Hey all, things are now starting to change, beginning with this chapter, up until now I feel as if I've been wandering away from the lore of FNAF, so with this chapter we start to move in that direction.

Also we began to make more advances into the plot, regarding the background of the Nightmares and as to why the chapter holds its name.

Also we have another sing along song, 'It's Not The End' by Sayonara Maxwell & µThunder, all credit goes to them, although I have changed the odd lyric for the basis of the story and it is quite fast paced, so I've tired to accommodate for that when putting in stage directions.

Enjoy and yes, thank you RichardIII1955 and FXcypressXF for your reviews, they are much appreciated and yes I will improve on my grammar to ensure an easier reading.

And yes FXcypressXF, the Nightmares are just 'loveable' aren't they...my main aim was to have them as love/hate characters.

Enjoy.

Chapter 17.

Spirit Transformation.

"It's scary, what a smile can hide…"

Unknown

Goldie could see nothing at first, just darkness...thick, black, uninviting blackness.

"Where I am?"

He slowly opened his eyes, registering his environment.

From what he could see, he was in a large room, although he couldn't see the full breath of it, as parts of it were completely shrouded in darkness.

He also noticed that he was tied down, with his arms and legs bound by four metal restraints, bonding him to the rough uncomfortable wooden table which he lay on.

"Why?" He asked himself aloud.

As soon as he had asked the question, a wave of intense memories surged back into his head.

The attack, the Nightmares, his argument with Springtrap and then running away after an emotional argument.

"God dammit Goldie, you're not one for making yourself vulnerable," he muttered, now realising the hellhole he was in.

"No, you're not...Fredbear!"

Goldie froze the instant that name reached his ears, his old name...sure people had used it before, even when it came from Freddy and others he didn't mind.

However, they didn't know the reputation that name carried and it wasn't a positive one, almost no one had called him Fredbear in twenty eight years, it was nearly always Goldie.

He turned in the direction of the voice, finding its source in the shadows, invisible...however he knew its owner.

"It's you!" he hissed, his eyes narrowed as he try to shake off his bindings to no avail.

"Yes, it's me!"

And out of the darkness stepped Vincent, smiling that psychotic smile of his.

"Goldie, you're awake at last, I thought you would never wake up, considering how weak you've become all of a sudden with the lack of your ability to teleport."

"What do you want Vincent?" Goldie snarled, his face becoming a frown of immense hatred for the man who stood before him.

Vincent chuckled as he stepped forward, studying Goldie's behavior.

"You Goldie..." The man's eyes narrowed, as his tone became much more serious.

"For soul transfer."

"And I'm afraid to say that only you can fulfill this task, no one else is compatible...for this particular procedure."

He walked around the table, his eyes locked with Goldie's.

"Now, I'm not a doctor, heaven forbid if I ever was, but there's a hundred percent likelihood that you won't survive the operation."

"But then again," he looked up towards the ceiling as if in deep thought.

He then smiled, patting Goldie on the head.

"That's the desired result anyway."

"You won't succeed, the others will soon find out and they'll come for you, with the overwhelming desire to tear you limb from limb, you won't escape their furry!" Goldie warned, narrowing his eyes and scowling at Vincent.

However, Vincent's psychotic laugh wiped away Goldie's aggressive expression and replaced it with uncertainty and fear.

"Oh Goldie, my poor little Fredbear, if only it were that movie clichéd," Vincent sneered, pulling a sharp knife out of his pocket.

He then frowned, raised the knife up in the air and lunged at Goldie.

Goldie, let out a scream of pure terror as the knife came down, however it never hit him.

Still shaking, Goldie looked at the knife which had dug into the wooden table which he lay on, having landed only centimeters from his neck.

Vincent chuckled, as Goldie gasped for breath, relieved that he wasn't dead...yet.

"Just testing your nerves Goldie, to see if your fully awake," he said, tugging the knife out of the wood.

"Besides, this'll be the last time you'll be awake, I can promise you that with all honesty."

He then pulled on the metal restraints, tightening their grip on Goldie's arms and legs as they dug into them, threatening to cut off the man's sense to feel.

"Anyway, we have an important operation to perform, don't we Nightmares," Vincent called, turning his head in the direction of the darkness which loomed behind him like a shroud.

"Oh, yes we do!" four voices replied simultaneously, each one was a chorus of delight.

Goldie's eyes widen as four recognizable figures stepped out of the surrounding darkness and into the pale light.

Nightmare Freddy, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica and last of all Nightmare Foxy.

They all wore sadistic grins, with their eyes glowing indicating a demonic essence as they stared at Goldie like vultures eyeing a fresh corpse.

As far as his vision could tell, they now wore clothes strongly matching those worn by Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy.

