Hey all, the reason as to why there's suddenly a new chapter so quickly after the last one is because I'll be off for several days and I'm unsure if I'll be able to upload on time, so this should cover it.
I wrote it quickly after the last the chapter in advance.
No song in this chapter I'm afraid, maybe next time though, but either way enjoy :-) .
Chess pieces start to move...
Chapter 15.
The Not So 'Great Escape'!
"But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom."
Cynthia Rylant
An hour later…
Somewhere through the busy compacted inner-city roads of Chicago, a black van struggled to make its way through the crowded compacted streets.
A clearly annoyed Nightmare Chica, sat in the front passenger seat, as Nightmare Freddy steadily turned the steering wheel in his efforts to combat the Chicago traffic as the van rocked gently from side to side.
"So...this is Chicago, doesn't look classy in the slightest," Nightmare Chica muttered, with her arms folded.
"The wealthy parts do," Nightmare Freddy replied, as the van crawled along the road.
"So, where's Goldie and the others?" Nightmare Chica asked, turning to face him.
Sometime around 9am, Vincent had dropped them off just outside Chicago's city limits, but they didn't have any means of transportation to get to their destination.
One could ask the question why Vincent didn't just drop them off near the Fazbear's home and make things easier.
In fact, they did ask that particular question, and Vincent's reply was that he simply didn't wish to attract any unwanted attention from the local law enforcement.
For years he had worked off the grid and he wasn't willing to fall under any spotlight.
Hence why the Nightmares had been trying to get a ride at a local warehouse and that attempt didn't go so well.
Many people died in that warehouse, lots of manning, the spilling of blood and deaths.
An entire workforce of forty people had vanished off the face of the earth within half an hour, along with any mention of their presence, camera footage and audio recordings… all gone…somehow.
And Dave got the ultimate pleasure of having two Freddy Heads force their way down his throat, into his stomach and having them burst out of his chest like the iconic chest burster off Alien.
Just because Nightmare Freddy was curious to seeing the iconic scene firsthand.
Having finished with their 'detour', they acquired use of the van which they had initially hoped to use and set out for their destination.
Should anyone look into the matter, then they wouldn't find anything which would lead them to the culprits.
But they would find a lot of bodies…if they looked hard enough, the Nightmares were thorough in their clean up.
Seeing how Nightmare Chica had asked, Nightmare Freddy responded to her question.
"Goldie and the others are in a house somewhere in the outer suburbs, but we need to go through the city centre in order to reach them," he stated, keeping an eye on several traffic lights.
Learning how to drive was actually quite easy, once you understood the basics, never mind the theory exam.
"Can't we just walk there and avoid the traffic?" Nightmare Bonnie called from the back, which was separated by a wall, save for a small opening which acted as a window.
"And how are we supposed to get Goldie, all tied up through the city streets, back to the meeting point without attracting any attention?" Nightmare Foxy asked her, who was also in the back of the van.
"My point precisely N-Foxy, we can't, but I do know that Goldie will be on the top floor with Springtrap, so we break in through the top windows, N-Chica and I will take out Springtrap, N-Bonnie and N-Foxy you seize Goldie, blindfold him and tied him up, then we throw him in the van and take off."
He turned to round to face Nightmares Bonnie and Foxy.
"We don't kill him or cause him any serious harm, remember we're doing this for Nightmare Fredbear, he needs the body."
"I've already spoke with Nightmare Fredbear, he's more than pleased with the idea, the other guy is happy with what's happened so far, and the other three are just waiting for their turn…rather impatiently though," Nightmare Chica stated plainly.
"And the little guy?" Nightmare Freddy asked, turning to face her.
She smiled.
"He's still keeping an eye on the child, he likes the grandma footsteps game, you know the one that involves the chair, the flashlight and a timer."
"He always insists we play that game, it's fucking boring," Nightmare Foxy moaned.
"Well this task is different and involves teamwork, so enjoy," Nightmare Freddy replied, turning at a junction.
"So, did our last occupation," Nightmare Foxy muttered, although Nightmare Freddy didn't hear him.
But when they turned down a new road, it was blocked with traffic as far as the eye could see and wouldn't be moving for quite some time.
"I told you three we should get out and walk, but you guys said 'nooooo', driving through the centre of the city in rush hour traffic would be so much faster," Nightmare Bonnie sarcastically moaned.
"I wasn't expecting rush hour traffic," Nightmare Freddy hissed, through gritted teeth.
"It's nine in the morning, what were you expecting, that the streets would be completely empty, bullshit!" Nightmare Bonnie stated.
She rested herself against the van's inner wall and pouted heavily.
"I seriously suggest that we should just bail and walk."
Nightmare Freddy narrowed his eyes at the endless line of traffic.
"Hang on, I've got a little trick up my sleeve," he muttered.
He then pressed down on the car horn several times to make the traffic move, which quickly proved to be pointless.
"COME ON, MOVE IT!" He shouted, repeatedly pressing down on the car horn, much to the annoyed sighs of the others.
"Well that's a journey I don't wish to repeat," Toy Bonnie moaned, straightening her back as she stepped off the bus.
"Sitting on a seat that was as comfortable as sitting on a rock and next to a screaming baby...all that stress and discomfort will kill me one day."
"Well that least we're here, look the mall's straight ahead, just as Jeremy said it would," Toy Chica said, pointing to a large multiple storey building which stood before them.
Luckily the bus had been able to park right outside the mall, and not get stuck in the traffic jam which ran alongside it.
"How much money did Jeremy give us?" Mangle asked, stepping off the bus.
Toy Chica reached into her pocket and pulled out several notes.
"About...forty dollars...no wait...forty five," she said, counting them all up in her hands.
