Hey guys, I'm back and I have not been idle during my break, as of now we are somewhat in the middle of ACT II, at least that's how I've planned things out so far.
And yes we have a song in this chapter, it's Immortal by Aviators, (He's an amazing song producer).
I think it helps to cement the main theme for this chapter, although it does start late in the chapter...so enjoy. :-)
Next time I'll look into seeing if I can get another sing along song in, like I did with Disconnected by Keane, I quite liked doing that.
Chapter 16.
Comeback.
"Revenge is a dish, best served cold."
Mario Puzo
"This can't be happening, not in Chicago," said Jeremy, with his eyes permanently glued to the living room's TV screen.
"And yet it is matey," Foxy added in a mournful tone.
Everyone was frozen to spot, watching repeated footage of a black van smashing its way through traffic, bashing cars, people, giving no care to anyone.
Worse still was the footage of Toy Chica which took everyone by complete surprise.
"What is she doing?" Toy Freddy exclaimed, grasping his head with his hands.
"She's trying to hang on, what's in the van?" The Puppet asked, examining the TV footage.
"We don't know," Bonnie answered, her tone was of a mix of concern for Toy Chica's welfare and complete shock at what she was seeing.
Then they saw a Foxy look alike lean out of the front passenger seat and shot at Toy Chica, who was struggling to hold on.
"Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, don't fall," Toy Freddy whispered, his entire body was shaking, he couldn't watch a member of his family die.
"No wait she's stable, she's still on," Balloon Boy cried, watching from the couch, resulting a cheer from the others.
"Good girl," Toy Freddy muttered, his eyes fixed solely on Toy Chica.
The footage they were being shown was being filmed from the air by helicopter.
"Police forces on at the scene in pursuit of vehicle, man...it's just...utter chaos out here, I can see burning cars, bodies, several ambulances are following the police, stopping off one by one along the route to provide assistance."
"Is there a possibility that this is a terrorist attack?" Someone asked from the central newsroom.
"No, we have no idea yet, they could be supporters of certain terroist groups or drug lords, we don't know as it's too early to tell," the news reporter replied.
"It would appear that a nearby citizen is attempting to take down the gunmen by themselves."
Close up footage showed Toy Chica wresting with the Foxy lookalike for the gun.
"COME ON T.C, NAILL HIM!" Chica shouted.
"BASH HIS HEAD IN!" The Puppet yelled.
"PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!" Balloon Boy shouted.
Toy Chica was pulled momentarily inside the vehicle, only for her to be shoved out again and held up in the air by the Foxy lookalike with his hook.
"Wait what is he doing to her!" Toy Freddy, pushing people aside for a closer look.
Then everyone gasped in horror, as the Foxy lookalike appeared to bite down on Toy Chica's hand, Toy Chica, herself appeared to be in a world of pain.
"NO!" Toy Freddy screamed, as she was then thrown from the vehicle like a child discarding of its toy.
Luckily, she was caught by Mangle in midflight, before landing on the ground in a roll, this made everyone give a sigh of relief.
"Thank God for Mangle," Mike stated, nervously running his hand through his hair.
"Thank for God for Mangle indeed," said Jeremy, watching the unfolding chaos with a shocked expression.
Then Freddy held up his hand.
"Wait, someone pause that," he ordered.
Jeremy grabbed the TV controls and pressed pause.
"Go back, rewind, can this thing do close ups?" Freddy asked.
"Yeah it can," Jeremy answered, fulfilling Freddy's request.
"Keep going, ok stop."
Freddy leaned in for a closer look.
"Do a close up, enhance the resolution."
Jeremy did so, putting it on the highest setting available.
"That's as high as it gets I'm afraid," he said.
Freddy leaned in further, until he was blocking the TV.
"Mmm...wait...," he muttered.
Then he gasped.
"I KNEW IT!"
"Knew what?" The Puppet asked, leaning forward to get a better view as Freddy's head was blocking out the entire TV set.
"That's...Nightmare Foxy," Freddy answering pointing at the Foxy lookalike.
"The teeth, the behavior, it all fits to together."
"Nightmare Foxy!" Foxy shouted, gripping his head in confusion.
"THERE'S A NIGHTMARE VERSION OF ME NOW!"
"It is him, it has to be him, I can't think of anyone else," Freddy replied, sitting back, giving everyone else the chance to see for themselves.
"Great now there's two Nightmares and possibly four as well," Bonnie groaned, slumping down in her seat.
