Here it is and I've made sure to keep my promise that the wait was worth it...hopefully you lot won't be disappointed.
This is more of an action packed chapter...again, sorry for any grammar mistakes which I missed.
Enjoy and a huge thanks to those who are actively reading this story. :-)
I used some lyrics from Sweet Dreams by Aviators in this chapter.
Chapter 19
Sudden Revelations
"Life is full of surprises…isn't it?"
Charles Heston
"Come on, the main office is this way!" Springtrap called, pointing in its direction as the others followed up behind, trying to keep up with him.
"Keep your voice down, we don't wish to attract any unwanted attention!" Bonnie hissed, narrowing her eyes at Springtrap, who only appeared to stare back.
"Where are we exactly?" Chica asked, trying to search for any clue of their current location.
"Errr…main corridor, and we've passed twelve to fifteen rooms on the way here…I think," Foxy replied, trying to remember.
"We should be close," Freddy stated, catching up, although in all honesty this place was like a maze.
He quickly locked his eyes with Springtrap, annoyed by his impatience.
"Springtrap, don't rush off, we need to stay together if we are to stand a chance of staying alive."
Springtrap dropped his fierce gaze and sighed.
"Sorry, I just don't want to waste time, Goldie's in here somewhere and-"
"I know," Freddy remarked, raising his hand to stop him midsentance.
"But we need to stick together, we wouldn't want to lose you too and I'll be damm if that happens."
"True, ok, I'm sorry for running off," Springtrap muttered, lowering his head like a misbehaved child.
"Apology accepted," Freddy answered.
He then reached out and patted Springtrap softly on the shoulder.
"Come on tough guy, let's find Goldie," he said smiling.
Springtrap gave a small smile, finding humor in Freddy's words.
"Ok guys let's go and-"
Looking behind him, Freddy saw that Bonnie, Chica and Foxy weren't there anymore.
Turning back to look at Springtrap, he leaned round and saw them all behind him, some way off down the corrider.
"HEY, WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT RUNNING OFF!" Freddy shouted, ignoring the fact that his shouting might reveal their location.
"It's not running off, it's walking off," Chica shouted back.
"Anyway, we got bored with you two gazing into eachother's eyes," Bonnie added playfully.
"IT'S CALLED A BRO TALK!" Freddy and Springtrap yelled in unsion.
"Oh, in the navy, you can sail the seven seas!" Foxy sang out loud.
"SHUT UP!"
Both Freddy and Springtrap ran after them, although they made no attempt to run away.
"Come on, if we've all sorted everything out, then we can continue," Bonnie said, tliting her head in its direction.
"Fine, it should be nearby, everyone just follow my lead," Freddy ordered, marching forward.
"Now who's walking off," Chica giggled, following Freddy in his footsteps.
"Shut up Chica..."
A few minutes later, the group had walked down several corridors, passed a countless number of empty rooms and didn't see a soul, no Nightmare or endoskeleton was present in their push towards the main office.
The whole floor was deserted, like it was of no importance to the defender.
"Strange, I thought if Vincent was up here, he would have someone guarding him or at least have the majority of his endoskeleton horde up here," Springtrap muttered, looking around.
"I know it's strange, maybe he thinks we're somewhere else," Chica suggested.
"No, he'll have something up his sleeve, he always does," Freddy replied sternly.
"Then we best be quiet and on our guard, we can't have the element of surprise wrecked," Bonnie whispered, walking very softly and cradling her gun in her hands.
Then Foxy raised his hook, instantly catching everyone's attention.
"Foxy what is it?" Chica asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Do you hear it…that sound," Foxy replied.
"Listen…all of you."
Everyone made themselves as still as possible.
But in the silence, there was something, a barely audible sound.
"Is that…music?" Bonnie asked, sounding confused as she tried to hear the sound correctly.
"Whatever it is, it's properly coming from the office," Springtrap muttered, trying to pinpoint the sound's source.
"Then let's follow it," said Chica, walking forward.
"Aye lassie, whoever it is, has just given themselves away," Foxy growled, following her.
"If it's Vincent or the Nightmares then oh goodie," Freddy laughed, hoping it was one of the two, as he gripped his shotgun tightly in his hands.
They moved through the corridors, following the sound which grew louder with step, but their feelings of uneasy were made even higher.
All out the five of them, Foxy had the best hearing, so they relied on him.
"Foxy, can you make it out?" Bonnie asked, creeping along.
"Something…pop music, it's echoing, catchy if I dare say so," Foxy replied, his ears twitching at the sound.
"Pop music, why, who likes pop music and why in here of all places?" Chica asked, clearly confused.
"That's a very good question," Springtrap muttered, his eyes having turned into narrow slints…like an eagle.
"Clearly someone's having a party up here," Freddy added, walking alongside Foxy.
"Only a mad lonely person would want to hold a party all the way up here," Bonnie commented casually who was at the back, bringing up the rear.
"Well, that narrows down the selection process quite a bit," Springtrap whispered, although nobody heard him.
Along the corridor, Springtrap's ears picked up faint words…barely audible.
"Going down."
"Won't remember."
"They fall."
"She won't."
"It's going down."
They were pieces to a puzzle which he couldn't solve.
"Come on, there's only one way to solve this," he said, marching forward.
"Curiosity did kill the cat," Freddy muttered, keeping his eyes on Springtrap to ensure that he didn't run off.
As they drew closer to the main office, the song grew louder and it defineity pop music…certainty from this century.
"Slicker than an oil spill."
"One more shot, another round."
They quicken their pace, narrowed their eyes, gripped their weapons, moving as a line of five, taking up the entirety of the corridor.