"Then let's go, and while we're here we might as well as have a girls' day out," Toy Bonnie stated, she smiled as she walked forward, embracing the idea of having some 'girly' fun.
"Yeah, make up and clothes!" Toy Chica exclaimed, running forward to join her.
Mangle sulked, dragging her feet as she walked.
"Oh boy, make up stuff, looking at thousands of beauty amplifiers which look the same, feel the same, cost the same, have the same effect, and are yet somehow meant to be better than one another," she moaned.
Besides the sounds of street music, people walking and talking, the three of them could hear a constant honking noise.
"What's that?" Toy Chica asked, looking around, trying to search for the sound's source.
"Properly just someone in that traffic jam over there, angry with all the hold up," Mangle answered, briefly looking back the traffic pile up, which congested Chicago's narrow roads like blocked arteries.
"Often, it's someone who is egoistical, thinks they're entitled to everything, suffers from road rage and is possibly borderline psychotic," Toy Bonnie added, dismissing the sound.
"Come on, there's properly billions of shops in there, think of what we could buy!" Toy Chica shouted, grabbing hold of Toy Bonnie's hand and running off into the mall, while Mangle just looked on in despair.
"I'm properly going to be dragged into every store...I didn't ask for this."
She took a deep breath.
"In I go...God help me," she muttered, walking in through the double doors.
"COME ON MOVE IT...THIS CHRISTMAS MAYBE, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FUCKING HOLD UP!" Nightmare Freddy shouted, repeatedly slamming his fist down on the car horn.
Nightmares Chica, Bonnie and Foxy just looked bored out of their minds, their blank and lifeless expressions were a strong indication of their mood.
Finally, Nightmare Bonnie decided to intervene, groaning as she stood up straight and leaned through the inner window.
"N-Freddy, you've been honking people for the last five minutes and nothing has happened, in fact the only thing you have achieved so far is getting people's attention, something we wished to avoid in the first fucking place!" she hissed in his ear.
"Just park somewhere nearby and we'll proceed on foot," Nightmare Chica stated, leaning backwards, trying to block out the constant noise of the surrounding traffic by covering her ears.
"Just reverse it and we'll pick a new lane," said Nightmare Foxy, standing up and joining Nightmare Bonnie at the inner window.
"If you three haven't noticed already, there are cars behind us, so we can't reverse," Nightmare Freddy replied through gritted teeth.
"Wait, there, over there, a parking space has just opened up!" Nightmare Chica shouted, pointing towards to an opening.
"Thanks," Nightmare Freddy replied, turning the steering wheel as far as it would go.
The van exited the lane and pulled into a new one, before moving into the parking space.
"Alright, parking achieved, now let's wait around a while for the traffic to clear up, then we'll drive to our destination and do what we do best," Nightmare Freddy ordered, undoing his seatbelt.
He got out, followed by Nightmare Chica, who had to climb across from her seat, while Nightmares Bonnie and Foxy jumped out of the back.
They then all donned their hoodies.
"Doesn't this make us look suspicious?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, looking at the other three.
"Not in the slightest," Nightmare Foxy replied confidently, even though their appearance had caught the attention of several police officers.
"As long as we don't do anything out of the ordinary we're fine," Nightmare Freddy stated, walking off, beckoning the others to join him.
"Well, we might as walk around and explore this place," Nightmare Chica suggested, following Nightmare Freddy, like a toddler following its mother.
"Wow, captain look at the size of that building, what treasures lie within I wonder?" Nightmare Foxy asked, staring at the mall, given from where he had come from, this was the largest building he had ever set eyes on.
"Just shops N-Foxy, lots and lots of shops put into one building," said Nightmare Bonnie, glancing at the mall's entrance.
"And besides, judging by the contents of many shops, most things in there are properly similar in function, size and cost, yet most people going in look excited," Nightmare Freddy commented.
"Oh please, who would get excited over things that are largely the same in every way?" Nightmare Chica asked.
"Someone with no sense of taste," Nightmare Foxy answered smugly.
"Clearly," Nightmare Bonnie muttered sarcastically, folding her arms.
"OH, MY GOD, GUYS LOOK AT THIS!" Toy Chica squealed, picking up several handbags which were decorated in a pinkish colour with patterns to match.
"Toy Chica, they're just the same as the ones in the shop opposite, why are you so excited by this?" Mangle asked, throwing her arms up in boredom...this was the fifteen shop they'd had been to in the space of 10 minutes, and it was doing Mangle's head in.
"Oh, don't they look so cute, here Mangle, you could take one," Toy Chica replied, shoving one into Mangle's hands.
Mangle stared at it, although she would like to have a handbag, having one in a very sickly pinkish colour was too much.
"No thanks," she said, putting it back on the shelve.
Toy Bonnie was just amused by Mangle's coldness and Toy Chica's hyperactive behaviour.
Toy Chica was examining several different coloured handbags, when something caught her eye.
Her pupils widen.
"OH, MY GOD, LOOK!" She shouted.
She reached and grabbed another handbag from a nearby shelve, it had the same design as all the others, expect this one was gold in colour.
"ITS GOLD, JUST LIKE GOLDIE, AND SOFT TOO, JUST LIKE GOLDIE," Toy Chica squealed, treasuring the item in her hands.
"WOW, THE INSIDE PART IS VERY MYSTERIOUS, JUST LIKE GOLDIE IS, AND THE WHOLE THING IS PRETTY, JUST LIKE GOLDIE!"
When her excitement faded, she saw that Toy Bonnie and Mangle shared an mischievous look, their lips turning into grins.
"Do you want us to buy that for you Toy Chica, you so clearly want it?" Toy Bonnie asked, trying not to laugh.
Mangle however just couldn't contain herself, laughing her head off as she slid down to the floor in fits of laughter.
Toy Chica's face instantly redden, as Toy Bonnie struggled to contain herself.
