispered. "I'm sure he'll be very happy to hear what we got to say," Chica whispered back, smiling.
"Well, here goes nothing," Foxy whispered.
Bonnie turned and with one hand, knocked on the door.
Back to present time.
Freddy heard the treehouse door open.
"Hey Bonnie, how did you sleep?" He asked, without turning round. "Fine, surprised I slept through it all, you?" She asked, setting the plate of food down on the table.
"Slept like a baby, didn't wake up once," Freddy replied casually as he turned to face her.
"I've been thinking about how we could stop Nightmare Freddy, regain control of our dreams and use them against him."
He sat up straight.
"The only one who can intervene is Goldie and I want to go out and find him..."
He sighed, lowering his head. "But I can't do that on my own, not without the others." He looked up at Bonnie. "How are the others?" He asked
"Well the Toys have forgiven you, including Balloon Boy and the Puppet, they even went out and got Mike and Jeremy to forgive you," Bonnie replied, smiling. "I'll thank them for that, I'm sorry for snapping at Balloon Boy, I didn't mean to get so angry," said Freddy, leaning his head back against the chair.
"What about...the other two, Chica and Foxy?"
Bonnie was about to speak, but Freddy raised his hand to stop her. "I know what your about to say Bonnie, they still hate me...I understand, if I had told someone beforehand, what happened to Chica could have been averted...poor girl, I could say the same thing for Foxy, someone who we both care about was hurt...under my watch, I should have remembered...I'm getting old, even though I hardly look it."
"Well Freddy, you see-"
"Nightmare Freddy is an even bigger threat than the Purple Guy is, God so help me, if he dare tries to harm Chica, Foxy or even you, I will break him-"
"Freddy!" Bonnie shouted, firmly grabbing him by the shoulders.
That caught his attention. "You say Chica and Foxy still hate you...well, you might be wrong there," said Bonnie, tilting her head towards the treehouse door.
Freddy turned round...
There in the open doorway stood Foxy and Chica.
"Hi Freddy," Chica said waving.
"How are you doing captain?" Foxy asked warmly, also waving his hook.
They both smiled.
Freddy didn't say anything, he pushed back his chair and slowly stood up, still facing them. "What are you two doing here?" He asked, clearly confused. Chica stepped forward, with her hands clasped together. "We came to forgive you Freddy, I forgive you, I know you're not one to make mistakes, your my friend, a part of my family...not my enemy, that place is reversed for a certain Freddy, not you."
She then hugged him, much to Freddy's surprise.
"I forgive you Freddy."
"Captain, I forgive you too, for not remembering to tell us, it's that Nightmare Freddy whose the real villain, he inflicted the actual damage, I hate his guts and would gladly join with you to hunt him down on the high seas," Foxy stated, walking forward and raising his hook as a gesture of friendship.
Freddy just looked shocked and confused, how could this be happening?
"Freddy...you do know what Chica and Foxy are saying, right?" Bonnie asked.
"I do, but...I never expected for them to forgive me so easily," Freddy replied.
He looked at both Foxy and Chica who merely smiled back.
"So…you two don't hate me…right?"
"Well, I am still a little mad, but no I don't hate you and I am sorry for hurting you Freddy," Chica answered, still hugging him tightly. "I don't hate you Freddy, I was angry of course, but I know you're not one to directly make mistakes," Foxy added.
"Captain?" he asked, holding out his hook.
"Permission to rejoin the crew?"
Slowly a smile appeared on Freddy's lips. "Permission granted Foxy," he said, pulling Foxy into a hug.
"Come on Bonnie, join the crew," Chica laughed, grabbing hold of Bonnie's hand and pulling her into the circle. "I thought it would take longer for you to forgive me, what changed your minds?' Freddy asked. "Just thank Puppet, she convinced us, helped us to see why we should forgive you...a part of us actually wanted to, but it was smothered by anger" Foxy replied.