The smart dinner suit, the two skirt dresses, one yellow and the other purple and the iconic pirate costume.

"Hello Goldie, how are you feeling?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, waving at him, while baring her two rows of sharp teeth.

"Angry, very very angry," Goldie replied, although it was more of a growl.

"They'll come for you five, there's fourteen of us, your army of endoskeletons won't save you, and the tricks you create can't prevent them from getting in and when they find you…"

Goldie's eyes narrowed, his full gaze was directed solely at the four Nightmares.

"They'll show you what fear really is and you'll regret ever setting foot on this earth."

Nightmares appeared to take no notice of his words, as they walked forward, still smiling like Cheshire cats.

"I mean it, don't think I'm bluffing, you five will make a mistake and you will regret it, your massive egos won't see it coming!" Goldie shouted.

"Where do you four even come from, a nightmare of some sort, did Vincent reach out to the supernatural."

Vincent laughed, as he prepared a needle, which he had pulled out of his pocket.

"Well, your right on the supernatural part, keep going Goldie, you'll get the story right."

Then his face went dark and foreboding.

"That's if you can keep yourself conscious when the pain starts."

Goldie ignored his words and kept on going.

"You'll die in a fire, in the fire that awaits you five in hell and that's-"

Nightmare Chica viciously smacked Goldie right across the face with her claws in her bloodlust like rage.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF NOSTALGIC SHIT!" she screamed, her high shrill voice echoing throughout the room.

"IT'S YOU WHO WILL DIE IN A FIRE, YOUR END IS NOW, WHEN NIGHTMARE FREDBEAR COMES TO CLAIM AND DESTROY YOU, WE'LL BE THE ONESLEFT LAUGHING!"

"Vincent, are we ready to begin?" Nightmare Freddy asked, locking eyes with him.

Vincent twisted his head left to right.

"Almost, I just need to administer one little thing."

He then stabbed Goldie in the arm with the needle and injected the unknown chemicals into his bloodstream, the sensation made Goldie's body go stiff for a few seconds.

"That should make him more compatible to the process, plus it'll overload his senses," Vincent muttered, throwing the needle into a nearby bin before heading back into the darkness.

"Get ready for a wild ride laddie, your entire world will be turned upside down, you'll hate it, but hopefullyNightmare Fredbear will be quick and spare you any major pain," Nightmare Foxy commented.

"Although he will bite, it's quite nasty really, but then again, it's nothing you hadn't done before, if you remember 1983," Nightmare Freddy stated, staring at Goldie with his dark red eyes.

"You do remember 1983 Goldie, don't you…with the child?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, battering her twisted eye lashes.

Goldie didn't answer, he only stared back at the four Nightmares with a blank expression.

"That poor little boy, he was so scared of that restaurant, his brother kept on tormenting him with that Foxy face mask, he would cry everyday and then those bullies including his brother, pushed him into your mouth, down came the teeth and CRACK!" Nightmare Chica shouted, clapping her hands together.

She glared at Goldie, an intense hatred was burning in her eyes.

"You broke his mind and within that twisted, fragmented, broken mind, we emerged, his nightmares with the sharp teeth, nasty claws and disfigured forms, we tortured him, night after night in a vicious never-ending cycle."

Nightmare Freddy smiled, displaying his sharp teeth.

"So, Goldie in a rather ironic twist, your actions gave away to our creation, I guess we…owe you our entire existence."

He gripped his head, mocking shock.

"Oh, my God, we're actually indebted to someone!"

He then smirked and laughed.

"Oh well, your gonna die anyway, and I personally prefer to remain free of owing people favours, it means I'm in charge of my own life, no one has power over me."

He tipped his head to oneside amid deep thought.

"Unless you consider..."

He shook head, dismissing his thoughts.

"Anyway, you'll be asleep soon."

He then turned his head back.

"Ready Vincent?" he shouted with glee.

"Ready!" Vincent shouted back from somewhere within the darkness that covered the majority of the room.

Goldie heard the sound of something click, then the room was lit up in a flood of immense light, blinding him.

When he regained his vision, Goldie froze, his blood turning cold when he saw the machine Vincent had made for the procedure.

It was made of metal and was a gothic black in colour, that was clear to see.

The back part appeared to be a massive electric generator of sorts, while the middle was a series of metallic steel tubes and glass pipes each one holding a unique set of chemicals inside, judging by their respective colours.

However, it was the front part that caught Goldie's attention most of all, it looked like a spider unfolding it's eight legs which appeared be sharp needles, yet in the middle was a bright white light which looked more like a mouth opening up.

"Shall we begin ladies and gentlemen?" Vincent asked, smiling as he powered up the machine which responded with a humming noise.

"YES, LET CHAOS REIGN!" Nightmare Bonnie screamed, jumping up and down.