"I was just...making...a comparison," Toy Chica whispered, wrapping her arms around her waist and looking away in embarrassment.
Now she felt exposed.
"Oh Toy Chica, I think it's very cute, that you have a thing for Goldie," Toy Bonnie giggled, pulling her into a hug.
Toy Chica didn't say anything, but kept her eyes downcast.
"Heart of gold indeed, I should have known it was him," Toy Bonnie whispered in her ear.
"How long have you held feelings for Goldie then?" She asked.
"Since...1987...when we first met the Originals," Toy Chica, answered, briefly casting her eyes upwards.
She was clearly embarrassed.
"I think it's sweet and I'm very happy for you Toy Chica, I hope you find happiness, we both do, right Mangle?" Toy Bonnie asked turning to face her.
But Mangle was still on the floor in stitches.
"HEART OF GOLD, NOW EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE!" She laughed.
"MANGLE!" Toy Bonnie shouted, making Mangle stop instantly.
"Yeah, we're really happy for you Toy Chica, you and Goldie deserve each other," said Mangle standing up straight and correcting herself.
"Which reminds me, we need to get back, everyone else will be wondering where we are."
"Your right, first let's get this for Toy Chica and then go, we've got the groceries Jeremy wanted," said Toy Bonnie, taking one of the golden coloured handbags off the surrounding shelves.
She then turned and passed one of the bags of food to Mangle, before heading off towards the checkout, with the other two following after her.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang," went the old metal can, as it bounced on pavement each time Goldie kicked it.
"Forgive me Spring, I didn't see what you saw."
"The Bite of 87, the whole franchise went down after that, quite of a pity really, the kids sure loved that place...especially the performers."
"Why didn't you tell me about Springtrap?"
"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, YOU HEAR, NEVER!"
Goldie stopped to gather himself together,
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"
The painful memories faded away...for now.
Up ahead, he noticed two things, one there was a major traffic jam to his right and two, there was a massive king size mall on his left.
"Perhaps I could hide away in there for the night, it would be better than sleeping out here," he muttered.
"Or...I could go back and-"
"NO, YOU CAN'T GO BACK, THEY'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, SPRING DOESN'T WANT YOU, NO ONE WANTS YOU!"
Goldie closed his eyes and tried to think, blocking out his angels and demons.
"Fine...we stay in the mall, sneak in at closing time, no one will see us," he thought.
He continued to kick the can down the street, bumping into people and only giving mumbled apologies.
The mall looked pretty with its neon lights outside and long rows of shops, selling clothes, toys, household goods and food.
"Food," Goldie thought, he felt his stomach rumble, he hadn't eaten in the last twenty four hours.
"So, hungry," he moaned, gripping his waist.
"No, can't think about food, just keep walking," he whispered, turning away from the mall entrance.
When he turned, he happened to bump into the back of a hooded figure.
"Watch where you're going, idiot!" it hissed in a male's voice, which caught the attention of three other figures with similar clothing.
"Sorry," Goldie replied, giving the figure a brief glance before walking off.
Then something clicked in his head.
"Wait a minute...I know that voice...that's."
He turned around and saw that the hooded figures had vanished, he searched the area, but saw no sign of them.
"Must have been imagining it, my mind is acting out of sorts," he muttered, turning around and heading off in the opposite direction.
Amongst the crowds, Nightmare Freddy smiled in sweet delight under his hood, as his dark red eyes watched Goldie walk away into the crowd…their target was within reach.
He turned to see the others equally spread out across the sidewalk, they have all scattered as soon as Goldie had turned around.
Nightmare Bonnie looked to Nightmare Freddy for instructions, he merely mouthed the words 'follow', pointing at Goldie.
Nightmare Bonnie grinned viciously in response before turning to pass the word on to Nightmares Chica and Foxy, who both nodded in agreement.
They set off, following Goldie from afar, not walking in a group, unless they wish to attract attention, but rather walking as individuals...tracking their target...like predators in the wild.
Behind them, three females carrying several bags of shopping exited the mall.
"So, are you enjoying your new handbag Toy Chica?" Toy Bonnie asked, whilst stretching her arms.
"Yeah...it's pretty, quite spacious actually," Toy Chica commented, her eyes fixed on the item.
"Toy Chica, I'm sorry I made fun of your crush on Goldie," said Mangle, hugging her.
"It's ok Mangle, I largely spilt the beans myself," Toy Chica replied.
"Somethings Toy Chica, you don't say out loud and somethings you do, this could be a lesson for you," Toy Bonnie stated.
"Come on, Jeremy said the bus stop that'll take us back is down here," said Mangle, dragging two heavy bags in each hand, in fact they all were, apart from Toy Chica, who only carried one bag.
"God oh mighty these things are heavy, why did we get so much stuff," Toy Chica moaned, struggling to lift her bag anywhere above her knees.
"You're lucky, it's Mangle and me whose carrying the most of it, I think it's because we bought a lot things on impulse...although most of that was done by you Toy Chica," Toy Bonnie groaned as the muscles in her arms ached and strained.
"Sorry, everything in there looked vital," Toy Chica replied.
"Well, we'll decide that later back at Jeremy's, come on, it's not that far to the bus stop now," Mangle stated, trying to keep the shopping bags she was carrying off the ground.
"Hopefully we can get there without any major incidents," Toy Bonnie muttered, leading the way through the busy crowds.
Goldie was having a hard time focusing, his mind was splintering into several pieces, different parts of him arguing whether or not to go back to Jeremy's and confront everyone.
"I want to prove to Spring that I can make things right between us, but...I don't know how, I feel isolated," he thought, as he narrowly avoided groups of people.
"YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE AS IT IS, YOU SAW HOW ANGRY SPRING WAS, EVERYONE WILL BE ASKING WHY YOU LIED AND IT'S UNLIKELY THAT THEY'll BELIEVE YOU!" His inner demons raged, with strong evidence to back their claims.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Goldie screamed out loud.
When his anger faded, he instantly noticed that everyone was staring at him...everyone from adults to children with shocked faces at his sudden, random outburst.
"Shit, gotta hide!"
He hurried through the startled crowds, avoiding their cold hearted glares as he pasted them by.
He never looked behind him though.
"Gotta find a place to hide and rest my mind, before I snap!"
Goldie was panicking, seeing no avenue for escape.
Wait...there, an alleyway, leading round to the back of the mall.
"Perfect."
Goldie ducked down the alleyway, as people resumed their previous occupation, instantly forgetting the last few seconds.
However, to Goldie's surprise, he found that the alleyway had a dead end.
"Oh well, I'll just rest here for a bit, catch up on some sleep, perhaps I'll return to Jeremy's in the evening, shouldn't be too hard with all the street signs."
He sat down, rested his back against the alley's brick wall.
"Although I don't know how I'll explain things to the others," he muttered, stretching his bones and muscles.
He then hugged his knees close to his chest, rested his head on them and try to get some sleep.
As he did, four long shadows appeared at the entrance of the alley.
"Well...it would appear we've struck gold...literally," said Nightmare Bonnie, eyeing Goldie at the far end.
"Yes, but we need to move quickly," Nightmare Chica stated, looking round at the masses of people, who appeared to occupy every space in the surrounding streets.
"Indeed, N-Foxy here take the keys and move the van over here, try reversing it into the alleyway, that way people can't see what we're doing," Nightmare Freddy ordered, placing the keys in Nightmare Foxy's hands.
"Sure thing captain, try to keep the prisoner subdued though, we don't wish to attract any 'unwanted attention'," Nightmare Foxy replied jokily, turning to go.
"Come on, we're wasting time as it is!" Nightmare Chica snarled, walking forward.
"Yes, let's have our fun and be done with it," said Nightmare Freddy, following her.
"Just try and stop me," Nightmare Bonnie whispered with glee, bringing up the rear.
"I'm never...ever...going...shopping...again!" Mangle stressed, dragging her two bags of shopping with her, as Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica struggled alongside her.
"I would...agree...with you...on that Mangle," Toy Bonnie groaned.
Whilst listening to the conversation between Mangle and Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica noticed a black van moving its way through the Chicago traffic in a very unprofessional manner.
"Well they clearly never went to driving school," she thought, watching it crave a path for itself through the never ending traffic.
She then turned her attention back to the conversation between Mangle and Toy Bonnie and kept on walking.
"Why me...why must I suffer for the evil deeds committed by that man?" Goldie asked himself, trying to fall asleep, but failing miserably due to his eyes refusing to shut.
They were effectively done with sleep.
"What does he even want?"
Goldie sighed deeply as his mind kept on turning out questions to which he had no answers.
"Why us, couldn't he just target another fast food restaurant, what made us so special?"
He wasn't expecting an answer.
"Well, maybe it's because the Fazbear family are such good children entertainers that no other fast food chain could challenge its monopoly," said a voice, which sounded somewhat familiar.
Goldie looked up, and although his vision was momentarily hazy, he could see three figures standing before him.
"Bonnie...why are you here-"
Then he froze...he felt his heart stop.
There straight in front of him was Nightmare Freddy, with supposedly Nightmares Bonnie, and Chica, to his left and right, and worse still Goldie had his back to a solid brick wall... nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Nightmare Freddy looked the same when Goldie, had last saw him, but Nightmare Bonnie, had two sets of sharp teeth and Nightmare Chica, somehow had three, all jagged and spiky.
The clothes they wore roughly matched that of their Original counterparts, with their hair being dirty and greasy and instead of having hands, they all had claws...sharp, pointed claws.
Nightmare Bonnie's eyes were that of a purplish blue, Nightmare Chica's however were an orangey yellow and Nightmare Freddy's eyes of course were the same dark red.
"Hello Goldie, long time no see," Nightmare Freddy laughed, finding Goldie's misfortune to be very amusing.
He threw his head back and laughed even more, clearly enjoying his position of supremacy.
"Wow, you're soooo cuteeee!" Nightmare Bonnie, squealed, her eyes brightening up with excitement.
"You are officially the unluckiest person in the world right now," Nightmare Chica, stated, smiling rather viciously at Goldie.
Goldie, stood up and raised his fists, ready to fight, his aggressive stance made Nightmare Freddy stop laughing.
"What do you want?" He asked, snarling with narrowed eyes.
The three Nightmares merely laughed at his stance.
"You!" Nightmare Chica giggled, although her eyes narrowed.
"We want you...for something very special," Nightmare Bonnie hissed, clasping her claws together.
"And will you come quietly or not, we rarely give someone a choice, but we decided to be generous?" Nightmare Freddy asked, folding his arms.
Goldie shook his head.
"No, no I will not go quietly, in fact you three can go and fuck one another for all I care," he replied, through gritted teeth.
"Well, what choice do you really have Goldie, your 'family' is nowhere to be seen, you have your back to the wall and you look...very stressed, tense I might say in fact," said Nightmare Bonnie, tipping her head to one side, whilst studying Goldie's body language.
"Maybe he's stressed, because he been in a fight, or an argument perhaps?" Nightmare Chica suggested.
"An argument...was it with Springtrap?" Nightmare Freddy asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Goldie's eyes twitched, to which the eyes of the three Nightmares lit up.
"I knew it!" Nightmare Freddy exclaimed, pointing at Goldie.
"He's left you, hasn't he?" Nightmare Bonnie asked.
"Shut up!" Goldie hissed, shaking his fists.