"We're sorry for the all the pain we caused you Freddy, I also want to apologize for hitting Bonnie earlier, we got into a fight."
"Fight, what fight?" Freddy asked, looking at both Bonnie and Chica. "Well, I went and try to have a talk with them about forgiving you and it didn't go so well, basically me and Chica got into an insulting match and it came to blows...big blows," Bonnie answered. "Freddy, I took no part in their squabble," Foxy stated. "No you ran for the kitchen and never looked back," Chica added, to which Freddy laughed, much too Foxy's annoyance.
"Some fierce pirate you are," Freddy stated. "A pirate who knows when to fight and flee, lives the longest, its common sense," Foxy replied with narrowed eyes. "Well, I'm just glad we're putting all this chaos behind us," said Freddy, looking very relieved. "Plus you can return to the house, although you could have returned last night," Bonnie replied.
"Well sleeping in the house would have be better than living in this place, it gets cold at night," Freddy stated.
"Oh and just one more thing, you don't have to look out for us anymore Freddy, you're the leader, but we can look out for ourselves...it'll take a lot off your mind, you did say you've been finding things hard recently," said Chica, smiling. "We'll share the load captain, after all that's what families do," Foxy added, grinning like monkey. "I'm so glad this standoff is over, let's go and break the news to everyone!" Bonnie exclaimed, dragging everyone out of the group hug and towards to the door.
"Wait, where are Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica and Mangle going?" Freddy asked, seeing the three of them walking off down the street.
"They're out to go shopping, Jeremy say we're running low on food and they all volunteered to go," Chica answered.
"When they come back, I want to organise everyone into search parties, we're gonna find Goldie, he shouldn't be out there, especially when we don't know where our enemies are," said Freddy.
"I agree, we should find him, we owe a lot to him," Bonnie added.
"Goldie has lied to us about his past, but after some intense thinking, I realise he did it because he wanted to protect us from the pain and suffering that went on in FredBear's Family Diner," Freddy replied. "We all heard the argument the night before, it wasn't really Goldie's fault, he and Springtrap were both victims of the Purple Man's actions, they both reacted differently to the event, Springtrap broke down, while Goldie went into denial," Chica added, to which the others all nodded in agreement.
"Aye, when we find Goldie, we must try to get him and Springtrap to reconcile and put aside their differences and past hatreds, we've done that in the past five minutes," Foxy stated.
"We can't make Spring and Goldie put aside their differences, only they can do that and besides, what divides them goes a lot deeper than our differences," Bonnie argued.
"But what I'm saying is that the Purple Man and his bastard Nightmare friends, if there is more than one, will stop at nothing to destroy us, we cannot be divided, we will fall, the Fazabear name will be blacken forever, the business will never be restarted and we'll never get justice for the eleven children whom Purple Man killed, we couldn't save them, but God dammit we'll do our best to average them!" Foxy exclaimed, waving his hook in the air.
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica just stared at him, surprised by his words.
"Wow Foxy, I never knew you have a thing with words," said Freddy.
"I don't always speak sailor talk," Foxy replied, folding his arms and looking all high and mighty.
"Actually, I haven't heard you speak sailor talk for months," Chica stated.
"Well my dear land lovers, perhaps being out of pirate's cove has changed my tongue," Foxy retorted, smiling.
"Then let's go and inform every one of our reunion and plan, come on guys, it's Fazbear's or bust!" Freddy shouted, as he started to climb down the ladder, with the others following him.
"FAZBEAR'S OR BUST!" They shouted.
An hour so earlier on the outskirts of Chicago…
"Ok, that's the last of them Dave, should get them shipped off to the center for redistribution by noon, if the traffic is feeling merciful," a man said, closing the back of his van up.
"That's great Chris, we've got enough computers here to maintain a steady supply for this week, but can't make any promises for next week though, prices come and go," another man replied, standing at the wide entrance to a massive warehouse, several meters away.