"But first we need to go and get Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie and Mangle," said Jeremy, getting up.
"Anyone coming with me?" He asked.
"I will," Toy Freddy replied, standing up.
"I'll come too," said the Puppet, joining in by jumping to her feet.
"Anyone else?" Jeremy asked.
Freddy turned to face Jeremy.
"I would prefer it, if everyone else stayed here, we need to plan, these Nightmares have clearly raised the stakes, now that they're harming innocent civilians."
"You lot do that and we'll be back with the other Toys, come on, if I were them, I'll be heading back here." Jeremy stated, he turned and walked out of the room with Toy Freddy and the Puppet following him.
A minute later there was the sound of a van driving off, fading away into the distance, as everyone glued their eyes once more to the chaos filled TV screen.
"It's hurts so much, can't we just cut it off?" Toy Chica moaned, as Toy Bonnie and Mangle supported her through the chaotic streets of central Chicago.
They had been served by an ambulance crew, who had given Toy Chica TCP a mild antiseptic to clear the wound and fight against any potential infection, then put bandages around it.
Now she was starting to get pain in her hand, a stronger indicator that her nerves where reconnecting with each other.
"No, we can't, besides you need to have two hands, how else can you live a proper life," Mangle replied.
"Well Foxy's an exception with his hook."
She smiled at Toy Chica, trying to raise her hopes up.
"Quick onto the pavement now!" Toy Bonnie shouted, swiftly pulling them aside and off the main road.
An ambulance raced past, not stopping to help with its sirens on at full blast.
From where it had come, loomed a tall tower of black smoke, rising into the sky.
Wrecked cars still littered the road, some were still burning, if there were bodies, the police and ambulances crews would have already taken them to the morgue.
Gunfire and police sirens could still be heard in the distance, in the opposite direction to which the girls where heading.
Toy Bonnie smiled at Toy Chica.
"Come on Toy Chica, your alive, think of the look on Toy Freddy's face, on everyone's faces when they see you alive and well."
"Goldie...they got him, and we lost the shopping," was Toy Chica's mumbled reply.
"I know dear, but we'll get him back, besides who cares about the shopping...oh,"
Toy Bonnie reached into her pocket.
"Apart from this," she placed a golden handbag into Toy Chica's hands...her eyes lit up.
"I picked it up, before I ran."
For a moment, Toy Chica was too lost for words staring at the golden handbag.
"Thank you, Toy Bonnie," she replied, smiling.
Toy Bonnie hugged her and then kissed her on the forehead.
"What you did was very foolish, but also very brave, I know I wouldn't dare cling onto a vehicle filled with psychotic versions of ourselves."
"Even with my extra endoskeleton arms, I wouldn't dare dream of doing a thing like that," Mangle added, grinning.
"Thank you Mangle, for saving my life," Toy Chica replied, she stopped to throw her arms around Mangle's shoulders, embracing the whited haired woman in a tight hug.
"Anytime Toy Chica...anytime, although I except you to do the same," Mangle stated, resting her head on Toy Chica's shoulders.
"Of course, Mangle, I promise," said Toy Chica, tightening her grip.
"I'm sorry we have to walk back to the Jeremy's, but none of the public services appear to be running," Toy Bonnie groaned, looking around for any sign of a bus.
"We'll have to keep walking then, hopefully they'll already be looking for us, if they saw the TV that is," Mangle stated.
"I'm certain that they are coming for us," Toy Bonnie replied cheerfully.
"And that Toy Freddy is with them." She thought, it would be nice to see him again, she found his presence to be calming.
He made her feel safe.
"The fastest way back to the Jeremy's is apparently this way."
Toy Bonnie was brought out of her thoughts to see Toy Chica, pointing at a street sign.
"See, the place where Jeremy lives is three to two miles away from here, therefore we should go this way," she said, looking at both Toy Bonnie and Mangle for their nods of agreement.
"Then it's this way we go," Toy Bonnie replied, to which Mangle nodded again, taking the first step forward.
They kept on walking, passing people who were more interested in what was happening further up the street, groups which soon turned into crowds.
"I bet their drug lords from downtown," one man shouted, raising his hand in anger to which many people murmured in agreement
"I heard they might be terrorists from overseas," a woman cried.
"Maybe their religious zealots, who hate what we stand for!"
"No, I heard their possibly C.I.A," another man shouted.