"He hates you, doesn't he?" said Nightmare Chica, smiling.
"SHUT UP!" Goldie yelled, lashing out at them, but they merely stepped back, avoiding his blows.
"Jesus Goldie, calm down, you'll tire yourself out," Nightmare Bonnie stated.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that," Nightmare Chica added, giggling.
Then Nightmare Freddy held his hand up to silence them.
He narrowed his eyes and held out his hand towards Goldie.
"One last chance, Goldie, will you come with us, or go the hard way...we won't restrain ourselves."
But Goldie defiantly shook his head.
"I will not go quietly," he answered with narrowed eyes.
The Nightmares appeared to close their eyes and sighed, when they opened again they harbored a wild psychotic look and smiled, revealing the entirety of their sharp teeth.
"Yes Goldie, you will not go quietly into that goodnight!" said Nightmare Freddy, clenching his claws into fists.
What happened next was a complete blur.
Nightmare Freddy, smacked Goldie hard right in the face with his claw like fist, making him bang his head against the wall.
Nightmare Bonnie, proceeded to kick Goldie's feet out from under him, making him fell forward onto his knees.
Nightmare Chica, then grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him hard in the groin, making him drop to the ground.
Nightmare Freddy, then stomped on his back, pushing him into the ground.
"This is so much fun!" Nightmare Bonnie exclaimed.
"Why isn't he teleporting?" Nightmare Chica asked, watching Goldie painfully attempt to push himself up.
"He's properly too weak at the moment, best keep him that way," Nightmare Freddy replied.
Goldie groaned as he lifted himself off the ground.
Nightmares Chica and Bonnie grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him up against the wall.
Goldie struggled, but the two Nightmares kicked him in the stomach.
"GET...OFF OF ME!" He growled, trying to shake them off.
But Nightmare Bonnie, only giggled as she twisted his arm, causing him to shout out in pain.
"Enough, time to end this," Nightmare Freddy stated, smiling as he clicked his fingers
He grabbed Goldie by the neck and started to choke him, tightening his grip on his windpipe.
"Just relax Goldie...just sleep...just dream," Nightmare Chica whispered in his ear, she then punched him right in the ribs.
"FUCK YOU!" He screamed, as Nightmare Bonnie viciously scratched his face.
"Your life is a nightmare Goldie, don't worry, soon you'll be set free from it," Nightmare Freddy laughed, as Goldie struggled to breath.
His vision was becoming hazy, his strength was fading as he slid down to the ground.
His attempts to break free of the Nightmares's grip grew weaker, as his entire world started to spin.
"There, there dear, just sleep, just dream," Nightmare Bonnie sang as Goldie fell unconscious, the last thing he saw were the three Nightmares smiling at him, as they beat him senseless.
His arms and legs went limp, as the Nightmares released him from their grip.
"Is he...dead?" Nightmare Chica asked, to which Nightmare Freddy put his hand on Goldie's neck.
"No, he's alive, I can feel his pulse."
He looked back towards the opposite end of the ally.
"Now where's N-Foxy with that bloodily van of ours!"
There where the sound of screeching tires, quickly followed by the beeping sounds of a vehicle reversing.
Soon a black van moved into the alleyway entrance, reversing slowly until half of it was inside.
As soon as it stopped, Nightmare Foxy jumped out of the driver's seat, slamming the door shut behind him.
"You guys ready?" He asked, running up to join them.
"Yes, we are, quick N-Chica, you take his legs and N-Bonnie, you carry his arms, Vincent will be waiting for us at the meeting place," Nightmare Freddy ordered, as both Nightmares carried out his instructions.
He then turned to face Nightmare Foxy.
"N-Foxy, you go and open the back doors, come on let's move it."
Nightmare Foxy, quickly ran back and threw the back doors of the van open, before hurrying back to help the others.
"Jesus, what idiot put this here?" Toy Bonnie asked, staring a black van, which was parked at the entrance of a narrow alleyway and was also blocking a road which they needed to cross.
"We'll have to go around it, try to avoid the main road through," said Mangle, walking ahead.
She skirted around the vehicle's front, keeping away from the congested traffic and made it to the other side unharmed.
"Come on, it's ok," she shouted, waving to Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica.
Toy Bonnie sighed, shaking her head.
"Well, I see no alternative," she muttered, stepping forward.
"Come on Toy Chica," she called.
Toy Chica stepped forward, when she heard something.
"Get him in the back...he can't be that heavy, it was so easy to knock him out."
"Huh," Toy Chica muttered turning in the direction of the sound.
"It's a four man job this," groaned someone in the alley.
Toy Chica, giving into her curiosity, slowly crept past the vehicle, slipping between the narrow gap, which lay between the vehicle's side and the alley's brick wall.
"Goldie, can't be this heavy, I mean it's not as if he's made of fucking gold for Christ sake!"
"Goldie!" Toy Chica whispered with excitement.
Then she saw a Freddy, a Bonnie, a Chica and a Foxy with their backs to her, carrying an unresponsive Goldie.
Upon squeezing through the gap, she ran towards them, her heart was accelerating as her eyes sparkled with hope.
"You guys have found him, good, let's get him back to the house, the others have been worried sick about him, and it also appears you guys have forgiven each other, I knew you Originals were made of stronger stuff then you gave off two nights ago with that massive argument."
The 'Originals' although they didn't turn around, look confused, casting glances at each-other.
"When we get Goldie back to Jeremy's, we can go out after that bastard Nightmare Freddy, whose wrecked your friendship which has existed for decades, he has it coming. I'd gladly stuff him inside a suit and watch him slowly bleed to death and as for the Purple Guy, well...I have a little something in mind for him."
She leaned forward and tapped the Freddy on his shoulder.