He then turned to look back further into the warehouse. "Hey Julie, can you get the crane ready again, we'll need to bring down the Apple Macs for tomorrow, several local stores have requested for a resupply."
"Sure thing, making the needed changes now, hey where's Charlie and the others, I see George and Frank managing the coms in the tower."
"Properly heading to the staff room, it's nearly lunch break after all," Dave called back. From where he was, he could see endless stacked rows of IT items lining from end of the warehouse to the other, all packed away in boxes for safety. On the upper right side, was the inbuilt com room, making it the perfect vantage point to oversee the whole operation.
Running out from the end of the com room was a metal walkway which led to the warehouse's second floor, that being a series of IT and company offices. Built into the upper left side was a small operational moveable crane, in which Julie sat. The crane itself could move anywhere it liked to gain access to the massive amounts of stored items which the warehouse housed.
On the lower left side was a doorway, leading towards several supply rooms and a large social area to accommodate the warehouse's reasonably sized workforce. And finally, at the far back was the entrance to the backrooms, often used as wreck rooms for any unusable items which were in the process of being sent to the tip.
Also, it acted as a fire exit in case of any emergency.
"Ok Frank, can you tell the others to come back, we need the extra manpower to bring these macs down," Dave asked, signaling to the guy in question. "Sure thing Dave, just give me a minute to bring them round," the man replied from within the com room, before he turned to use the intercom, summoning all personal to the requested area.
Dave turned in Chris's direction.
"Hey Chris, can you lend a hand for a minute?"
"Sure, just let me lock this up first," he replied, opening up the back of the van to check the van's contents for last time. "Ok, join us when you can, just make sure that she's locked up good, can't have any thieves getting in," was Dave's response.
He left as Chris counted down the last of the items.
Seeing that everything was in its place, he closed the back doors and locked them shut.
"It's…not…easy having yourself a good time!"
"Greasing up those bets and betters."
"Watching out they don't four-letter."
"Fuck and kiss you both at the same time."
"Smells like something I've forgotten, curled up died and now it's rotten!"
Well…he would have locked them shut, had he not noticed the figure to his immediate left.
He turned and saw…a man, yes, a man standing next to him, leaning against his van doors with a charismatic smile on his face. His eyes were that of a menacing dark red, plus his appearance seemed quite odd, the clothing was rugged and tattered. The black top hat which he wore had obviously seen better days.
Plus, his teeth were not human, more like the teeth you would find on a wolf, all jagged and sharp. Finally, his hands, one was resting against the van door and the other hung loosely by his side, once again, they were not human, more claw like. The man's overall appearance was strange, not normal for this day and age.
"Hello there, do you happen to need this particular van?" he asked, his voice was youthful, charismatic and smooth.
"My friends and I are seeking transportation across the city, can we join you please?"
"Errr…are you dressing up for Halloween or something, because your four months early mate," Chris chuckled, turning to lock his van up. The man's smile vanished to be replaced with a frown, clearly, he didn't like to be insulted.
Chris continued regardless.
"Sorry, but this van here is company property, if you want a ride, then go out into the city center and you'll find a taxi rank to make use of."
The man learned in closer, quickly adopting a more threatening posture.
"We. Need. A. Ride…Sir." he stressed through gritted teeth.
"We can pay in hard cash right now if you like?"
"I'm not a gangster tonight."
"Don't want to be a bad guy."
"I'm just a loner baby."
"And now you got in my way!"
But Chris merely waved his hand at him, dismissing his claim as he shoved his keys into his trouser pocket.
"Sorry, I can't help you."
Then a thought raced through his head and one with a very good reason to exist. "Just how did you get in here by the way?" He then turned towards the warehouse entrance to find Dave. "Hey Dave, can you check with the security guards for-"
Suddenly he was grabbed hold of from behind, a claw grabbed his shoulder whilst another came around from the other side and with one quick motion, it slit his throat wide open. Blood spurted out of the now exposed arteries, as Chris fell forward onto his knees, clutching his throat as blood flow out so fast it was like a raging river.