"Oh please, that's like saying the Bush administration orchestrated 9/11!" someone else yelled in the crowd and soon an argument developed over the identity of the mysterious killers.
"Well we know who they are, but I bet you people would never believe us," Toy Chica thought confidently, as she and the others passed them by, like sheep among bickering wolves.
As they walked further, the streets became more organized, with armed law enforcement officers being seen frequently among the crowds.
They looked in all manner of directions, on the lookout for anything or anyone suspicious.
"At least we're out of the fire," Mangle commented, referring to the hell, that they were in only a half an hour earlier.
"They should be looking for us right now," Toy Bonnie stated, her eyes searching for any sign of Jeremy's van.
"I'm sure they'll be here soon," said Toy Chica cheerfully, clearly playing the optimistic card, despite their situation.
She turned to look back at the crowds of people as an idea popped into her head.
"Maybe we could ask the locals to help us...you know for directions."
She walked towards them, which caused Mangle to reach out, grab her and pull her away with an annoyed look on her face.
"Err...no, people in this sort of situation often look to themselves."
"Are you sure?" Toy Chica asked.
"Positive," Mangle whispered firmly in her ear.
"When the walls fall, everyone blames everyone else, remember how Fazbear Entertainment were gonna 'treat' us despite our years of company loyalty."
"Oh yeah," Chica mumbled in response.
"I remember their sweet words of bitter honey and sugar."
"Hey guys, is Jeremy's van white in colour with a reddish line going around the sides?" Toy Bonnie asked.
"Yeah, why are you asking?" Mangle enquired, turning to look in the latter's direction.
"Because I think that van over there in distance is Jeremy's,"" Toy Bonnie replied pointing at a white van which stood out among the police cars and ambulances.
As it approached, Toy Bonnie recognized the faces of Jeremy and Toy Freddy in the front driver's and passenger's seats.
"IT IS, IT'S JEREMY AND TOY FREDDY!" She shouted, grabbing Toy Chica and Mangle and pulling them forward.
The van parked nearby, Toy Freddy jumped out and within two seconds, he had reached them, throwing his arms around the group.
"Are you all ok, Toy Chica what about your hand!" He panicked, examining any injuries they had received.
"Mangle and I are fine, it's Toy Chica who has a crushed hand, and it's possibly broken, although the medics couldn't say with full certainty," Toy Bonnie replied.
"At least you are all in one piece, I saw everything on the TV, Toy Chica what on earth where you are thinking, you could have been killed!" Toy Freddy exclaimed, tightening his grip on her shoulders.
"I have my reasons, but I want to tell everyone why I did it in one place, this has been heard by everyone," Toy Chica replied, she slowly peeled Toy Freddy's hands off her.
"I'm very glad you came through," she said, smiling.
"I see you brought the Puppet along with you," Mangle commented, pointing to the Puppet, as she stepped out of the back of the van.
Toy Freddy nodded
"She volunteered."
Then Jeremy walked up, surveying the scene.
"Thank God you three are alive, everyone was in a state of shock, when they saw you on that vehicle," he said, patting Toy Chica on head.
Jeremy turned to face Mangle.
"Mangle, we owe you a huge thanks for saving Toy Chica, how are you feeling?" He asked.
"Tired, running takes a lot out of me," she replied, leaning against his chest for support, as she felt her legs turn to jelly.
Toy Bonnie tapped Jeremy on the shoulders, getting his attention.
"I'm sorry Jeremy, but we lost the shopping," she lowered her head in shame.
"Forget the shopping, we can go another time, what matters is that you three are all safe," Jeremy replied, smiling as he patted Toy Bonnie on the head.
"Come on, we best get moving...there's no point sticking around."
Jeremy's eyes scanned the horizon, seeing the large tower of black smoke, amidst the sounds of police and ambulance sirens.
"Especially considering what's just happened here," he muttered.
The Puppet meanwhile was taking a good look around, focusing on the chaos, the people, the sounds and the tower of black smoke which grew in the distance.
She wanted to see this for herself, to understand the damage that had been caused.
"What was all of this for?" She asked herself.
Meanwhile groups of people were gathered outside nearby TV shops, with all the TVs in the front windows broadcasting the local news as being presented by a middle aged blonde woman.