"LET'S EMBRACE NIGHTMARE FREDBEAR!" Nightmare Chica shouted, punching her fists in the air.

"TIME TO SENTENCE THIS COWARD TO DAVEY JONES'S LOCKER!" Nightmare Foxy howled, pointing at the pale faced Goldie, whose eyes were glued to the machine.

"IT'S TIME FOR THE FOUR TO BECOME FIVE!" Nightmare Freddy roared, as his Freddy heads slither out of his shelves to emit an ear piercing shriek of delight.

"If you want that, then come and help me push this dam thing, it took several hours for me to build and you four did nothing, but almost blow your cover," Vincent groaned, as he pushed the machine forward with all his strength.

The Nightmares eagerly ran forward, got behind Vincent and proceeded to push the machine forward, the sound of metal scratching metal echoed off the old decayed stone walls of the building.

Goldie watched as the spider like machine was pushed forward so it was just above him, the white light staring into his eyes nearly blinded him.

And all the while the spider legs appeared to hover above like an array of crows, surrounding a dying animal.

"They'll come, Spring will come for me, they all will," he whispered, closing his eyes and thinking of home...the sweet aura of home.

"They care, I've cared for them, they will come for me, I'm not alone."

A crackle of bemused laughter interrupted his thoughts.

He turned and saw Nightmares Bonnie and Chica laughing at him, clearly amused by his attempts to reassure himself.

"No one is coming to save you Goldie, you're all alone here," Nightmare Bonnie hissed, reaching across to stroke his golden hair.

"It's just us lot and you…"

She run her finger like claws through hair, like a scythe running across field of golden wheat in the summertime.

"Families are interconnected, they act like chains, they're long, strong and binding, but just like chains."

She then sharped pulled on his hair, tugging several lines out, causing Goldie to scream out in pain as the hair was ripped from their roots.

"They can be broken and broken permanently," she laughed.

"N-Bonnie!"

The Nightmare in question, turned to see Vincent gazing over in her direction, expressing a look of command.

"Do not proceed to tear out all his hair."

"Why not, besides Nightmare Fredbear will just grow it all back when he takes over," Nightmare Bonnie replied gleefully.

"Well…you are right in that," Vincent muttered plainly, turning his attention to the machine's internal settings, preparing it for the job that it was solely made to do.

Meanwhile Nightmare Foxy cradled Goldie's head in his hands or his hand and hook as he leaned in over him.

"Well, your 'family'."

He spat the word out like it was poison.

"Isn't here, but someone cared enough that they tried to intervene, troublesome little bitch that she was," he growled.

"Who?" Goldie asked, focusing his eyes on Nightmare Foxy, who looked towards the others.

"Should I tell him?" he asked.

"He'll be dead within fifteen minutes, so why not," Nightmare Freddy shrugged, giving off a plain expression.

Nightmare Foxy smiled, revealing his sharp fangs for teeth as his lips moved to form a sinister grin of pure sadism.

"Well, while you were 'knocked out', Toy Chica stumbled upon our little operation and well, it was one thing after another, first Toy Chica comes along, then we have a massive car chase with the police, cars destroyed, people killed, many innocent people might I add and all of it with Toy Chica hanging onto the van, trying to save you."

Goldie looked shocked as he spoke.

"Toy Chica, she tried to save me?"

"Duh idiot of course she did, she was hanging onto the side, while a gunbattle took place between N-Foxy and police, she even fought with N-Foxy for the gun and she was so determined to rescue you," Nightmare Chica stated, rolling her eyes.

"Aye, she nearly ripped the dam thing out of my hand, but I gave her a little warning, needless to say it involved her hand and my teeth."

"You bit her, you bastard!" Goldie shouted, fighting hard with his restraints to break free.

"Oh, she screamed Goldie, she screamed like a newborn babe, there was blood, fear, the cracking of bones!" Nightmare Foxy was clearly taking pleasure in firing up Goldie's rage.

"You know I won't be at all surprised to find out that she has a'thing' for you Goldie…not surprised at all," he whispered in Goldie's ear.

Goldie growled, as he tugged aggressively against his restraints.

"Oh…but don't worry, you'll never find out whether such a rumor is true," the Nightmare cooed softly, which only made Goldie ever angrier.

"Oh, looks like someone is getting cranky," Nightmare Bonnie sang in her high pitch singing voice.

"I think the toddler needs a little 'time out'," said Nightmare Freddy, smiling as Goldie pulled restlessly on his restraints.

"He'll be out cold soon anyway," Nightmare Chica added, to which the other Nightmares laughed.

Vincent was checking the machine's internal settings, when the unexpected happened.

The metal restraints which were holding Goldie down…broke.

There was a loud metallic snap as the first one went, followed swiftly by several more.