"I can't decide, whether you should live or die."
"Oh, you'll probably go to heaven..."
"Please don't hang your head and cry, no wonder why."
"My heart feels dead inside."
"It's cold and hard and petrified."
"Lock the doors and close the blinds."
"We're going for a ride."
The man reached into his trouser pocket and received the keys to the van.
"I did ask nicely, but we need your van…for uses which do not concern you," he said smugly, inspecting his keys more closely in detail as Chris lay on the ground bleeding to death.
A pool of blood soon collected around him, leaving the stranger triumphant.
Then a new sound rippled through the surrounding air, a new voice.
"Hey Chris, are you coming or-"
The figure turned to face the new sound, sharply coming eye to eye with another man, some distance away by the warehouse entrance. The man was clearly speaking, but the sight which met his eyes had silenced his voice to utter shock. There was Chris, lying dead on the ground in a pool of blood with a stranger standing above him, holding the keys to his van.
Seconds passed as the two men stared at each other, but it felt like an eternity.
"Oh…oh my God, you…what did you do to him!" the man raged, his aggression sparking some motion back into his body. The figure's eyes or rather the eyes which belonged to Nightmare Freddy widen in uncertainty, he was not expecting things to get this complex so quick.
There was no answer which he could give to justify why he did what he did, but then again, he didn't really care.
"Just great…" he muttered under his breath.
"Now we have to improvise."
At the mere moment, he mentioned the word 'improvise', he felt something or 'somethings' move beneath his suit, shifting away under the seams.
It or rather 'they' sensed an opportunity to act.
"No…not now, wait until I give the signal." he whispered and the movement stopped almost instantly. "He wouldn't give me a ride and things got a little out of hand," he replied, answering the man's question. He then stepped forward, with a new mission in mind.
"Can you promise to keep your mouth shut about this?" he asked, eyeing the man with renewed interest. The man, Dave as he was called was unable to amount any other response apart from dismay.
"You killed him!"
Nightmare Freddy rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. "Yes I know that, but seeing how you are an active talker, we cannot afford for word of this incident to get out."
Then a new voice entered the conversation.
"Sorry honey, but we cannot have any witnesses."
Dave turned to his left to see a woman, she looked young, but her appearance matched the same quality as that of the man.
Roughed, tattered and old.
She wore a murky purple dress with an equal colored skirt and glossy bluish-purple hair. Her eyes were also a bluish-purple, but they held a cold and somewhat delightful expression. She looked like a woman who enjoyed the sensation of danger and her claw like hands were a good indication.
"It'll only hurt for a moment," she said, smiling as she twirled with her loose hair strands between her fingers as she approached. "It's just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time mate, Davy Jones himself would understand such terrible misfortune." Dave's eyes turned to his right, to see another man walking up, but this one was clearly dressed up in a shabby pirate's costume.
His brown reddish eyes held a deep-seated hunger, an expression of anticipation for blood and his reddish brown hair glowed in the summer sunlight. Plus, the hook which he wore, looked sharp, more than capable of doing extensive damage to someone.
Before Dave could comment on the developing situation, another voice entered the fray.
"Well, looks like we'll get some exercise after all, right boys!"
Turning to look even further right, Dave spotted another female entering onto the scene, this one had dirty yellow hair, bright orange yellowish eyes with a look of excitement and joy, but not for anything positive. Her clothes were almost the same as the ones wore by the first female, a faded out yellow dress and skirt with some minor differences. Her teeth were jagged and sharp…wait…did she have three rows of teeth in that mouth of hers?
And that thing resting on her shoulder, was that…..a cupcake?
A murky pinkish cupcake with a candle on top with dull orange eyes and some sharp teeth of its own to match that of its owner.
"What…how the…how the hell did you four get past security?"
"Well, we had an argument with them over entry rights, and…they didn't get off well because of it."
The second female smiled, revealing her full three sets of teeth.