"We now can confirmed that the death toll in the last few minutes is now at twenty five people dead, but that is expected to rise, the police are still pursing the suspects, but have apparently lost sight of them and are now getting multiple reports of sightings across the city, we can except the city governors to announce later today that Chicago will be placed under lockdown, until the suspects are caught and arrested and until then everyone is strongly advised to stay indoors."
The Puppet ignored the newswoman and focused her mind on the conversion between Freddy and Chica, in the aftermath of her attack by Nightmare Freddy.
"If one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do."
Black smoke rising in the distance, with her mind cutting to Freddy being tortured by Nightmare Freddy.
"If one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do."
Cars crashing into each other and exploding, with Chica's beating at the hands of Nightmare Freddy.
"If one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do."
Police cars and ambulances racing by, then showing Toy Chica being bitten.
"If one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do."
Innocent people lying on the ground, dead, wounded, or in a state of shock, before transforming into Nightmare Freddy standing above her, with his claws raised.
"If one can do this much damage, then just imagine what four can do."
"What four can do..."
"What four can do..."
"PUPPET, COME ON, WE'RE LEAVING!" Toy Bonnie shouted, breaking Puppet's concentration, as she clambered into the back of the van, alongside Mangle and Toy Chica.
"Coming," The Puppet replied, turning round.
She jumped in the back and closed the doors shut, just as Jeremy's fired up the van's engine.
The van turned round and headed back the way it had come, with the tower of black smoke getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
Everyone else was still watching the news, when there was a fierce loud knock on the front door.
Instantly Freddy ran to it and threw the door wide open.
"Oh thank God that you're all safe," he said with immense relief, as Jeremy, Mangle, Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie and the Puppet walked through.
"Yes we found them, save and sound, although Toy Chica has got a damaged hand, but the medics have treated it as best they could," Jeremy replied, proceeding to sit down at the kitchen table and rest his head in his hands.
Then everyone else exited the lounge to greet them, happy to see that the Toys were alright.
Within seconds Toy Chica was surrounded and being bombarded with questions.
"Why did you do it?"
"How's your hand?
"What was in the van?"
"Are there now two Nightmares?"
"What was it like to cling onto a vehicle amidst a gun fight?"
Toy Freddy and Freddy raised their hands to restore order.
"Guys please give her room to breathe, she wants to tell us, but you won't let her," Freddy exclaimed, trying to raise his voice above everyone else.
"Can everyone shut up for a least a solid minute to let Toy Chica speak," Toy Freddy shouted, also trying to establish a sense of order.
But no one was listening.
Angry that nothing was getting through, Toy Freddy stomped on the floor in a deafening thud.
"SHUT UP!" he shouted at the top of his voice, catching everyone's attention.
"Let Toy Chica speak and your questions will be answered."
He then pulled a chair back, allowing Toy Chica to sit in it.
She clasped her hands together, as everyone gathered around her.
"Well...how do I begin?" She asked herself, whilst clasping her hands rather tightly, undeniably she looked tensed.
xxxx
"We walk along this ashen trail..."
"Through war and fire..."
"They doubted freedom would prevail."
"We're climbing higher…"
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"Well, why did you cling onto the van, that would be a good place to start," Bonnie stated.
"Yes, it would, thanks Bonnie," Toy Chica replied.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"They, the Nightmares had someone in that van, someone very important to us, I saw them take him away."
"Him, it's a he?" Foxy asked, Chica elbowed him to be quiet.
"He was unconscious, as they carried him to the van, throwing him in like a piece of meat."
Toy Chica, stopped to wipe away the tears that were forming.
"Toy Chica, who did they take?" Freddy asked, leaning across the table.
Toy Bonnie put her hand on Toy Chica's shoulder as a form of comfort.
"Tell them T.C, they need to know."
Toy Chica, suppressed her tears and reached down into her pocket.
She slowly pulled out a golden handbag, and placed in the centre of the table for all to see.
It took a second for its meaning to sink in.
Freddy's expression of curiosity changed to one of pure shock.
"Wait...don't tell me they took...,"
But Toy Chica on the verge of sobbing, slowly nodded her head.
"Yes," she whispered.
"They took Goldie."
"Goldie?" The Puppet asked, her eyes widen, to which Toy Bonnie nodded, her eyes casted downwards.
Toy Chica broke down into a sobbing mess, as everyone shared looks of horror with each other. Toy Freddy went round to Toy Chica and hugged her.
"We'll get him back," he said, letting her sob into his chest.
"We lost one of the crew, dam them, dam them to hell!" Foxy exclaimed, hitting the table with his hook in frustration.