The Nightmares were too busy laughing that they failed to notice that Goldie was now free.

They only truly noticed when Nightmare Chica received a swift full on kick to the mouth, cracking several of her teeth and sending her flying backwards.

Before the others could react, Goldie smacked Nightmare Bonnie in the chest, before giving her a serious headbutt, there was crack of bone and the smell of blood as Nightmare Bonnie was knocked backwards and fell onto the floor.

She screamed agony as she clutched her nose whilst it bled.

Nightmare Foxy raised his hook to strike Goldie in the shoulder as was his favourtive area to hit, but he was servely punched in the jaw, which caused his mouth to shut, the force of smashing his teeth together, caused several of them to crack.

He was then punched in the stomach and knocked backwards, but Nightmare Freddy due to several personal reasons got the worse treatment.

Goldie proceeded to kick him in the groin, grabbed his arm and kicked his feet out from under him.

This caused him to do a somersault in which Goldie dislocated his arm.

Nightmare Freddy screamed in pain, altering the other Nightmares and Vincent, as he fell to the ground, clutching his arm and moaning in agony.

"Oh please, you've put people though worse scenarios, that was merciful when compared to their pain and besides, I thought you liked that sort of stuff!" Goldie hissed, towering over him.

Goldie turned and saw Vincent, who was shocked by what he had just witnessed.

"YOU!" Goldie snarled, approaching him.

Vincent pulled a taser out of his pocket and fired, he was always armed for anything that guy.

The taser hit Goldie square on in the shoulder, he momentarily stumbled, but proceeded to rip the taser off in his anger, defying its power to numb him out cold.

Vincent fired another taser, this one hitting Goldie in the chest, again Goldie was briefly stopped in his tracks, but only to tear it off in his rage and continue his hard-pressed march towards Vincent.

Goldie viciously grabbed the man by the shoulders and shoved him hard against the machine, it was done with so much force that it shook from side to side.

"YOU COLD HEARTED BASTARD!" Goldie screamed, his hate filled dark red eyes stared into Vincent's.

He grabbed Vincent's head, pulled it back and bashed it against the machine's metal covering.

A sharp metallic clang rang out across the room.

"WHY?" Goldie screamed, repeating bashing Vincent's head against the machine, the clanging noise it made filled his ears.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT!"

Goldie grabbed Vincent's throat and started to squeeze, cutting into Vincent's windpipe.

"DO YOU GET A KICK FROM DOING THAT, KILLING KIDS!" Goldie roared as he strangled the life out Vincent, who proceed to grab at his throat.

"DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A MAN, BECAUSE YOUR PUTTING SOMEONE SMALLER THAN YOU DOWN, IS THAT IT, BECAUSE YOUR MOTIVATION IS AN ENIGMA!"

Vincent pulled hard against Goldie's hands in a desperate yet pointless attempt to free himself.

"TELL ME VINCENT!" Goldie roared, he could feel his hands pushing against Vincent's collarbone.

"It's…personal," Vincent squeaked, with his hands clawing away at Goldie's, but to no effect.

"I WANT TO KNOW VINCENT, ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Goldie shouted, his eyes were filled with immense hatred.

Yet before Vincent could respond, several pairs of hands grabbed Goldie from behind.

The Nightmares pulled him away from Vincent, who instantly fell to the floor, gasping for breath, leaving him almost limp and dazed.

Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy proceeded to hold Goldie down and beat him viciously in reprisal.

Nightmare Foxy raised his hook, aiming to stab Goldie right in the eye socket.

"WAIT, DON'T KILL HIM!"

Four pairs of enraged murderous eyes turned to face Vincent, who was pulling himself upright.

"We need him for the procedure, for Nightmare Fredbear…remember," he stated, rubbing his aching throat as he leaned against the machine's side for support.

It was tough for the four Nightmares to repressed their desire to kill, they had suffered injury and wanted revenge, but somehow, they succeeded and withheld their original intention to kill Goldie.

"Get him on the table and hold him down," Vincent ordered, switching several switches on the machine, making it hum as dials turned from left to right as its internal engine sparked to life.

The Nightmares dragged Goldie, who still struggled even though he wouldn't win.

Goldie was forced down onto the table as the Nightmares fitted the metal restraints back on and this time they pressed down on his arms and legs to prevent him breaking free again.

Vincent, once he had finished with the machine and recover enough, turned to face Goldie with a stern cold look.

"You want to know why I did what I did…why I killed them, well seeing that you have minutes left to live..."

The machine's humming grew louder, as the spider legs were lowered down towards Goldie with the various chemicals flowing into all eight legs in preparation for the final stage.

"I might as well tell you the reason why, you've been rather patient for thirty seven odd years."

Vincent slowly walked round, as the machine's humming soon turned into a hurricane.