"Needless to say, they are already dead."
"What the fuck!" Dave exclaimed, unable to believe what he was hearing. "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!" he yelled, raising his voice so that the others inside would hear and come out to help. "Hey Dave, is something wrong, what's happening out there?" several voices called from somewhere further inside the building.
"Oh…you really shouldn't have brought your friends into it," the male pirate lookalike sneered. "Well," the first female began, with a delightful tone. "Let's be honest, we kind of wanted him to do that, it gives us an excuse."
"To do what exactly?" Dave asked, although he already had an number of guesses in mind. The first male smiled as he started to move forward. "To satisfy our unholy inhuman needs," he answered, smirking like a Cheshire Cat. The other three followed his lead, advancing on Dave, who to no surprise began to back away. Then a blonde haired middle aged woman came out from behind Dave, unaware of what was transpiring.
"Hey Dave, what is, something of interest and is Chris coming in-"
Dave suddenly turned and pushed her away, back inside the building.
"CHRIS IS DEAD, CLARE LOCK THE DOORS, ACTIVE THE LOCKDOWN NOW!"
"What the, wait Dave, what the hell is going on?" she asked fiercely not liking the sensation of being forcefully pushed back. Then she saw Chris, lying down on the ground outside in a blood of his own blood, with even more still oozing out his throat. And then her eyes flickered onto the four newcomers, she hadn't seen anything like them before, judging by their menacing appearances and Dave's panicked stricken reaction, they were bad news and a threat.
"Fuck!" she muttered under her breath as she grabbed hold of Dave's arm and pulled him along, breaking into a sprint.
But not before she smashed her hand against the glass covered lockdown button, instantly flashing red lights came on and warning sirens began to sound. They rang throughout the entire building, catching everyone off guard as it was the first time that the lockdown had been activated.
Suddenly the main metal shutters began to fall, quickly narrowing the entrance.
The Nightmares ran forward, aiming to close the gap between them and the warehouse entrance, then to get inside before they were locked out.
They only just made it, having either to dive or roll their way inside, with Nightmare Chica swiftly turning round and grabbing hold of her cupcake. which had lost its grip and pulling it inside, just as the shutters hit the floor with a deafening clang.
Kind of like Indiana Jones with him constantly nearly losing his hat in every adventure.
"Well shit, this isn't what we wanted," Nightmare Bonnie muttered, picking herself up off the floor.
"This is will just delay us from our main objective."
She turned to face Nightmare Freddy, who was dusting himself down. "You should have just dragged him behind the van and killed him there and then."
"Sorry, but we all agreed to attempt cooperation to get to our objective, to ensure that we could move unseen and without suspicion," Nightmare Freddy replied, straightening his top hat.
"Oh well, at least we get to enjoy ourselves and besides…"
Nightmare Chica placed her cupcake back on her shoulder as she spoke. "We cannot have any witnesses, the last thing we need is unwanted attention."
"So, we got ourselves into this mess and we will crave a blood-soaked path out of it."
"Aye lassie, it'll be good to vent some steam and prevent us from being followed," Nightmare Foxy stated, agreeing with Nightmare Chica's point of view.
"They've done nothing wrong, but it can't be helped."
Nightmare Bonnie then groaned.
"Oh, please don't tell me that now you're going soft."
Nightmare Foxy turned in her direction and gave her a sadistic grin. "Hardly N-Bonnie dear, but even I can see the innocence of their position, not that it will prevent me for satisfying my 'needs'."
Noises and the sounds of raised voices could be heard from somewhere ahead of them unseen.
"Well, let's get this over and done with, I'm sure Vincent will understand the reason for our delay, but oh well," Nightmare Freddy said, eyeing the doorway ahead of them, having been locked and barred shut in a manner that spoke of utter desperation. "Finally, time for some real sport!" Nightmare Foxy roared, getting into an aggressive pose ready to pounce like a tiger.
Together they proceeded to grab hold of the two door handles and pulled with their combined strength.