"How did they get hold of Goldie, he isn't weak?" Balloon Boy asked, raising his head to be seen.
Toy Chica, pulled herself together to mount a response.
"I was walking with Mangle and Toy Bonnie, when I heard voices, coming from a nearby alleyway, which was blocked by a van."
She suppressed her emotions in order to continue.
"I went in and saw them dragging Goldie's unconscious body towards the back of the van, at first I thought they were the Originals, seeing how they looked so alike."
This caused Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy to give each other nervous glances.
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"When the broken call, I will stand up tall."
"It's all over, there's change in the air."
"If we fall tonight, I will shine a light,
"Upon justice, to make this game fair."
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"But when I approached them, I saw that they were the Nightmares, I asked them why they were dragging Goldie, but they refused to answer, then Nightmare Foxy chased me away."
Toy Chica, fought hard to keep herself in check.
"I turned and saw the van moving forward, so did what I could and jumped on, and yeah, I was holding on for dear life, as a chaotic gun battle exploded around me."
She stopped for a second time to wipe away her tears.
"And you all saw it, I fought with Nightmare Foxy for control of the gun and was grabbed by him as well as having my hand bitten, before I was flung from the vehicle, only to be caught by Mangle."
Everyone was in a state of shock and disbelief, unable to accept Toy Chica's words.
"They took Goldie...why though?" Mike asked, looking confused like everyone else.
"I did my best to stop them, but I couldn't save him," Toy Chica sobbed, breaking down once again.
Freddy, however proceed to grab a nearby chair and throw it against the wall, catching everyone's attention, apart from Toy Chica who was still crying.
"IT'S NOT FAIR, WHY MUST WE ALWAYS LOSE!" He shouted.
He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he bashed the table with his fists, making it shake violently.
"THE PURPLE GUY COMES AND TAKES INNOCENT LIVES, FIRST IN 1978, 1983, 1987 AND NOW 2015, WITH MORE INNOCENT PEOPLE DEAD AND NOW THESE FUCKING NIGHTMARES TAKE GOLDIE, WHY MUST WE ALWAYS LOSE, WHY MUST VINCENT ALWAYS BE ONE FUCKING STEP AHEAD!"
He threw his arms up in a rage.
"THERE'S FOURTEEN OF US AND FIVE OF THEM, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!"
"WE CAN'T EVEN PROTECT ONE OF OUR OWN, HOW, WHY, I'M SICK OF BEING A VICTIM, ITS NOT FAIR!"
He leaned on the table to steady himself and breath in deeply to calm himself down.
"Why does this always happen to us?" He asked.
xxxx
"We are immortal!"
"When destiny reigns and no one can stop this hellbound train."
"When history listens, will they know our names?"
"We are immortal, cuz legends remain."
xxxx
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, pulled him back, allowing him to rest against their shoulders.
"I would agree with you on that Freddy, the Purple Guy is a cunning foe, there's no doubt he's behind Goldie's kidnapping, bastard, he'll wish he's in hell when I get my hands on him," Toy Freddy snarled, still hugging Toy Chica.
"Nightmare Freddy wants Goldie for something, knowing him from 'recent' experience, he will put Goldie in a lot of pain," said Chica, rubbing Freddy's shoulders to massage his muscles which were already tense.
"Same here, the Nightmares are sadists, they will hurt Goldie for whatever purposes and Vincent is without a shadow of doubt the 'puppet master'," the Puppet added.
"Ironic turn of phrase for you Puppet," Balloon Boy humorously stated, earning him a glare from the Puppet, who narrowed her eyes like a hawk.
"Well, there's only one option we can really take," said Toy Chica, raising her head and wiping her tears away.
She now looked angry...hell knows no fury like a woman scorned.
"We gonna go after them and fuck them into the next century!"
xxxx
"We make our own way, we rebuild the cities razed."
"Our prophecy is self-fulfilled, for better days."
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"Aye, lassie, we must go and get Goldie back!" Foxy hissed.
"Jeremy get your guns, where ever you keep them and make ready your van," Freddy ordered, releasing himself from Chica, Bonnie and Foxy's grip.
"Wait!" Balloon Boy shouted, catching everyone's attention.
"We don't know where they are, the police forces are just as clueless and they're experts at this," he said, pointing to the TV in the lounge, which was still broadcasting the local news.
Jeremy leaned back in his chair and groaned.