"So, come on let's reunite the family, I'll go and get Toy Bonnie and Mangle and fuck those psychotic sadistic Nightmares, even if there is more than one."
The 'Originals' turned round, smiling, revealing their true forms.
"We are those psychotic sadistic Nightmares," the Freddy answered.
Toy Chica's eyes widen upon seeing their ghastly appearance.
"But you're not-"
"We know and you must be Toy Chica," said the Chica look like, her eyes glowed with interest.
"I wager she's never had kids with that body!" The Bonnie lookalike stated, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.
"Ohh...I'd like to see that in the flesh," the Foxy lookalike grinned, waving his hook at her.
"What are you doing with Goldie?" She asked, stepping backwards, clearly afraid.
"Not for you to know, N-Foxy kill her!" The Freddy ordered.
Nightmare Foxy's eyes glowed with sadistic excitement.
"Finally, it's my turn for a little 'fun'!"
Within an instant Toy Chica turned and ran, screaming as Nightmare Foxy chased her, snapping his jaws.
"Shit, our cover has been blown, quickly, just throw him in the van and get in!" Nightmare Freddy shouted, as Nightmares Bonnie and Chica dragged Goldie towards the vehicle.
Toy Chica dived into the gap between the alleyway wall and the van, she burst forth from the opening, just narrowly avoiding Nightmare Foxy sinking his teeth into her head.
Nightmares Bonnie and Chica threw Goldie into the back of the van and climbed in, closing the doors shut behind them.
Nightmare Freddy jumped into the front passenger seat and then climbed across to the driver's seat.
Upon chasing Toy Chica away, Nightmare Foxy raced round the van's front and got in the front passenger seat and slammed the door shut, just as Nightmare Freddy jammed the van's car keys into the ignition.
Nightmare Freddy, then turned round and leaned through the van's inner window to see Nightmares Chica and Bonnie holding Goldie down.
"Try to keep him unconscious and if he wakes up, just knock him out, now let's go!"
Turning back to his front, he pressed down on the accelerator, making the vehicle move forward.
As the van pulled out onto the main road, Toy Chica did the only thing she could do...grab onto the vehicle's side and ride it out.
Toy Bonnie and Mangle were still ahead and nearing the bus stop, when the Mangle asked the question.
"Is Toy Chica behind us?"
They both turned to see Toy Chica wasn't behind them or anywhere in fact.
"Toy Chica...where are you girl?" Toy Bonnie cried out, looking around for any sign of her.
"Hey T.C, the bus stop is over here!" Mangle yelled.
Instead they saw a black van bash it's way through the congested traffic, causing no end of chaos...with Toy Chica clinging onto its roof.
That was completely unexpected, making Toy Bonnie's reaction less than surprising.
"TOY CHICA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" she shouted, as the van sped past.
"THEY'VE GOT GOLDIE IN HERE, THE NIGHTMARES HAVE TAKEN GOLDIE!" Toy Chica shouted back, pointing down at the vehicle.
"NIGHTMARES!" Mangle yelled, dropping the shopping bags she was carrying.
"WE NEED TO GET HER BACK!" Toy Bonnie screamed.
"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" Mangle replied, taking off without a moment's notice, with Toy Bonnie trying to keep up with her.
Meanwhile in the van, Nightmare Freddy was most fun he had ever had since setting foot on the earth, smashing into countless vehicles and causing many life-threatening injuries as the van became a mobile battering ram.
"NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL FUN, WE SHOULD MAKE THIS INTO A FAMILY ACTIVITY!" He shouted, bulldozing into a family car and causing it to spin into oncoming traffic.
The car spun widely before it collided with a second car, they both exploded into open flame killing the occupants inside and heavily damaging others nearby.
This caused a chain reaction, followed by cars pilling up, crashing into each other, or those that swerved to avoid the pile up, merely ended up turning onto the pavement and crashing into pedestrians, and in some cases killing them.
Toy Chica's eyes widen with horror as the scene quickly turned into one from an natural disaster film.
"Those poor innocent people," she whispered, amidst the sounds of screams, raging fires, screeching tires and the groaning sound of mental being twisted and bent.
Then she hear a new sound….sirens.
"The police!" She thought, turning round.
She saw several police cars a fair distance's away, pursing the vehicle, with multiple police officers loading their guns as they leaned out of the vehicles' windows.
Toy Chica knew she had to stop the vehicle somehow, let the police handle the rest.
She slowly slid down onto the vehicle's side, gripping onto the side handles, if she let go she'd fall under the wheels and be crushed to death.
Nightmare Foxy heard the sound of police sirens behind him and looked in the left rear view mirror.
"Shit, we've got the police on our tail and hello...what have we here...a stowaway called Toy Chica," he hissed, spotting Toy Chica, inching her way forward, whilst trying to keep a tight grip on the side handles.
"Shoot her, we can't have her on board!" Nightmare Freddy ordered, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid a major collusion.
"I don't see a gun in here!" Nightmare Foxy exclaimed, searching the area around his seat.
"We're in America, everybody has a gun!" Nightmare Bonnie shouted from the back.
"Try the glovebox, I'll attempt to throw her off," Nightmare Freddy suggested, sharply turning the steering wheel in one direction as they rounded a corner.
The sudden sharp turn, caused Toy Chica to lose her grip on one of the side handles, she screamed, as she felt her foot briefly made contact with the van's wheels.
She tighten her grip on the one side handle she was holding onto with both hands, steadying her balance.
"Keep it together," she thought, although she was scared out of her wits.
Nightmare Foxy tore the glove box open and searched its contents, amongst them he found a pistol...fully loaded with iron sights.
"Perfect," he hissed, opening up the gun's barrel.
He snapped it closed, leaned out of the window and aimed at Toy Chica.