Soon metallic groaning filled the air as the door began to buckle and the lock became strained under the pressure.
"GUYS, WE NEED TO INFORM THE POLICE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, THERE IS A GROUP OF DANGEROUS PEOPLE OUTSIDE AND THEY'VE JUST MURDERED CHRIS!" Dave shouted, waving his hands to get everyone's attention. Needless to say, everyone was unsure of what was exactly going on, but they couldn't deny the seriousness in Dave's voice. Many were just going about their daily tasks, confused with their co-worker's words or that a new reality had now dawned.
"IS THIS FOR REAL GUYS!" Julie shouted, leaning out of the crane window to get a better look. "EVERYONE NEEDS TO FOLLOW PROTOCALL AND HEAD TOWARDS THEIR REPSPECTIVE SAFEROOMS!" Clare yelled, cupping her hands over her mouth to funnel her voice to all four corners of the room.
Frank and George who were situated in the coms room, already took her words to heart by means of the intercom. "CAN EVERYONE PLEASE EVACUATE THE MAIN AREA FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY AND FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS!"
"AND THEN INFORM THE POLICE OF OUR SITUATION, CALL 911!"
"Who are these people?" one man asked.
"What do they want from us?" a woman asked, as everyone started to make their way towards the rear doors and away from the main entrance.
"God only knows," another one muttered under her breath.
"Well I think that-"
A loud deafening, metallic clang of something metal slamming into the walls erupted from somewhere behind them.
"Was that…the front doors?" Dave asked as everyone stopped and stared at the sound, even those in the com room who were in the process of leaving their seats had stopped in min motion to check out the noise. "Yeah, but we both locked and bolted them shut…" Clare stuttered, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Right?"
Footsteps came, filling the air with a deep sense of foreboding, making anyone nearby feel uneasy.
"It's a bitch convincing people to like you."
"If I stop now call me a quitter."
"If lies were cats you'd be a litter."
"Pleasing everyone isn't like you…"
"Dancing jigs until I'm crippled."
"Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled."
Then came an array of voices, four to be precise as almost immediately four sets of shadows appeared from around the corner.
"Told you guys that you needed to pull it apart so I could detach the lock."
"Fine, you win, but I am still surprised that you found the space to perform such a move."
"They know that we're here, best be quick now."
"But not without our 'fun'."
Four figures entered the room, walking in side by side.
Judging by the shocked expressions of both Dave and Clare, these were the four newcomers who had killed Chris. Unfortunately no one had any guns on them to use, otherwise they would have surely done so.
"THAT'S HIM, THE ONE IN THE SUIT AND WEARING THE TOP HAT, HE KILLED CHRIS" Dave screamed, his eyes widen in terror and anger as he pointed straight at the culprit.
Nightmare Chica rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Trust you to get all the attention N-Freddy," she scoffed.
"Well, what can I say," Nightmare Freddy replied, chuckling at her expression.
"I am a likable guy."
"As if," Nightmare Chica muttered scornfully, eyeing out multiple targets.
"SOMEONE RESTRAIN THEM, RESTRAIN THEM NOW!"
"I've got to hand it to you."
"You've played by all the same rules."
"It takes the truth to fool me and now you've made me angry!"
Instantly several groups of men advanced on them, aiming to pin them to the floor and hold them there until the police turned up.
Immediately it was a bloodbath, as all four Nightmares leapt into action.
Nightmare Bonnie with her claws sliced across three men's throats in quick succession, cutting them wide open and allowing blood to spill violently all over the floor. She smiled at their stunned expressions as death quickly claimed them.
Then she turned on the other two, driving one set of her claws into one's guts and then splitting him wide open, tearing his insides out. And with the last one, she ripped his entire face off with her teeth, digging into the skin and pulling back sharply, fatally damaging him as he fell to the floor like the others had done before him.