"He's right, we would have to search the entire city, that'll take days, or even weeks."
"No...we won't," said Toy Chica, pushing her chair back.
She stood up tall.
xxxx
"When the broken call, I will stand up tall."
"It's all over, there's change in the air."
"If we fall tonight, I will shine a light."
"Upon justice, to make this game fair..."
xxxx
"When I saw pulled into their vehicle, I saw a sat nap next to Nightmare Freddy, he was the one driving, it was brief, but I remember a few things on its screen...distance...speed readings...time of arrival."
"What was their destination?" Toy Bonnie asked.
Toy Chica closed her eyes and tried to focus, replaying scenes from her memory.
"Something...something to do with...it's was in Chicago...Chicago...come on think...Chicago...East."
"Chicago East, wait, I have a map, Mike pull out the top map from those shelves over there."
Mike proceeded to reach over to one of the kitchen's shelves and pulled out a folded map, which he passed to Jeremy.
"Yes, there is an area called Chicago East, it's along the shoreline of Lake Michigan, an industrial area," he said, unfolding the map and spreading it out across the table.
"Is it a bad area?" Mangle asked, her eyes scanning the map in great detail.
"It has its bad parts like all cities, but some industrial areas have old factories which haven't been destroyed or renovated for years, they've just been left to rust and decay," Jeremy answered.
"They're the perfect hiding place," Toy Bonnie commented.
Jeremy's eyes lit up as she said it.
"Exactly."
"So, we get some guns, we drive over to East Chicago and search for Goldie, killing the Nightmares and Vincent in the process?" Chica asked.
"That's my kind of plan," Freddy muttered under his breath.
"Who's in?" Jeremy asked.
There was only ever gonna be one definitive answer.
"Me!" Everyone answered raising their hand.
"Then let's do this," Jeremy said with a mischievous grin.
He rose from his seat, when the Puppet suddenly raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the staircase in the hallway outside.
"What about Springtrap, shouldn't he be involved too?"
Everyone gave one another nervous expressions, they all remembered the fight between Goldie and Springtrap, they didn't wish to confront him, particularly on the issue of Goldie.
"He knew Goldie...he was his best friend," the Puppet stated.
"She's right Springtrap should know, but I don't think he's in the mood to join us...he seems caught up in the past, and was pretty angry with Goldie, does someone wanna go up and talk to him?" Jeremy asked.
Mangle sighed, before stepping forward.
"I will, but that's only because I talked to him yesterday and was able get a conversation going."
She headed towards the hallway where the staircase was.
"Anyone wish to join me?" She asked, turning round to face the others.
"I will," Freddy answered, stepping forward.
"I know Goldie very well, I've forgiven him for the mistakes he has made in the past, perhaps I might be able to convince Springtrap to do the same."
"Good, you two do that, while we'll gather the necessary equipment, but we can only give you five minutes to convince him, after that we are gone, so if he isn't joining us..."
Jeremy ran his hand through his hair as he let out a sigh, accepting the possible outcome.
"We'll have to leave him here, until we get back."
"Ok, we'll try our best," Mangle replied, pulling Freddy along with her.
"Let's just hope Springtrap will see sense," Freddy whispered to her.
"Well given the circumstances, we can only hope," Mangle muttered, she was expecting a fight.
Once they started climbing the stairs, Jeremy began issuing orders.
"Right Mike, Puppet and Balloon Boy, take the car keys and open the van up outside, the rest come me," he said, tossing the car keys in Mike's direction, who caught them in his hand.
"Where are we going captain?" Foxy asked, following him out of the room.
Jeremy turned to face him and smiled like a kid on Christmas.
"We gonna carry guns Foxy, lots and lots of guns."
xxxx
"We are immortal!"
"When destiny reigns and no one can stop this hellbound train."
"When history listens, will they know our names?"
"We are immortal, cuz legends remain."
xxxx
Springtrap was sitting on his bed, staring at the picture of Fredbear's grand opening, when he heard several loud knocks at the door.
"Spring...It's me Freddy and Mangle, we would like to talk to you," a voice called.
"Come in," Springtrap muttered, sounding rather downcast.
The door swung open, as Freddy and Mangle walked in.
"Springtrap, we have something very important to tell you..."
Freddy took a deep breath before continuing.
"It involves Goldie."
"Oh...what did he do this time?" Springtrap asked, without even bothering to turn around.