"It's quite personal, but you may never understand, given everything I've done," Vincent muttered, although he was just loud enough to be heard.

Nightmare Foxy stepped aside, as Vincent took his place.

He leaned over Goldie, his face being all that he could see, as he cradled Goldie's head in his hands.

"If I were to sum up my entire life with one simple phrase, I would say if I couldn't have it, then why should anyone else."

"So, you're jealous of other people…something which others have?" Goldie asked, his dark red eyes locking with Vincent's lifeless green.

Vincent laughed, somehow finding the situation amusing.

"Correct Goldie," he answered.

Goldie suddenly felt his senses undergo an overload, his vision was suddenly fading, everything he heard was now loud and unfocused, he felt pins and needles all over his entire body.

"Ah, now that'll be the first set of chemicals overloading your senses, it's only temporary, it's what happens next that you should be more concerned about," Vincent stated.

He smiled, a psychotic smile that would be entrenched in Goldie's mind for a long time.

"Well, you've waited long enough Goldie, it's time for the truth, please listen…if you can."

Vincent leaned in and whispered something into Goldie's ear.

Goldie could only just hear him, as he slipped into unconsciousness, the spider legs penetrated his skin and began to inject their own mysterious batch of chemicals.

The last thing he saw was Vincent, his eyes staring deep into his soul as the final stage began.

He smiled in a satisfied manner…for him this had been long been overdue.

The van rocked gently from side to side, as it entered the district of East Chicago.

Springtrap's eyes slowly drifted over the other Fazbear family members.

Most of them were asleep, resting their heads against each other's shoulders, taking the opportunity to rest while they could, they needed their strength for the upcoming storm, no one knew what to expect.

"We're here, rise and shine everyone, I'll be parking soon," Jeremy called, briefly turning round.

"God, this place looks like a dump," Mike commented, his eyes scanning the decayed shops that lined the streets, many had metal bars over their windows…not a good sign.

"Old infrastructure Mike, they never brothed to clear the place out since the 1980s, so it's sort of stuck in time as it were," Jeremy replied, driving past already parked vehicles.

(Apologies to anyone who does live in East Chicago, this setting is merely described as such for the basis of the story).

"Where do you think we'll find Goldie?" Springtrap asked from the back.

Jeremy lowered his head in thought.

"I don't know, maybe in the factory section of the district, those buildings can be used as hideouts, right now I would say they're our best option," he answered.

"We will find Goldie, he will be here somewhere, I can feel it," Springtrap stated, the determination in his voice caused the others to stir.

"Alright we'll park on the edge of the factory district, then we'll proceed to make the rest of the way on foot," Jeremy said, turning a street corner.

"Parking in five, Mike wake the others," he ordered, to which Mike nodded.

Mike leaned round and reached out, shaking the ones closest to him by the shoulder.

"Hey, we're here, come on its time to go," he said, shaking Freddy awake.

Freddy looked round somewhat distorted, only to look up to see Mike above him smiling.

"Come on Fazbear, the band can't play without its lead singer," he joked.

Freddy sarcastically rolled his eyes at Mike's attempt at humor.

Mike proceeded to wake the others, first Mangle, Chica, Toy Bonnie and the Puppet, who then went to wake the other family members.

Jeremy soon found a suitable place to park, stopping the vehicle, he proceeded to remove his seatbelt and jump out.

He then opened the back doors, letting everyone else out.

"Get the guns, pass one to every member, no one's going in unarmed," he ordered to which the others quickly obeyed.

"This is the perfect place to hide, old buildings, low police surveillance and of course it's social isolation from the rest of the city, here everyone keeps to themselves," Mike muttered, studying the surrounding structures which were barely livable.

"Right, lets search the area, this place isn't that big, so they won't have gone far," Jeremy stated, throwing Mike a rifle, which he caught.

"We need to find their van, that'll lead us straight to Goldie," Toy Freddy said, doing a quick scan of the area.

"They may have parked elsewhere and continued to their destination on foot, these Nightmares are smart, they know what they're doing," Toy Chica added, carrying a shotgun.

"Remember the police are onto them, they will want to hide away from surveillance," Foxy growled, his brown eyes acting like their own searchlights, sweeping from one direction to the next.

"Someone must have seen them, they can't just vanish into thin air," Mangle added, trying to think of any ideal hiding places.

"The police can't find them, they were right on them, how did they lose them?" Freddy asked, turning to face Jeremy, hoping that he could provide answers.

"I don't know Freddy, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Vincent was involved in their escape," he answered, shaking his head from side to side.

"I would agree with you on that, Vincent is beyond doubt behind this, he certainly has the capacity to reach far, supposedly he hacked the police's security systems and did something," said Springtrap, looking out for anything which appeared odd.