Nightmare Foxy tore away at one men's chest with his hook, splitting open various veins and arteries, resulting in instant blood loss and death. Then with his hook once more, he jammed it right into another man's eye, crushing his socket as he pushed the hook right into his brain. With his claw, he swiped another man across the eyes, blinding him, before slicing his throat open and letting the blood spill out like a river.
And finally, with his fangs, he did what Nightmare Bonnie had proceeded to do, clamping down on their heads and crushing them until their respective skulls burst.
Nightmare Chica had also used her claws to slash away at those trying to restrain her, ripping them open, maiming them or just simply killing them by slitting their throats. In one case, she just grabbed hold of a man's neck and using her adrenaline-fueled strength, snapped it, killing him instantly. Her cupcake took immense delight in attacking various people, snapping at them with its jaws.
Of course, no one could compete with the three rowed jaws of Nightmare Chica, as she proceeded to rip multiple faces off, like one does when separating chicken skin from the meat.
Nightmare Freddy used a slightly different tactic, he instead unleashed his three Freddy Heads when the men got in close, launching them out of various parts of his suit. Mouths wide open with their fangs on display as they soar straight into the men's faces, it was the last thing they ever saw. With three men already down, Nightmare Freddy just slashed away at the other two with his claws, sending them both to the floor, clutching their throats as blood poured out like a bubbling foundation.
In what took thirty seconds, twenty men lay dead on the floor before a host of shell shocked eyes.
"I can't decide, whether you should live or die."
"Oh, you'll probably go to heaven…"
"Please don't hang your head and cry, no wonder why."
"My heart feels dead inside."
"It's cold and hard and petrified."
"Lock the doors and close the blinds."
"We're going for a ride."
The four strangers stood triumphant amidst the carnage as a numbing silence settled in.
"So…does anyone else want to be a hero?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, wiping the blood off her teeth.
No response…just silence.
But then the realization eventually dawned on some people.
Several women screamed, clearly grieving as they clutched their heads in shock.
"OH, MY GOD, THEY JUST KILLED THEM!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!"
Several got down on their knees and started to beg for mercy.
"PLEASE…DON'T KILL US!"
The Nightmares didn't answer any of their questions, instead they took the opportunity to look around the room, eyeing out the different entry and exit points, including the mobile crane and the inbuilt com room. But the balance of power was clear for all to see and the Nightmares loved the feel of it…being the one in charge.
Even though they knew that they couldn't linger here for long, they decided to drag things out, to see how far they could go. "Look at you, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, although given how the situation currently stands I'm not so surprised," Nightmare Freddy stated, speaking like a great poet, as his Freddy Heads slithered around like guard dogs.
He stepped forward, as he did the crowd of people backed away.
"Please don't run, doing so will only force me to kill you and we are very fast on our feet." The crowd stopped in mid movement, but Nightmare Freddy continued to approach them.
"The only reason you are still alive is because someone else decided that you should live."
His footsteps were deep and foreboding, heralding bad things to come.
He then stopped and bowed before the crowd who looked at the newcomer in fear and confusion.
"And we are your judges."
"So, kneel before us and accept our judgement," he stated firmly, folding his arms.
A lone Freddy head slithered out from behind his neck and positioned itself on his shoulder. With its dark red eyes, it glared at the stunned crowd of people, with a brewing sense of confidence as it snarled. But no one kneeled before them, admittedly a few people had previously got down on their knees to beg for mercy, but now they stood side by side with their co-workers.
"Bow…we hold the upper hand here," Nightmare Chica hissed through gritted teeth.
"Can't you all see that?"
"KNEEL NOW, YOU FUCKING LAND LUDDERS!" Nightmare Foxy yelled, brandishing his hook, his eyes were narrowed with frustration as the crowd remained motionless.
"OR ELSE!"
Nightmare Bonnie was next, but no outburst or speech came from her. In fact, she wasn't standing next to the others, she had completely vanished from view.
However, her location was soon discovered by two loud blood curdling screams of pain and fear.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Instantly most people looked up at the coms room to see the windows become splattered in blood stains and gore.