Up ahead was the main office, it's door almost closed save for a spark of light which shone through the crack between the wall and the door...someone was inside!
The song was ringing out, suffocating any other sound nearby.
"Jesus that's loud," Bonnie yelled into Foxy's ear.
"What, I can't hear you!" he shouted, straining his hearing to the best of it's ability.
"I wonder if the person inside is deaf?" Chica asked.
"Springtrap, would you kindly do the honours?" Freddy asked, gesturing towards the partly open door.
"With pleasure," Springtrap grinned, walking forward, gun in hand, with the others following close behind.
He switched the gun to one hand and with the other, he slowly pushed the office door wide open.
His eyes widen and his jaw hit the floor.
"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me!"
Everyone else's jaws also dropped.
For there was Vincent, dancing to Ke$haw's Timber with the office's radio playing at full blast.
"It's going down, I'm yelling timber, you better move, you better dance."
"What the fuck!" Foxy whispered, clearly as shocked as everyone else.
"Let's make a night you won't remember, I'll be the one you won't forget," the radio sang.
Vincent who was clearly enjoying himself, didn't appear to notice the five people behind him.
"It's going down I'm yelling timber, you better move, you better dance."
"Should…we interrupt?" Bonnie asked, looking at everyone else.
"Errr...let's…wait it out," Freddy replied, eyes guled to what was going on in front of him.
This was kind of interesting, the whole unfolding situation could make one forget about everything, it was that bizarre.
"Let's make a night, let's make a night, you won't remember, I'll be the one, I'll be the one, you won't forget, you won't forget."
Vincent's dancing got even crazier with the chorus, shaking his purple hair about like a rockstar...in all fairness, he certainty had a natural talent for dancing.
If you could do a 360-degree camera sweep, you would get Vincent dancing to Timber in front of the main desk with all of the security cameras and see the WTF faces of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Springtrap in the doorway.
"Wooooah timber, wooooah c'mon, wooooah it's going down, wooooah timber, wooooah you won't forget, wooooah timber..."
Vincent paused in a dramatic fashion at the song's ending.
He then returned to standing up straight and stretched his muscles.
In doing so he turned round…only to come face to face with five angry expressions, each one armed with a gun.
"Oh I see I have-"
He was instantly cut off by Springtrap smacking him square on in the chest with his fist, forcefully knocking him back into the office swirl chair.
"Company, yes you do!" Springtrap hissed, pinning Vincent to the chair with his hands.
"Where's Goldie!" Freddy shouted, grabbing Vincent by his neck and pointing the gun in his face.
"Where did you put him!" Bonnie shouted, pushing her gun against the back of Vincent's head.
"Where is he?" Chica asked, growling as she aimed her gun to fire between Vincent's legs.
"Aye, you've got thirty seconds before you walk the plank to eternal agony," Foxy roared, pushing his gun into Vincent's chest.
"Let me guess, your all going to kill me?" Vincent asked cheerfully, somehow finding the whole situation to be rather entertaining.
The collective response was all five guns clicking instantly.
"Where. Is. Goldie?" Freddy asked, his eyes filled with rage.
"If I were you, I wouldn't play any mind games."
"Mmmm…do you want the short or the long answer?" Vincent asked, tipping his head from side to side.
"Both!" Bonnie hissed, grabbing his hair rather tightly.
"My, my, someone's angry today," Vincent replied, chuckling to himself.
"Well, the short answer is that Goldie isn't here."
Instantly he received a smack in his rib cage from Chica.
"And the long one!" she snarled.
"Goldie…isn't on this planet…anymore," Vincent answered, recovering from Chica's punch.
There was a uneasy silence as all five stared at Vincent processing his words.
Springtrap was the first to explode.
"YOU KILLED HIM!" he shouted, putting his finger on the gun's trigger.
"YOUR IN FOR IT NOW!" Foxy growled, moving his hook next to Vincent's neck so he could tear out his windpipe.
"WHERE IS HE!" Freddy yelled, shaking Vincent by the collar.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!" Chica shrieked, smacking Vincent again in the ribs.
"YOU'VE GOT SECONDS TO LIVE!" Bonnie screamed, pressing her gun even further against Vincent's head.
Springtrap cast his eyes around the room, despite the overhanging light, it was actually dimly lit with most of the room shourded in darkness.
Behind Vincent on the desk was a series of TV screens, all displaying key parts of the factory, including the 2nd floor assembly area where the Toys were.
"You say I have got seconds to live…I sadly know you guys well enough to know that you won't kill me," Vincent stated, his eyes darting back between his five opponents.
"And what makes you think that?" Springtrap asked, returning his gaze to meet Vincent's.
Vincent smiled, slowly rising up to be eye level with Springtrap, who didn't attempt to hold him down.
"You want to know where his body is…don't you…and guess who holds the answer to that."
Vincent smiled, ever confident in his position.
Springtrap lowered his head, appearing to accept Vincent's words.
Then his eyes narrowed in anger, as he smacked Vincent down into the chair and pointed his gun at him.
"I'll search this entire place from top to bottom to find him and you won't be alive to stop me," he snarled, putting his finger on the trigger.
If Vincent were to show any fear at all, now would be the time, but he merely smiled.
"You'll never find him, I'll guarantee you that."
"Besides, you five won't win the upcoming fight," he said, turning his head to smile at everyone, who only returned intense stares of anger.
"Your surrounded by five of us, who are all holding guns pointed at you and you can't even reach your own gun, so how exactly are the odds in your favour?" Freddy asked.
Vincent tipped his head back and laughed, his confident laugther echoing off the office walls.
"Oh Freddy, haven't you worked it out already...were you always so slow?"