Then he saw something odd, but not how he would imagine it…

It was children…ten children…ten ghostly white see though children…all waving at him from one of the street corners.

"Follow me," one of them mouthed, whilst no sound came from its lips, it urged Springtrap to follow.

"Springtrap what it is, why the long yard stare?" Mike asked, walking up.

"Don't you see them?" Springtrap asked, maintaining his gaze.

"Who?"

"The ghost children," Springtrap stated, pointing in their direction.

"I don't see any children Spring," Mike replied, looking where Springtrap was pointing, all he saw an empty space.

"Nor do I," Jeremy stated, as he equally could see no ghost children to speak of.

But everyone else did, properly because of their link to them, being their anchoring point to the physical realm.

"I see them," said Freddy, looking shocked.

"As do I," Toy Bonnie added.

"Aye lassie," Foxy whispered, his eyes fixed solely on the children.

"Follow, follow," the children mouthed, urging them to come close.

"They want us to follow them," Springtrap ordered.

"They may know where the Nightmares took Goldie!" The Puppet exclaimed, obviously excited at the prospect.

"Then let's not waste any more time as it is then," Springtrap said sternly, running forward.

He was determined to see this through to the end, as were the others, hence why they followed.

The children jumped up and down as they approached, high fiving each other.

"Follow us," they mouthed.

"Do you know where Goldie is?" The Puppet asked, she knelt down to be at eye level with the children.

All of the ghost children instantly nodded and pointed down one of the side alleys.

"Can you take us there?" Chica asked, gesturing with her free hand.

The children immediately nodded again and then headed off down the alleyway, urging the Fazbears to follow them.

"I never thought we would ask dead kids for directions," Foxy stated, as everyone ran after the children in hot pursuit.

The children ran quite quickly, darting around corners, always at least five steps ahead of the Fazbears, at some points they nearly lost sight of them.

"Follow me, and you'll see," one mouthed, waving them forward.

"Follow me, to believe," another mouthed, beckoning them to come closer.

"Follow us and see the Nightmares in action," mouthed a third.

"They clearly know what we're about to face," Freddy muttered.

"I'm not surprised, they've seen a lot in the afterlife, so it's properly become the norm for them," Toy Freddy added, passing Freddy by in his effort to catch up with the ghost children.

"See the unfolding Nightmare in action, so follow," one child whispered silently.

"However, the truth's hard to swallow, but follow," a second hissed, but with no sound, it was like they rhyming.

"Where are we going, do bear in mind guys, Mike and I can't see theses ghost children of yours," Jeremy shouted from the back.

"It shouldn't be much further now," Bonnie replied, although she had no idea how far the children would actually take them into the district.

After five to ten minutes of running aimlessly through numerous alleyways, turning round endless street corners, the ghost children finally stopped running upon entering a yard.

The Fazbears were too busy trying to get a sense of where they were, that they only stopped when one of the children raised their hand to bring them to a halt.

It then pointed to a building just ahead of them.

Upon a closer inspection, they could see why, the building seen ideal as a hideout.

It was taller than the other buildings around it, held what appeared to be eight floors and looked old, decayed and neglected for years.

An abandoned factory perhaps?

"So…this is the place," Springtrap muttered, his eyes solely fixed on the building, ignoring the triumphant smiles of the ten children.

"Thank you, but how do you know this was the place?" Balloon Boy asked, turning to face one of them.

The child in question merely winked playfully and tapped their head, as if to suggest it was common knowledge.

"We can sense him," it mouthed.

"Let's hurry inside, get Goldie, kill the Nightmares and Vincent and then just level the fucking place," Springtrap urged, walking forward.

However, Mike reached out and swiftly grabbed him by the shoulders, before he could continue any further.

"Let's just plan things out first…I don't want to rush into a potential trap, they may even know that we're coming," he said, dragging a reluctant Springtrap back to join the others.

"Mike's right, we need to think this through, I suggest we all split up, that way we'll cover more ground quickly," Freddy stated, straightening his top hat.

By doing so he somehow adopted an aura of leadership.

"But who'll go with who?" Bonnie asked, looking at the rest of the gang.

Freddy smiled.

"I'm glad you asked," he replied humorously.

"Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and I will enter the building at ground level, we'll properly encounter the Nightmares, it'll be four vs four, we'll distract them while everyone else sneaks in via the back and then split up into their own respective groups."

"No!"

Freddy jerked his head round to face Toy Freddy, who was standing with his arms folded, look very determined to say the least.

"We'll face the Nightmares, while you four search for Goldie with Springtrap," he said, to which the other Toys nodded in firm agreement.

"Are you sure, laddie, they will kill you?" Foxy asked, waving his hook in a concerned manner.