Frank and George were dead as something smashed the windows out from the inside, and low and behold, Nightmare Bonnie emerged from the chaos with her clothes covered in blood. She smiled devilishly as she leapt out of the windows and landed on the floor with a defiant thud, sending a shockwave through the ground.
"Kneel before us…or else," she growled, although her tone wasn't animalistic, but rather one of bemused delight, she looked more on the side of crazy than angry given her appearance. Everyone kneeled in a form of surrender as Nightmare Freddy resumed in walking forward with Nightmares Foxy and Chica flanking the crowd to prevent anyone from attempting to leave.
As he neared them, he spied out Dave amongst them.
Within an instant, Nightmare Freddy was before him and proceeded to grab hold of the man's throat before he could react. Immediately everyone else backed off, some attempted to help, but a mere glare of aggression from the Freddy Head made them think otherwise.
Then the other two heads emerged, slithering out of the Nightmare's sleeve, coiling their way forward, as Nightmare Freddy held Dave in his grip. If anyone wanted to run, then now was their chance, but of course Nightmares Bonnie, Chica and Foxy refused to let them escape by aggressively growling them back into line, with the visible threat of death should they disobey.
"Have you ever seen…Alien…David?" Nightmare Freddy asked, glazing in the man's eyes
"Pardon?" Dave croaked as he tried to loosen the Nightmare's grip around his throat. "The film series with those killer aliens, neomorphs I think they were called, quite famous and iconic, isn't it?"
"What's your point?"
"The scene when the chest buster forces its way out of the man's chest in a violent manner is terrifying, makes your skin crawl and it buries itself into your collective memory."
The Nightmare paused momentary to glance across at the crowd, examining their confused and terrified expressions. "The idea of something foreign growing inside you, amidst your soft organs and then tearing its way out of your body as you convulse and shriek in sheer agony as you know that you are dying, but there's nothing you can do to prevent it."
"Where is…this going…exactly?" Dave asked, gasping for breath, his question making the Nightmare look down at him, it smiled.
"Just ask them…"
The 'them' which he referred to were his Freddy Heads, as they moved down Nightmare Freddy's arm towards David with their sinister smiles foreshadowing something rather nasty.
"Well lassies and gentlemen…" Nightmare Foxy began, sounding very graceful suddenly, taking the stunned crowd's attention away from the interaction between David and Nightmare Freddy.
"We've just killed…what…twenty guys and do we think that you'll keep your mouths shut about this…'unfortunate incident'?"
It was their collective plan overall to remove any witnesses who were unfortunate enough to wander into their path.
"Oh, I could throw you in the lake, or feed you poisoned birthday cake."
"I won't deny, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone."
"Oh I could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping."
He grinned as he eyed them all with a murderous expression, foreseeing what was to come…the spilling of blood.
"That's why…"
Immediately the outcome of this encounter dawned on everyone as they turned and ran, seeking cover and safety, the Nightmares didn't even attempt to stop them from trying to escape.
"I can't decide, whether you should live or die."
"Oh, you'll probably go to heaven..."
"Please don't hang your head and cry, no wonder why."
"My heart feels dead inside."
"It's cold and hard and petrified."
"Lock the doors and close the blinds."
"We're going for a ride..."
"Let's get this over and done with, time isn't on our side today, but let's be thorough," Nightmare Freddy stated, removing his grip from David's throat, leaving the man to his meet his fate at the hands of his Freddy Heads.
He watched the fleeing horde of people with a ravenous intent, there were about thirty to forty of them at best. "Remember, we cannot afford to leave any witness behind, if we wish to maintain the element of surprise."
What transpired next was a nothing short of a complete and total blood-soaked massacre…
Yes the Nightmares are bloodthirsty and I thought that the Alien Film Series deserved to make a cameo in this chapter, we can all guess what happened to poor David.
I've got a good idea of how to follow this chapter up.
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