"What!" Foxy asked, running his hook ever so lightly against Vincent's neck.
"If there's one thing you should never put into a trap…it's me."
There was a glint of insanity in Vincent's eyes as he spoke.
"Who knows…I may just come back and haunt you for it."
Vincent leaned out of his chair and tilted his head sideways, so he could look past Springtrap and into the darkness beyond.
"Isn't that right…Goldie!"
"Correct Vincent," a smooth yet low voice replied from the dark shadows of the room.
Instantly Springtrap spun round and aimed his gun at the surrounding darkness.
"Come out now with your hands up," he shouted with his eyes narrowed.
The others held Vincent down in the chair, but their eyes turned in the direction of the new voice.
"Don't you recognise me…'SpringBonnie'," the voice hissed, moving about in the dark.
Springtrap pushed the flood of negative thoughts to the back of his head.
"Come out now," he ordered, he turned his gun towards the ceiling and fired to enforced his demand.
The shot rang out along the corridors nearby.
"Well…if you insist," the voice replied, followed by several loud footsteps.
It was that this point that Vincent decided to talk
"You see guys, I was actually telling you the truth, Goldie is effectively dead-"
Foxy pulled his hook against Vincent's neck, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"If I were you, I would keep your mouth shut!" he whispered harshly into his ear.
Then out of the darkness appeared a figure…with scarlet red eyes, dark golden hair sharp teeth, menacing claws, a tattered golden suit and a purplish coloured top hat and bow tie.
"Hello there, Springtrap, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy," it hissed warmly.
Springtrap was lost for words, his hands was trembling, struggling to hold the gun which he was pointing at that 'thing'.
"Why the shocked faces, don't you recognize me?" the figure asked, its intimidating eyes shifting from one person to the next.
Vincent threw his head back and laughed, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were so taken back by what they saw that they didn't even notice.
Only Springtrap could utter an audible word.
"Gol…die?"
"Jesus, where am I?" Balloon Boy moaned, slowly opening his eyes, as the first thing to return to him was the immense pain flowing throughout his body.
He remembered falling with Puppet, falling…just falling through nurmous pipes and having their bodies bashed against the hard metal.
Ok, now he knew why his body ached so much.
Turning to his left, he saw the Puppet lying on her side, eyes closed, unresponsive.
"PUPPET!" he yelled, crawling over and quickly shaking her by the shoulders.
"Mmm…what…," she mummered, slowly coming too.
"WAKE UP!"
"Balloon…Boy," Puppet mumbled, slowly opening her eyes.
"Puppet, come on, we've gonna find a way out an-"
Suddenly there was a rattling sound above them, their eyes turned upwards to see the pipes shaking about rather violently.
Upon quickly looking around, Balloon Boy could only guess that he and Puppet were somewhere in the basement…and that something else had followed them down here.
The pipes continued to shake all the way down to the entry vent, which hung just above them from the celling.
Sensing the inevitable, Puppet instantly sat upright and pushed herself away as quick as possible, now she was fully alert.
It was a good that she did, as several pairs of thin, metal, skeleton like hands reached out of the entry vent and pulled themselves through.
About ten pairs of greyish eyes appeared, brusting forth from the metal confines of the vent, scanning the area, ten heads swepping from side to side, making their motors grind against one another.
Within a second, all eyes fell upon the Puppet and Balloon Boy, the latter shaking due to intense nervousness, while the Puppet remained still with a determined look on her face.
The endoskeletons appeared to be indecisive, as if debating on what to do next, giving the Puppet ample time to reach out and grab BB's hand.
"Run," she whispered to which BB only nodded, eyes locked forward.
No sooner had she said it, the endoskeletons launched themselves out of the vent, flying through the air and landing on the floor on all fours like a cat.
Once they did that they quickly got up simultaneously and advanced to attack the pair.
BB had no time to mount a reaction as the Puppet got to her feet, pulled on his hand and dragged him away.
"Come on, we need to find the exit and the lights," she stated, desperately looking around in the hope of making anything out in the dim darkness.
Although they couldn't exactly see the endoskeletons they could hear them, mainly their motors wiring away in the darkness somewhere behind them.
"We need to hide, or we'll be caught," BB cired, trying to keep up with the Puppet as she pulled him along, heading blindly into the darkness.
He was right, out in the open they didn't stand much of a chance of survival, especially if the endoskeletons had night-vision, which they unfortunately did, removing the darkness as a obstacle.
Only to make matters worse, the endoskeletons were extremely mobile and now appeared to coming in from nearly every direction, the swift mechanical pitter patter of their feet.
Then Balloon Boy spotted something recognisable in the darkness.
"Quick over here, I think I see a door," BB exclaimed, pulling the Puppet along.
It was a door and one could only guess it lead to another part of the basement or maybe the exit.
The sounds of metal feet pounding the ground, only forced the duo to run even faster.
BB pushed it open, pulled the Puppet inside and slammed the door shut, blotting it closed.
The sound of the door slamming shut reached the endoskeletons who wasted no time heading over to investgate.
"Quick barriacade it!" BB yelled, looking around for anything of use.
Based on what he could see in the pitch blackness, BB guessed he and the Puppet were in a storageroom as he could make the outlines of metal boxes, cupboards
Puppet immediately grabbed one of the many cupboards and started to push it towards the door.
"Help me dammit!" she stressed, using all of her muscle strength to push the cupboard forward.
BB instantly joined in and together they shoved the cupboard against the door, which was a good thing as the endoskeletons immediately started in attempting to break it down.
The entire door bulged forward, creaking, moaning and cracking against the combined weight of metal which were the endoskeletons.