He fired, his first shot missed her, but actually hit the forward tyre of the leading police car, causing it to slow down.
Nightmare Foxy fired again, the second shot, missed Toy Chica's head by an inch, however it caused the police to return fire.
Soon a storm of bullets was passing back and forth with a terrified Toy Chica caught in the middle.
"I'm way out of my depth here!" She mentally screamed, as she felt bullets rush through her hair.
"TOY CHICA, JUMP!"
Toy Chica turned to see Mangle running as fast as her legs would carry her, she was trying her best to keep up with the vehicle, but was obviously struggling.
"JUMP, I'LL CATCH YOU!" She shouted, holding out her hands.
"I CAN'T, THEY HAVE GOLDIE!" Toy Chica shouted back.
"YOU'LL GET YOURSELF KILLED GOD DAMMIT, USE SOME FUCKING COMMON SENSE!" Mangle yelled, breathing rather intensely in order to maintain her speed.
Nightmare Foxy fired another shot, this one clipped one of Toy Chica's knees, giving her a flesh wound.
"YOU'LL DIE IF YOU STAY ON THAT VAN, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE JUMP!" Mangle shouted.
"USE YOUR ENDOSKELETON ARMS!" Toy Bonnie yelled, who was only now just starting to catch up with Mangle.
"I DON'T HAVE MY BELT WITH ME, I LEFT IT BACK AT JEREMY'S!" Mangle replied, turning to face her.
"WHY?" Toy Bonnie asked.
The fact that she was somehow expected to foresee trouble annoyed Mangle.
"I DIDN'T FORESEE THIS HAPPENING DID I!" she shouted back.
"WE WERE JUST GOING OUT SHOPPING, WHERE'S THE DANGER IN THAT!"
Nightmare Foxy leaned out again and fired, this time at the police, he was able to wound one of them in the arm, but had to retreat back inside as the shooting intensified.
Then the van smashed its way past a lorry, knocking it aside into more traffic, causing a massive fiery explosion which roared up the streets.
The force of impact with the lorry, almost cost Toy Chica her life, as she momentarily lost her grip on the handle, only to quickly grab onto it again.
Had she delayed a second longer, she would fallen under the van's wheels.
She slowly pulled herself forward, grabbing onto the side handles as they came in reach.
"TV sucks," Balloon Boy moaned, flipping through the channels on Jeremy's TV.
He was sitting on one of the couches in Jeremy's living room, while everyone else was in the kitchen, celebrating the reunion of the Originals.
It was very nice for Freddy to personally apologies for his bad tempered words, two nights previous.
"And now if you can see here, are several Indian elephants, these enormous animals are becoming something of a rarity in India due to-"
"Boring!" Balloon Boy groaned, switching channels, there was nothing on which could gain his attention.
"Food channel, kids' stuff, a documentary on World War Two, Local news and-"
"GUN FIGHT IN THE CENTRE OF CHICAGO!" The TV screamed out of its sound speakers.
"Alright, finally some action!" Balloon Boy shouted, leaning in to get a better view.
Ok, maybe somethings could keep him entertained.
But what he saw next, made him go pale in the face.
"Oh shit, that can't be!" He whispered, as his eyes widen with instant recognition.
He paused the TV, leapt off the couch and ran towards the kitchen with his heart pounding in his ears.
It was enough to drown out the festive celebrations.
Toy Chica was doing ok, or ok as one could be in her position.
She closed her eyes, bracing for the sudden turn, as the van went down another road with what was properly now the entirety of the city's police force in pursuit.
She opened them and looked forward, only to see Nightmare Foxy lean out of the passenger window, put her between the pistol's iron sights and fired.
Toy Chica was dead...or she would have been, had the bullet actually fired.
Nightmare Foxy pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened.
He opened the gun's barrel to see it was completely empty.
"Fuck, I'm out, I need to reload!" He snarled, opening up the glovebox again and searching for any spare bullets.
Nightmare Freddy meanwhile turned the vehicle left and right, trying to throw Toy Chica off.
Although she nearby lost her grip several times, she kept on moving.
"N-Freddy where are we actually heading?" Nightmare Chica asked, from the back of the van, raising a rather important question.
"Hang on, just let me set up the van's sat nap," Nightmare Freddy replied, pressing several buttons into the sat-nap's keypad.
"Destination confirmed, setting a route for Glenview," the sat nap stated in its robotic female voice.
"No, I wanted this one," Nightmare Freddy ordered, pressing the desired option.
"Destination confirmed, setting a route for Oak Park."
"No, wrong one."
Nightmare Freddy pressed another button.
"Navy Pier."
"NO, WRONG ONE!"
Nightmare Bonnie groaned, rolling her eyes in displeasure.
"Oh, let me try, you just keep on driving," she said, leaning forward through the inner window and pushing Nightmare Freddy aside.
She pressed the desired option.
"Downer's Grove," the sat nap replied.
"No, we want that one," she said, pressing it again.
"Arlington Heights."
"No, I clearly didn't press that."
Nightmare Bonnie let out a angry hiss, jamming the touch screen again with her fist.
"Orland Park."
"ARE YOU GONNA NAME EVERY PLACE IN THIS FUCKING CITY!"
"Mount Prospect."
"WHO DESIGNED THIS PIECE OF SHIT!"
"Riverside."
"OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"
"East Chicago."
"FINALLY!"
"We need get rid of these police cops, they can't follow us back to the meeting point," said Nightmare Chica stating the obvious.
"Agreed, N-Foxy kill them," Nightmare Freddy ordered.
"I'm on it captain, just let me get Toy Chica first," Nightmare Foxy replied, thoroughly searching the glovebox.
"Can't we just call Vincent and have him do something, like...hack into their system and send them off on a wild goose chase?" Nightmare Bonnie suggested.