He sounded like an adult being used to their child being a constant trouble maker.
"Goldie has been kidnapped by the Nightmares, Spring they want him for something, no doubt Vincent is behind all of this, will you join us in trying to get him back?" Mangle asked.
Springtrap sighed, slumping forward.
"I...can't join you...I'm too divided on Goldie...what happened in the past will enrage me should I ever set eyes on him again."
"Springtrap, Goldie's your friend," Mangle protested.
"You can't just abandon him like that."
Then Springtrap turned to face her, his eyes now burning with anger.
"WELL HE ABANDONED ME!" He shouted, his expression one of rage.
"Springtrap, you and I are in a similar position with Goldie," Freddy begin, catching Springtrap's attention.
"Let me explain."
Freddy proceeded sit down besides Springtrap.
"Listen, I understand where you're coming from, he lied to you, he left you when you wanted his help and you suffered for decades in isolation."
Springtrap appeared to calm down and nodded slowly in agreement with Freddy's words.
"You and I went through something similar, yes I wasn't abandoned like you...but I was lied too, Goldie kept secrets from us, at first I was angry with him for doing that, but now..."
Freddy leaned back and sighed.
"I see why he did it, he wanted to keep us safe from his mistakes, from what Vincent had done, he's been trying to right the wrongs of the past."
Springtrap opened his mouth to speak, but Freddy continued.
"Goldie wouldn't miss an opportunity to fix things with you Spring, everyone heard him two nights ago, he wants to fix the past, he accepted that he had hurt you, although he never intended too, he still sees you as family Spring."
Freddy turned to meet Springtrap in the eye.
"And if I know Goldie, he would do everything in his power to make that a reality."
"But he isn't here to do that," Springtrap replied, to which Freddy nodded.
"Then maybe you should show him that your willing to fix things, he wants you to forgive him, and I wouldn't be far off track to say that you want the same thing."
Springtrap lowered his head.
"Save him Spring, please we need your help, the Nightmares will kill him if we don't act and time isn't on our side, we leave in three minutes for East Chicago," Mangle plead, taking hold of Springtrap's hands.
It was then she noticed the picture, as did Freddy.
"May I?" She asked politely.
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"We rise where heroes fell."
"Inside a man made hell…"
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Springtrap only nodded his head, as Mangle carefully took the picture out of his hands, she looked at it, studying it's features in detail before handing it over to Freddy.
"This is the opening day of the diner," Freddy exclaimed, to which Springtrap only replied with a mumbled "yes."
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"Through streets of blood and dust…where weapons turn to rust."
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"You and Goldie look...so happy…like best friends," Freddy stated, amazed to see that a piece of Goldie's past had survived for this long.
Springtrap's reply was cocking his head to one side.
"Yeah...we were, times were good back then," he muttered.
"Before...'he' came...and ruined everything."
"We all have a common enemy Spring, he's the one who now has Goldie, doing God knows what to him, but if you still care about him...will you come and join us?" Freddy asked.
"Goldie would come and help you, if you were in a similar position...we know he would," Mangle added.
"Your properly right on that one, but I'm still angry with him," Springtrap stated, clenching his fists.
"I see your point, yes you two clearly have unresolved issues, but if you want to make things right between you and Goldie, saving him would be a good start," Freddy replied.
A mass of movement could be heard downstairs, followed by the sounds of people groaning, as if they would be carrying something heavy.
"Why is it all crumbled and creased?" Mangle asked, running her finger along the bent folded lines of the picture.
Springtrap sighed.
"I tried to throw it away last night amidst my hatred for Goldie, but..."
"You found that you couldn't?" Freddy asked, also running his hand along the creased lines that stretched from one end of the picture to the other.
Springtrap, slowly nodded his head in confirmation of Freddy's words.
Mangle, glanced at the bedside clock, one minute left before leaving.
The last throw of the dice...
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We're the fire."
"We're the change."
"We're the lost ones…"
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"Spring, Goldie has been an important figure in our lives, especially for Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, tell him Freddy."
Freddy grasped Springtrap's hands, making him look up.
"Spring, Goldie was a father figure to us in our youth, our mentor, he taught us everything he knew...I am angry with some of the things he's done, but I don't want him to die," Freddy found that without initialing realizing, he had put on a begging tone.
"Please, help us Spring, I know you have problems with Goldie, but,"
Freddy found a lump forming in his throat.
"I don't want to lose him, you, him, I and everyone else wants to return to the good old days."