Within seconds Balloon Boy and Puppet had piled in their desperation anything they could find against the door, hopeful that it would slow the endoskeletons' progress.
The banging grew louder, as the door's metal frame groaned against the ever increasing force that was being hurled against it.
It was then that both Fazbears realised that there was only one exit and they had just run through it.
"SHIT, THERE'S NO WAY OUT!" Balloon Boy screamed, feeling the walls with his hands in the ever fading hope of finding of a hidden door.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Puppet yelled, smacking the wall with her fists, despite the immense pain which she received.
Several fist sized imprints appeared on the storeroom door, as the metal continued to buckle under the strain.
"HOLD THE DOOR!" Puppet shouted as she charged into it, the impact ricocheting through the door, knocking one or two endoskeletons back in shock.
However, they quickly recovered and proceeded to follow her example and to much greater effect.
Balloon Boy could feel his feet slipping under him as he couldn't match the endoskeletons' combined strength.
"PUPPET WHAT DO WE DO?" he asked, trying to hold the door with all his might.
Puppet look about, there was no way out, a horde of endoskeletons to their front, a brick wall to their back and there only being one exit.
"I DON'T…I DON'T KNOW!" she replied, clearly scared as she shook her head amidst the banging and electric screams of the endoskeletons as they bashed against the storageroom door.
They would need a miracle...
"Gol..die?"
The figure chuckled in amusement at Springtrap's pale face, shaking its head.
"No Springtrap, not Goldie…not anymore," it answered smoothly, grinning.
It walked forward, ignoring the gun which Springtrap was holding as it revealed more of itself.
"Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, are you feeling?" it asked warmly.
"Let me guess, you're Nightmare Goldie?" Chica asked harshly, studying the newcomer.
"It's Nightmare Fredbear to you dear, the term Goldie is much more recent," the figure sneered, flexing his claws.
"Where's Goldie?" Freddy sternly asked, giving 'Nightmare Fredbear' a death glare.
Nightmare Fredbear's scarlet red eyes merely narrowed as he smiled.
"Dead," he answered, with the look of a sadist.
"You're lying," Bonnie hissed, glaring at him.
"No…not really, he's dead and buried…well…perhaps not buried," said Nightmare Fredbear, pausing to think.
"You look like something that was half buried matey," Foxy muttered, scowling at this new opponent.
Nightmare Fredbear flashed him a smile.
"As you will soon be Foxy…very soon."
Freddy turned to face Vincent who was still being held down in the office chair by the others.
"What did you do to him?" he asked, although it was more a growl.
Vincent smiled in the face of Freddy's anger.
"Easy, I just swapped souls, Goldie for N-Fredbear."
"How?" Freddy asked, eyes narrowing as he pushed his gun into Vincent's face.
Vincent however just rolled his eyes.
"It's…complicated and lengthy-"
"HOW!" Freddy roared, gripping Vincent by his neck.
"Well, it goes a little something like this, took me a while to figure it all out, but basically Goldie's soul goes out, finds N-Fredbear's and brings it back to the body, however,"
Vincent's eyes glinted with mischief.
"N-Fredbear's soul overpowers Goldie's soul and in the process…he effectively…kills him."
An uneasy silence settled in as Vincent and Freddy stared each other down.
It was suddenly broken with Freddy smacking Vincent hard across the face with his fist.
"YOU'RE FUCKING LYING VINCENT!"
He then pointed at Nightmare Fredbear, who looked ready to pounce.
"GOLDIE IS STILL ALIVE IN THAT…MONSTROSITY!"
"Well that's the first of many insults to expect," Nightmare Fredbear muttered, eyeing his targets.
Then he heard a loud clicking sound next to his right ear.
He turned and saw Springtrap with a determined look on his face, pointing his pistol at him.
"Where's Goldie?" He asked, in a clearly demanding tone.
"You're looking at him," Nightmare Fredbear replied stubbornly, showing his sharp teeth or... were they fangs?
"Where?" Springtrap asked again, showing no desire to accept Nightmare Fredbear's answer.
"Why are you here Springtrap, why you of all people, considering the last few words you exchanged with Goldie," Nightmare Fredbear inquired, tilting his head to one side.
"As I possessed his body, I saw his memories, I relived his pain, pain inflicted by none other than you Springtrap."
"I came back to set things right," Springtrap answered, gripping the gun.
"Your too late," Nightmare Fredbear hissed.
"You are all too late to do anything about Goldie!" He snarled, glaring at everyone.
"But not too late to deny you victory," Springtrap stated, putting his finger on the pistol's trigger.
Nightmare Fredbear laughed, his deep laughter echoing throughout the room.
"You won't pull the trigger, you still think Goldie's soul is inside me, killing me would mean killing him and let's be completely honest Springtrap, you really don't want to inflict anymore pain on your 'co-worker'."
"I know what I did and I'm sorry Goldie, truly for what I did, but…"
Springtrap narrowed his eyes, his hands were shaking, the others including Vincent looked on in wonder, fearing what would happen next.
"I won't let you tarnish his good memory!"
There was a bang which rang out, but once the noise died down, it was clear to everyone that Springtrap had just shot Nightmare Fredbear.
Nightmare Fredbear looked down to see a blood strain dripping out of a bullet hole in his suit.
Returning his gaze to Springtrap, he let out a chuckle which turned into a full blown laugh.
"What's so funny?" Springtrap asked sternly, not getting Nightmare Fredbear's humour.
Vincent answered for him
"Oh Springtrap, I forgot to mention, as part of the procedure the subject does get quick healing abilities, but only for a day, it's part of the side effects."
"WHAT!" Bonnie shouted in clear disbelief.