"Yes, we know the risks as do you, we want to face them, it's time they learnt we're more than 'Toys'," Mangle stated bitterly, narrowing her eyes.

They never truly liked the term 'Toy', when it was being referred to them, it somehow implied that they were weak.

"Fine, the Originals with Springtrap will search for Goldie, byia the back, the Puppet and BB will sneak in by means of the outside pipes, so they can gain access to the upper floors through the ventilation system, while Mike and I go in with the Toys, but we'll divert and go up to the third floor and work our way upwards, that way the entire building is covered from top to bottom," Jeremy stated.

"How does that sound?" he asked, looking around for signs of collective agreement.

The gang replied with varying degrees of acceptance, it was risky to split up, especially when considering who they were going up against.

"Right, let's move out," Mike ordered, scanning the building's upper floors with the viewfinder on his rifle.

"The main entrance should be somewhere nearby and hopefully it is unlocked."

"Wait!"

Everyone turned to face Balloon Boy, who had remained stationary as he was pointing at the ten ghost children.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but aren't there supposed to be eleven children, not ten."

He was right, twelve Fazbears acting as vessels for eleven dead children, only now it was eleven Fazbears and ten dead children.

"So, where's the eleventh?" Balloon Boy asked, looking at his elders, he looked worried, it was a foreboding omen.

Several Fazbears scratched their heads with worried looks, as did the children.

No one, not even the ten ghost children wanted to admit what the missing child symbolised.

"Maybe their having some difficulties in trying to take form," Freddy muttered to which several others nearby nodded in agreement.

They didn't want to admit what they feared the most.

Springtrap raised his head, examining the building from top to bottom.

"We should just…go and…get this over with."

Everyone got into their respective groups and went their separate ways.

The ghost children just watched, slowly fading away in the summer sunlight, to where...only they knew.

Vincent, walked aimlessly down one of many lookalike corridors of the factory, humming quietly to himself.

He could hear the Nightmares singing from the floor's main room, ever since they had discovered Maroon 5 Animals, they had been listening to it non-stop along with the likes of Foo Fighters and Linkin Park.

Somehow, they really liked songs about teen angst.

His mind however, was on more pressing matters.

He knew the Fazbears well enough that an attack on one was an attack on all...pretty much like Nato.

He had kidnapped Goldie and knew full well that the others would come looking, even if they didn't know where he was…they would look regardless.

Best be on his guard then.

In a face off, it would be five vs fourteen…well to be precise, that was now properly an outdated calculation.

"They'll come…I know it," he muttered, scanning his surroundings for any sign of movement…nothing yet.

They could miles away, or very close by…he just didn't know.

"Why did you do it?"

One of Goldie's recent words, cut deep into his mind.

"Why did you do it Vincent?"

Revenge, pure enjoyment…or something much deeper?.

It so easy, taking one life at first, then five more and then another five…all of them…now somehow incorporated into his enemies.

What he had passed onto Goldie, held a mind blowing answer.

But it was why he did what he did, in fact in a rather ironic twist, the very people who hated him for killing children had helped turn him into what he was…well…one of them did.

Vincent had an agenda, a sick one yes, but he had his reasons…deep and personal reasons.

In every murder, he'd taken certain steps to ensure success, luring his targets in, making sure no one had seen them, and then killing them, before planting evidence to frame someone else...every little detail counted.

But now he questioned whether he had stepped into something, which he couldn't back out of.

For years, the Fazbears had reacted to his actions and every time he would easily out maneuver them, they were inflexible, stumbling about in the dark.

However, unknown to him…that would all change soon.

Deciding to rest his feet, he sat down at the top of one the factory's spiral stained steel stairwell and looked up at the decayed ceiling.

Throwing off the police was easy he had to admit, having the endoskeletons hack into their system and send them off on several wild goose chases.

But in hindsight, it was the Nightmares who had created the problem themselves, their lust for death and destruction attracted the police.

And they could have lost and the trail would right back to him…dam Nightmares.

At times they were skilful allies, but equally they had the manner of a rapid attack dog or a loose cannon, if their needless massacre of those warehouse workers were anything to go by.

They needed to rein themselves in more, they possessed cunning and shrewd calculation, but would give it up to satisfy their destructive urges.

Why couldn't they take a leaf out of his book and learn the brilliance of deception, which he had mastered.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, allowing his weary mind to drift back to the comfort of his younger years…as an employee at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

(Song part begins here, you can start it if you wish.)

Sees himself killing the eleven children with a sharp knife.

"A stroke of knife and kids are no more, worthless cowards full of horror."

Knocks the Fazbears out cold with a hammer.

"A stroke of hammer and toys are no more, those things aren't even worth a dollar."

He smiles all knowingly.

"They sure want to have a peak at, what is hiding underneath that."