Then something clicked inside Nightmare Freddy's head, it was like a light bulb being turned on.
"Yes, in fact, here," he said, quickly removing his watch from his arm and passing to Nightmare Bonnie.
"What's this?" She asked bluntly, examining it.
"It's a watch, but it's also a tracker and can send texts to Vincent, inform him of our situation and tell him to hack their system, or at least get his endoskeleton pals to do it," Nightmare Freddy ordered.
Nightmare Bonnie sat down in the back, opened up the watch and started to type.
"N-Foxy if you wanna kill Toy Chica, now's your chance," Nightmare Freddy stated, as Nightmare Foxy found several new bullets and pushed them into the gun barrel.
"Will do captain," he replied grinning.
He closed the gun barrel, leaned out and-
Suddenly a hand grabbed hold of his wrist.
Nightmare Foxy turned and saw Toy Chica directly in front of the passenger side window.
She had grabbed his wrist in such a way, that he couldn't actually the turn the gun to face her.
Toy Chica then strengthen her grip, in an attempt to make Nightmare Foxy let go of the weapon.
He fought with her, trying to break out of her iron like grip, her eyes betrayed the rage she held towards him and Nightmare Foxy could clearly see she was pissed as hell.
"Let. Goldie. Go!" she said in a very clear tone of determination and anger.
"You let go, if you knows what's best for you lassie," Nightmare Foxy stated back, with narrowed eyes.
Nightmare Freddy, attempted to help his companion by diving sharply to the left and right, trying to throw Toy Chica off balance.
In the confusion of Toy Chica trying to keep herself steady, Nightmare Foxy pulled her in through the window.
For a few seconds, Toy Chica saw a sat nap next to Nightmare Freddy, Nightmares Bonnie and Chica in the back, along with an unconscious Goldie, lying on the floor.
But that was all she saw, before she was forced out of the vehicle.
Nightmare Foxy was now holding her in midair, above the chaos that littered the road with his hook, which was tearing into the collar line of her clothes.
With his now free hand, he grabbed hold of hers, stroking it.
"So soft...so smooth," he commented, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why do you need Goldie?" She asked, trying not to look at the mess that lay beneath her.
A nearby explosion caused her to flinch, amidst Nightmare Foxy's laughter.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough lassie," he replied.
"Do you know what's it's like to have broken bones?"
Toy Chica shook her head.
"No."
Nightmare Foxy's eyes appeared to shine with vicious intent.
"Well, you will now," he said smugly, revealing his full set of fangs.
With that he took her hand, placed it in his mouth and bit down hard.
Toy Chica screamed as she felt her hand being crushed, blood squirted everywhere, as Nightmare Foxy sank his teeth in.
Toy Chica desperately try to pull her hand out, but to no avail.
She screamed even louder, as she heard several cracking sounds as the fangs penetrated deep.
Nightmare Foxy, then released her hand, licking the blood off his teeth with his snake like tongue.
"Goodbye!" He snared, and with that, he threw her backwards, letting go with his hook.
Toy Chica flew through the air in slow motion, amidst the bullets and explosions.
She closed her eyes, knowing that she was properly going to die, either by hitting her head against a car or the solid stone pavement.
Suddenly she felt something grab her, wrapping it's arms around her waist.
She could feel her world being spun upside down as she rolled, landing on the pavement and rolling still until coming to a complete stop.
"TOY CHICA!" a voice shouted.
Toy Chica opened her eyes and looked up, or rather looked down to see Mangle gripping her tightly.
"ARE YOU OK, LAST THING I SAW WAS YOU HANGING IN THE AIR!"
Then she saw Toy Chica's crushed and bleeding hand.
"SWEET JESUS, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND?" She asked, examining it, as about thirty police cars raced past with their sirens blaring at full volume.
"He...Nightmare Foxy bit it...quite badly," Toy Chica answered, momentarily hazed.
Then Toy Bonnie caught up, crashing into the pair and instantly wrapping her arms around Toy Chica, pulling her into a hug.
"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME, DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" She shouted, whilst sobbing into her shoulder.
"I don't want to lose you, for a moment...I thought I did," she whispered, holding Toy Chica close.
"I'm fine, but my hand, I think it's broken...I can't move it," Toy Chica moaned, as blood ran down her arm.
Toy Bonnie and Mangle, both examined it.
"This looks bad, the bite marks appear to have gone in deep and you say you can't move it?" Toy Bonnie asked.
Toy Chica slowly nodded, as her body started to ache.
"Then it properly is broken or at the very least just heavily bruised and numb," Mangle stated.
Then Toy Chica suddenly burst into tears.
"THEY TOOK HIM, THEY TOOK GOLDIE!"
Mangle allowed Toy Chica to burry herself into her chest.
"Sh, sh, sh, we'll get him back, don't cry," she whispered, stroking her golden blonde hair.
Several ambulances rushed past, some stopping nearby, others continuing down the road, following the trail of destruction.
"Come on, let's get you home T.C, unless we can get served by one of those nearby ambulances," Toy Bonnie said, looking around at the erupting chaos.
A humming sound was heard, they all looked up to see two to three helicopters flying above, two of them were police helicopters, the other was news owned.
"The ambulances are our best option, come on, let's get her up," Mangle ordered, as both she and Toy Bonnie pulled Toy Chica to her feet.
"Just stick with us and everything will be alright," Toy Bonnie told her, grasping her hand tightly.
But Toy Chica continued to cry, as they made their way towards the parked ambulances, passing multiple car wrecks, burning tyre fires and the unrecognisable body parts of former drivers, passengers and pedestrians.
"No," she thought.
"Everything is not alright..."
You may have expected the kidnapping, but did you expect for it to turn out as it did?
Until next time...which will be a while.
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