"Yes, I was just as shocked as you were, but you'll get used to it," Vincent replied, smiling at the gang's pale expressions.
There was the sound of something metallic hitting the floor.
Everyone, but Nightmare Fredbear looked down to see a small blood covered bullet.
Springtrap looked up, seeing that the blood flow from Nightmare Fredbear's wound had stopped...in fact the wound had already healed.
However, what really caught his attention was the death glare Nightmare Fredbear was giving him.
"Bad move…for a novice."
He smiled, showing his full set of sharp pointed teeth.
"My turn!"
Springtrap had no time to react, as the gun was sent flying out of his hand and he was kicked to the ground.
Equally Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy couldn't prepare themselves for Nightmare Fredbear's attack.
Freddy's eyes could only register a goldish blur coming towards him, before he was knocked backwards landing on the floor, however he kept a firm grip on his gun.
Bonnie was thrown back in the direction of the doorway, feeling a rather sharp punch to the chest.
Chica suffered no less, as her legs were swept out from underneath her, in her panic she pulled the trigger sending bullets flying all over the office. Vincent had to dive towards the floor to avoid being hit.
Foxy's eyes only saw Nightmare Fredbear rush towards him, claws expanded, there's a collision and a swipe of his claws.
Foxy felt his back slam into the office wall behind him, in his blurred vision he could see Nightmare Fredbear towering over him, his claws raised.
"You always were 'out of order' let's make it permanent," Nightmare Fredbear snarled, putting his foot on Foxy's gun so he couldn't use it.
"FOXY!" Chica screamed as the Nightmare moved to rip into Foxy's chest.
Then several loud shots were heard, Nightmare Fredbear roared in pain as shotgun rounds penetrated his side, he turned to see Freddy firing his shotgun at him.
That caught his attention long enough for Chica to sweep in, grab Foxy and pull him to safety.
Bonnie also grabbed her rifle and proceeded to put holes in Nightmare Fredbear's back.
She watched in shock as the bullets were just pushed out of his suit, each time a new one went in, another fell out.
Instant healing abilities that only last a day, which meant Goldie was turned/killed a few hours ago.
Then Chica responded with her automatic as did Foxy with his pistol, firing shots into Nightmare Fredbear's body, covering him in bullet holes from head to toe.
Vincent meanwhile had taken the rather courageous decision to hide under the office desk, grabbing his gun in the process.
Then the firing stopped as everyone had just ran out of ammunition.
"Done?" Nightmare Fredbear asked solemnly, looking round, as everyone checked their guns.
His entire body pulsed, as hundreds and hundreds of bullets were pushed out, with his wounds healing at an astonishing rate.
"Quite a waste of bullets, I thought you lot were smarter than that," Nightmare Fredbear inquired, his eyes passing over his enemies.
"You don't shoot what you can't kill," he growled, stepping forward.
"I must agree with N-Fredbear, that was quite foolish," Vincent added, crawling out from under the office desk.
He instantly pointed his pistol directly at Freddy, putting him right between the iron sights.
"And if I may add, quite fatal."
He pulled the tigger, only for his pistol to be knocked out of his hand.
Vincent turned and saw Springtrap still on the floor, but aiming his pistol in his direction.
It was clear that he had just shot the pistol out of Vincent's hands.
"I still have ammo Vincent, so don't even think of shooting," Springtrap hissed, maintaining his grip on the trigger.
Then he saw Nightmare Fredbear approach him, eyeing his pistol.
He extended his claw out to him.
"Give that to me," he ordered in an authoritarian manner.
"You are in no position to resist."
"No…'Fredbear'," Springtrap hissed, glaring at the nightmare who growled back, his scarlet red eyes studying his greenish grey.
Nightmare Fredbear heard several clicks, he guessed that the others had reloaded.
"Don't even think of shooting me or Vincent, because I will kill you all without hesitation if you pull the trigger."
"Vincent doesn't have instant healing abilities like you, so one shot and he's dead," said Chica, smiling as she turned to face Vincent who had recovered his gun.
Nightmare Fredbear however smiled, going through his mind retiring recent memories.
"Goldie screamed as I took over, killing him in both mind and body, his last thoughts were…"
He paused to think.
"Of you four and preforming with his 'best' friend."
That caught the attention of the Originals, they turned to face him, and clearly they were interested by his words.
He turned away from Springtrap to face them, his eyes locking with theirs.
"You were the world to him, the love, the fun, the laughter and the entertaining of children, yet it all ended in tragery."
"Yeah, by that bastard over there," Foxy cursed, glaring at Vincent, who only smiled back.
"Are you so sure about that?" Nightmare Fredbear asked, catching Foxy's attention.
"OF COURSE, WE'RE SURE, HE'S MURDERED ELEVEN CHILDREN AND WRECKED OUR LIVES, WHAT DO YOU KNOW!" Freddy shouted, glaring at Nightmare Fredbear, who only smiled.
"Everything…more than you know Freddy, have you ever considered that maybe there's more to this, to why things turned out the way they did?" he asked.
"What do you know?" Bonnie asked, throwing the question back at Nightmare Fredbear.
"Secrets that'll turn your whole world upside down my dear, some of which are best left...forgotten."
"Yeah like what?" Chica asked.
Nightmare Fredbear smiled, taking opportunity in the lull to walk around.
"I represent Goldie's darkest secret, it was an accident, but it had terrible consequences for everyone…including you four."
He turned and walked toward Vincent, intending to shield him from any harm.
"However, I will give you credit if you can figure the truth out, but if you think you've brushed death before, seeking the entire truth will take you to places you don't wish to visit or…revisit."
Nightmare Fredbear smiled as he lay out a tricky puzzle for them to solve.