Standing amongst the crowd, smiling.

"Oh, I sure do love my job here, no one will find out who murders..."

Shows Vincent walking pass people casually in slow motion, as if nothing has happened.

He puts on the persona of the perfect worker with all the grace and charm.

Shows him walking around the bodies of dead children.

"Ah, the lovely, sweet destructions!"

"The grand exit of innocent ones!"

Lures them forward, while wearing a suit

"Come on, come a little closer, I will make sure that you are gone forever!"

Locks the door shut behind him.

Puts on an innocent face as the manager calls everyone to attention on the incident.

"Who's the killer? That's a toughie."

Appears clueless.

"The suspicions? Well, that beats me."

Points at the cleaner.

"Maybe that's this other lad, oh boy, boss will sure be mad!"

Shows him injecting strange chemicals into Mangle.

"To alter animatronics, I'm sure glad I did mechanics."

Viciously grabs hold of one of the children.

"No, you won't escape..."

"Lure you in and then destroy you, making sure no one had seen you."

Is surrounded by the children's ghosts.

"But could it be that those eleven children, have returned to get to me then?"

Vincent backs away slowly.

"Listen there, you guys, relax, I was just messing with ya, I meant to do no haAAArm-!"

The ghost children advance on him, clearly enraged.

"So here comes the payback hour."

Vincent looks around desperately for safety.

"Do I fight back or hideaway and cower?"

Sees the Springtrap suit and hastily puts it on.

"Alas, the Spring Trap is merely nothing, I will get out and then we'll see whose laughing!"

He laughs as the Springtrap's eyes glow a bright purple.

Cuts to the 1987 Pizzria, showing the Toys on stage entertaining children.

Vincent watches their performance from the sidelines, vengefully glaring at them.

"A stroke of knife - children are no more..."

Five more children lie dead.

"A stroke of hammer - and toys are no more..."

The Toys are all knocked out.

Vincent smiles smugly.

"They sure want to have a peak at, who's the killer, that's a toughie."

Lures the five children away.

"Lure you in and then destroy you."

Messes with Mangle.

"I'm sure glad I did mechanics."

He puts the suit on.

"Making sure no one had seen you."

Vincent in his Fazbear staff uniform smiles at newcomers as they enter.

"Oh, I sure do love my job here..."

Shows him wearing the Springtrap suit, wielding a blood covered knife, while the iconic Freddy laughter echoes about around him.

Walks around the bodies of dead children.

"Ah, the lovely, sweet destructions!"

" The grand exit of innocent ones!"

Lures the eleven children away.

"Come on, come a little closer, I will make sure that you are gone forever!"

Is surrounded by all twelve vengeful Fazbears.

"So here comes the payback hour."

Looks around.

"Do I fight back or hideaway and cower?"

Sees the Springtrap suit and hastily puts it on.

"Alas, the Spring Trap is merely nothing, I will get out and then we'll see whose laughing!"

He laughs as the Springtrap's eyes glow a bright purple.

Cuts to Vincent casually walking pass Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Goldie who look at him suspiciously.

He then sidesteps Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica and Mangle who give him a similar look, before walking round the Puppet, Balloon Boy and Springtrap who glare at him.

They know he did it...but cannot prove it.

"A stroke of knife - and kids are no more."

Eleven children lie dead with their throats cut.

"A stroke of hammer - and toys are no more."

All twelve Fazbears are knocked out on the floor.

Shows Vincent holding a double locked box.

"They sure want to have a peak at…"

Shows Vincent smiling for a company photo in front of the main stage.

Oh, I sure do love my job here …"

(Song ends.)

The sound of rusty metal groaning instantly derailed Vincent's train of thought.

His hearing pinpointed the noise's location.

It was right below him, a just few steps down.

He immediately looked down and his entire body froze.

It couldn't be…how on earth could this be happening, he had to be hallucinating.

Except he wasn't…

For there, only a few steps below him was Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica and Mangle, all slowly making their way up the staircase and each one was holding a gun.

"If I could just crawl back slowly, I might be able to sneak off and then break into a spirt for safety," he wondered.

However, his 'grand plan', was shot down as the Toys just happened to look up at that exact moment to see Vincent, staring back at them with surprise and shock written across his face.

He nervously smiled, appearing to recover from the initial shock.

"Hi," he said waving.

"Fancy seeing you lot here."

Toy Freddy smiled back in response, but it was cold and uninviting.

"Hi," he replied, taking aim with his shotgun, putting Vincent right between the crosshairs.

He fired…

Sorry, again it is another cliffhanger chapter, but I like those types, it's holds up the suspense and keeps people guessing at what's to come. ;-)

If you want me to put more sing along songs into my future chapters, then just let me know in your reviews.

Things are about to go down, until next time.

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