He held up the picture of Fredbear's Diner in front of Springtrap.
"We want this, you want this, Goldie wants this, the Nightmares and the Purple Man don't stop until we are all dead and I mean everyone related to Fazbear's."
Freddy desperately waved the picture before Springtrap's grey eyes, trying to cement his point.
"GUYS COME ON, WE'RE LEAVING!" Toy Bonnie shouted from downstairs, amidst the sounds of multiple footsteps.
"JUST GIVE US A SECOND!" Mangle shouted back.
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"We're the storm."
"We're the last ammunition..."
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"If we reunite now, we can stop all of this, we can kill Vincent Afton, defeat the Nightmares and set about returning to this...being children entertainers, you want to be friends with Goldie, we want this, I know you want this and now's your chance to regain it, please don't ignore this Spring," Freddy begged, gazing into Springtrap's eyes.
"I want to help you and Goldie, I would like to get to know you a little better Spring, everyone would...I see you as family, don't you see yourself as family?" Freddy asked, searching for any sign of agreement from Springtrap, but he merely sat in a cold, deathly silence.
"GUYS WE ARE LEAVING, EVERYONE ELSE IS ALREADY IN THE VAN WITH THE GUNS!" Toy Bonnie shouted.
"Freddy, we should go, if Spring doesn't want to come, then that is his choice," Mangle stated, taking hold of Freddy's hands, as she slowly lead him away.
"DOESN'T GOLDIE MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU SPRINGTRAP!" Freddy shouted, trying to pull away, but Mangle, despite tough resistance from Freddy, maintained a strong grip.
Springtrap sat there on the bed, looking towards the window with a long yard stare.
"SAY SOMETHING SPRING!" Freddy yelled.
"Freddy, we have to leave, let Springtrap go," said Mangle, gently pulling him along.
Freddy closed his eyes and suppressed his tears, he turned to go, following Mangle to the door.
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"Through the smoke, through the bruised fallen brothers."
"Pushing on, to save all of the others…"
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"I'll come."
Freddy and Mangle stopped mid-step, slowly turning their heads round, they saw Springtrap standing up straight, basking in the sunlight's rays which poured in through the window, making him look like a angel.
"I'll come with you, I want...things to return to the way they used to be," he said, smiling for first time in two days.
There was the honking of Jeremy's van from outside.
"Then let's go, time is of the essence," Freddy stated, now pulling Mangle down the stairs.
Springtrap followed, but stopped upon noticing the Fredbear grand opening day picture lying on the bed.
"Freddy must have left it when he got up," he muttered, walking over.
He picked it up, staring it.
"Happy days indeed," he thought, smiling as he ran his hand over Goldie's face.
"I'll get you back."
"SPRINGTRAP, COME ON!" Freddy shouted from the bottom of the staircase.
Springtrap, folded the picture and placed it in his pocket, before running off down the staircase to join Freddy and Mangle.
"Come on Jeremy's waiting," said Mangle, pulling Springtrap forward towards the front door.
Jeremy was waiting outside, leaning against the driver's door with his house keys.
"Good to see you could join us Springtrap," he said cheerfully, clearly glad to see him, although he was also pleased knowing that the Fazbear wouldn't be left alone to his own devices.
He then turned to Freddy.
"You three get in and I'll lock the house up," he ordered, tilting his head to the van's open rear doors.
As Freddy, Mangle and Springtrap clambered in, Jeremy proceeded to set up the house's alarm and lock the front door shut.
He then got in the front driver's seat, closing the door behind him.
He turned back to see everyone else apart from Mike sitting down in the back, amidst the pile of guns.
"Everyone good to go?" He asked.
Everyone else nodded.
"We're ready Jeremy, just take us to East Chicago," said Mike, sitting in the front passenger seat.
"I know a quick route, should take us between ten to fifteen minutes, traffic permitting," Jeremy replied, firing up the engine.
He pushed down on the accelerator and fiddled with the gear box, as the van moved out of the driveway.
It reversed onto the road, with Jeremy looking both left and right, before setting off into the distance...towards East Chicago.
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"We are immortal!"
"When destiny reigns and no one can stop this hellbound train."
"When history listens, will they know our names?"
"We are immortal, cuz legends remain."
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They are coming...but are they ready?
I've got some good ideas in store ;-)
Hope you are all having a nice summer, Chapter 17 should be uploaded next week hopefully.
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