"I'll give you all a hint, it was in 1983 and that's all I'm saying."
He then turned to face Foxy.
"Foxy, being the one with the sharpest hearing, can you hear anything…anything unusual?"
Foxy listened, focusing on every sound.
At first it was nothing, but he heard it, a steady pattern…of motors grinding and metal bending.
That meant only one thing.
"ENDOSKELETONS!" he shouted as reality hit him like a lighting blot.
Freddy leaned out of the office doorway and saw ten, no twenty, no forty, no eighty, no...a hundred endoskeletons running down one of the corridors and crawling over the walls.
"JESUS THERE'S ABOUT A HUNDRED OF THEM!"
"Well played for time N-Fredbear," Vincent chuckled as Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Springtrap aimed their guns in his direction.
There was a storm of bullets, all aimed at Vincent, but all ended up hitting Nightmare Fredbear who stood like a stone wall, weathering every shot.
He was quick too, making small movements to counter every bullet, despite the speed in which his enemies changed their angle of shot.
"GUYS WE NEED TO GO!" Freddy shouted, casting his eyes back to the ever-growing horde of endoskeletons who upon hearing the shooting, quicken their pace.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME FREDDY, WE JUST GOT HERE!" Bonnie shouted back.
"WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" Freddy screamed, trying to be heard over the shower of bullets.
Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Springtrap stopped firing, but only due to running out of ammunition.
"I really thought you guys were smarter than this, oh well, it's my time to shine," Nightmare Fredbear grinned, stepping forward as his body rejected the bullets.
He advanced on Bonnie and Chica who were too busy reloading to defend themselves.
"No need for sleep tonight, sweet dreams are overated," he sang in a ghoulish tone, raising his claws to attack the pair.
However, Springtrap quickly moved in between Nightmare Fredbear and his prey and aimed his pistol right between the man's eyes.
"Sweet dreams then," Springtrap hissed, pulling the trigger, sending the bullet on its way.
Nightmare Fredbear screamed in pain, clutching his head as his body pushed the bullet out of his skull.
Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Springtrap took the opportunity to join Freddy by the office door.
Freddy was considering running around the Nightmarsh version of Goldie and shooting Vincent under the desk.
However, Nightmare Fredbear was quick to recover from his injury and continued to advance upon them.
Now they faced an unkillable Nightmare Fredbear to their front and a horde of endoskeletons to their rear.
"Great now we're caught between a rock and a hard place," Chica groaned, looking both ways.
"Now what captain?" Foxy asked, switching his gun from one target to the next, both were approaching the group at a quick rate.
"NOW YOU DIE!" Nightmare Fredbear screamed demonically, glaring as he neared them.
Then an idea entered Foxy's head.
"Captain I strongly suggest we join the others on the lower levels, this is a fight we can't win," he argued.
"Good idea, Foxy take Chica and Bonnie down, Spring and I will follow, buy us some time," Freddy ordered, unleashing a round of shotgun shells on the nearest endoskeletons.
Foxy grabbed Chica and Bonnie by the hand and pulled them back the way they had come.
Springtrap turned and fired at Nightmare Fredbear, although it would do little damage.
"Hey kids, do ya wanna sing with us, Spring Bonnie here has a new guitar."
It was clear that Nightmare Fredbear was using Goldie's memories to mock him.
"Hey Freddy, why don't you run along with your friends, later I'll train you how to sing," said Nightmare Fredbear in fatherly tone.
"YOUR NOT GOLDIE!" Freddy shouted, locking eyes with Nightmare Fredbear.
"I'M THE NEW GOLDIE, BOY, NOW LISTEN TO YOUR MENTOR!" Nightmare Fredbear shouted back, his golden hair swaying as he moved forward.
Vincent leaned out from behind Nightmare Fredbear, smiling with full satisfaction at the current situation.
"You heard him Freddy, run along with your friends," he playfully commented.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU VINCENT, THIS ISN'T OVER!" Freddy screamed, angry that once more justice was out of his reach.
Vincent looked back to the cameras on the desk, particulary at the camera for the 2nd floor assembly area where the Toys were.
"Well perhaps not over for you," he muttered, forseeing what would take place.
"Freddy, we have to go now or we'll be overrun," Springtrap stated, shooting several endoskeletons in the their respective neck joints which rendered them dead, but more and more kept on coming.
"Go Springtrap, I'll be right behind you," Freddy replied, keeping his eyes on Nightmare Fredbear.
Springtrap's eyes widen in shock.
"But Freddy-"
"GO!" Freddy ordered, causing Springtrap to bolt in the opposite direction, following behind Foxy, Bonnie and Chica.
Nightmare Fredbear approached Freddy, leaning in so their faces were almost touching.
"I'll find out the truth before you and your wretched kind can kill anyone else," Freddy hissed, glaring at his enemy.
Nightmare Fredbear simply smiled.
"Are you so sure about that Freddy, the truth hides in many places, plus I could kill you right now," Nightmare Fredbear growled, running his claws through Freddy's hair like a parent would do to a child.
"I am sure, I've uncovered so many things the last few days, nothing could surprise me," Freddy replied, swatting Nightmare Fredbear's claw away.
"What happened in 1983 will shock you and when you discover it's meaning and what it lead to, don't be too surprise to find everything you thought you knew being turned inside out," Nightmare Fredbear stated looking very stern all of sudden.
The endoskeletons were nearing, Freddy could hear them clearly.
He stared into Nightmare Fredbear's scarlet red eyes, seeing anger, hatred and desire.
"I know your in there Goldie, give me a sign."
Nightmare Fredbear however just laughed in his face, a laugh of pure amusement which mirrored the look of despair which resided in Freddy's face.
"He's dead Freddy, dead and gone, now get running."
His eyes narrowed, as he barred his sharp teeth.
"Before I change my mind and kill you right now on the spot!"
Freddy jumped back, denying Nightmare Fredbear the chance to kill him and started walking backwards away from the approaching endoskeletons which tracked him like predators in the wild.
"Freddy, a final word of advice, curiosity did kill the cat," Nightmare Fredbear stated smugly, watching Freddy's move ever backwards.
"And you will reap what you've sowed," Freddy replied sternly, making sure that he kept his distance from the endoskeletons.
He then turned and ran after the others, with nurmous endoskeletons chasing him, all of them breaking into a sprint on mass.
Nightmare Fredbear watched him go, vanishing down the corridor before turning back round to face Vincent.
"Are you staying here?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, I'll monitor things from here for a while, keep some endoskeletons around to guard me and lock the door," Vincent answered, now putting all of his focus on the security cameras.
"Then if you don't mind, I have some issues that need sorting," Nightmare Fredbear aggressively stated, flexing his claws and muscles.
"Feel free to do whatever you want with them," Vincent solemnly replied, to which Nightmare Fredbear's eyes glowed with forseen pleasure.
"I won't be long," he said, taking off in a dash.
Vincent smiled, approaching the desk.
He checked all the cameras to see if they were operating perfectly.
He could see the endoskeletons in the basement were hammering at one of its doors.
"Well they've clearly found something interesting."
He then saw the Toys walking around the 2nd floor assembly area.
"Like moths drawn to the flame," he commented happily.
He switched his eyes over to Mike and Jeremy patrolling the 4th floor, with no opposition in sight.
"Mmmm, I can't have them wandering around so freely."
Vincent turned to the twenty or something endoskeletons that were now guarding the office, they had taken the collective decision to stay behind.
"Five of you go and get any other which remain inactive and have them joined in with the group that's going after the Originals...once they were sorted with go and take the two men on floor 4, got it?" he asked.
Five endoskeletons all nodded in conformation and quickly left to gather reinforcements, before falling in.
With everything in order, Vincent smiled as he sat down in the office chair and learned back.
"Excellent, now that everyone is occupied, I can just sit here and listen to fourth wall songs," he laughed, feeling very relieved that the pressure was off.
He then pulled out a small package of CDs from one of his trouser pockets.
He studied them, going over each one.
"Mmmm…let's see what I've got here, Die In A Fire, I'm The Purple Guy, Purple, Not Here All Night, It's Time To Die, Sweet Dreams, The Monsters Under My Bed, It's Been So Long, Just Gold, Our Little Horror Story, Mechanial Instinct, Jaws, Behind The Mask, Game Over, March Onward To Your Nightmare, Home, Follow Me, It's Me, Survive The Night, The Show Must Go On, Noticed, Balloons, Break My Mind, Dream Your Dream, I've Got No Time The Puppet Song, Make This Puppet Proud, No More, Nightmare, Salvaged, The Final Chapter, Goodbye, This Is The End and Finale."
"So many choices," he muttered, trying to decide which one to play on the building's intercom.
Then he saw one that was perfect for the occasion...it was enough to make him grin.
"Aaa, now this will do just nicely," he whispered, opening the CD case.
"Freddy come on, the stairs are over here," Chica called, seeing Freddy run round the corner.
"I see you guys, I'm coming!" Freddy shouted, waving at them.
He knew the endoskeletons were closing in behind him.
"Your doing good Freddy, just keep running," Bonnie shouted, watching Freddy catch up.
However Nightmare Fredbear appeared around the corner with his eyes glowing bright red.
He quickly spotted Freddy and the others at the far end of the corrider.
"Don't fear what's coming, we can't fight off the urge inside, it's dark and your afraid of the devils that come out at night, let's make this easy, soon you'll haunt this beasts you hated, no need for sleep tonight, sweet dreams are overated," he sang, now in a more sinister tone then before as he walked forward.
Freddy turned round the instant he heard Nightmare Fredbear's voice, his eyes widening in fear.
"I thought I might come to see if you and your friends need a bedtime story, to chase away the night terrors, I've heard you four are having bad dreams."
Again he was digging through Goldie's memories and using them as a weapon.
"FREDDY RUN!" Bonnie screamed.
"RUN LIKE THE WIND!" Chica yelled.
"All too easy!" Nightmare Fredbear smirked as he instantly ran forward, swiftly closing the gap between him and Freddy.
Freddy turned round to fire, but Nightmare Fredbear was far too quick for him smacking the shotgun right out of Freddy's hands.
He then swept Freddy's feet out from under him, making him hit the ground with a solid thud.
Within seconds Nightmare Fredbear was towering over him, opening his mouth of sharp teeth.
"I never thought I would deprive someone of their forntal lobe 'again'," he sneered, grabbing hold of Freddy's head with his claws and pulling himself in close.
Freddy of course kicked and thrashed about to break free, but couldn't as Nightmare Fredbear maintained his grip of steel and continued to open his mouth, showing his immense range of jagged teeth...like that of a Great White Shark.
"Sweet dreams...'Freddy Fazbear'."
Then out of nowhere, a reddish blur slammed into the Nightmare's chest, sending him flying backwards and freeing Freddy.
Foxy having landed on the Nightmare' chest, within an instant raised his hook and guided it right into one of Nightmare Fredbear's eyes.
There was a loud shriek of pain as Nightmare Fredbear grabbed Foxy and threw him against the wall in a deafening thud like a toy.
Freddy felt something grab him by the shoulders and pull him away from the action.
He turned and looked up to see Chica dragging him to safety.
"Come on, while he's in pain," she said, quickly pulling him upright.
Then a shot rang out, as Bonnie fired their rife, covering the other as she aimed to hit Nightmare Fredbear in the eyes as he rose up.
"Shoot me, burn me, stab me, burry me, drown me, hang me, but nothing can kill me, all your merely doing is delaying the inevitable," Nightmare Fredbear hissed, as vision soon returned to his left eye.
He stood upright, blood covered bullets falling out of his skin and hitting the metal floor, all the while Foxy picked himself up, clearly bruised by his impact with the wall.
Nightmare Fredbear ignored Foxy and continued to advance on the others, mainly Bonnie seeing how she was the one firing at him.
"I cannot kill you," Bonnie muttered, firing at Nightmare Fredbear repeatedly.
"Clever girl," Nightmare Fredbear chuckled, approaching her with vicious intent.
Then Bonnie pulled on the trigger sending a bullet right into Nightmare Fredbear's right eye.
"But I can hurt you," she replied, as Nightmare Fredbear screamed amidst the agony he had received.
At that point Foxy leapt onto Nightmare Fredbear's back, digging his hook into the Nightmare's shoulder blade.
Nightmare Fredbear grunted, although he was more concerned with the pain he was receiving from his right eye.
He reached round with one hand and grabbed Foxy by the arm, not caring that it would tear the hook out of his shoulder.
He then pulled Foxy away and threw him forward, forcing Bonnie to stop her fire as she didn't wish to hit him.
Foxy landed next to Chica and Freddy, whom the former immediately proceeded to try and help him up.
Nightmare Fredbear took the lull as an opportunity to charge, heading straight for Bonnie.
She had no time to react as Nightmare Fredbear bashed her to the floor.
He proceeded to kick her rifle away.
"However, with you my dear," Nightmare Fredbear sneered, flexing his claws.
"I can kill you."
He slammed his foot onto Bonnie's chest, aiming to crush her ribcage.
"Die!" he hissed sadistically, his scarlet red eyes glowing with immense enjoyment as he watched her struggle.
Bonnie try to push Nightmare Fredbear's foot off, but he continued to apply a steady pressure to her chest.
He could feel her bones begin to buckle under the weight.
"YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
Suddenly Freddy slammed into Nightmare Fredbear, knocking him backwards and freeing Bonnie who wasted no time in crawling away to safety.
However, any momentum Freddy had gained, he lost it within seconds.
Nightmare Fredbear smiled, as he griped Freddy's wrists, twisting them backwards.
"You can't beat me Freddy, in the end I will win."
"You've seen nothing yet 'Fredbear'," Freddy replied, gritting his teeth as he dug his feet in.
As Freddy wrestled with Nightmare Fredbear, Bonnie retrieved her rifle, while Foxy now fully recovered, picked up his pistol and Chica checked her automatic for ammunition.
"We can't kill him," Bonnie cried stating the obvious.
"Yeah, but we can't let him roam free around the factory either, what if he runs into BB and the Puppet or Mike and Jeremy?" Chica asked.
"I know that, but we have contain him, at least for twenty four hours," Foxy added shrugging his shoulders.
Then Bonnie realised something.
"Wait a minute, guys where's Springtrap?" she asked, looking around.
"He was right with us," Chica replied, also noticing that Springtrap was nowhere to be seen.
"GUYS, A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE!" Freddy shouted as Nightmare Fredbear twisted his hands back.
"You'll die first, then Bonnie, then Chica and finally Foxy, it always was in that order," Nightmare Fredbear hissed, his eyes gleaming with joy.
"You cannot delay me killing you…slowly…painfully."
"Your right and I can give you an example of that," Freddy replied smiling.
He then kneed Nightmare Fredbear hard in the groin, causing him to fall onto his knees.
"Yep that old trick still works," Freddy muttered jumping backwards to avoid Nightmare Fredbear's attempts to swipe at him with his claws.
"You bastard!" Nightmare Fredbear hissed clutching his groin, clearly in pain.
Freddy turned and ran back to join the others, with Chica throwing him his shotgun, which he caught.
"Thanks Chica," he said to which she smiled warmly in response.
Nightmare Fredbear rose up slowly, at the same time the endoskeleton horde arrived at the far end of the corridor.
Their robotic eyes spotted the firefight taking place and they eagerly rushed forward to join in.
Only now there appeared to more of them than last time, about two hundred at best.
"Here comes the cavalry," Nightmare Fredbear muttered, his eyes meeting that of the four Fazbears.
He decided to yet again attempt a physiological approach, digging once more into Goldie's memories.
"Freddy, I see you've been using the microphone that I gave you, keep it up and you'll go far."
"Bonnie, how's the guitar practice going, I know you wanna make it big as a rockstar."
"Chica, remember to look pretty, smile and hold your cupcake high, we don't want the children to steal it."
"Foxy, I love your pirate act, but I think wearing an eye patch might help boost your performance even further."
It was creepy how much he sounded like Goldie, even more so that he looked a lot like him.
It was like they were mirror opposites...well they were.
"I see you four have been practising hard recently, why not give me a show before the real thing," Nightmare Fredbear asked, casually walking forward with his arms out stretched.
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all smiled at one another.
"Sure, we'll give you a show," said Freddy, raising his shotgun as did the other three with theirs..
They fired…
Bullets of all variants, shotgun shells and pistol rounds pierced Nightmare Fredbear, hitting him in the chest, the head, arms, legs, shoulders and stomach.
The endoskeletons having wised up from their previous encounters backed off, not wanting to experience the punishment of fire that Nightmare Fredbear was obviously enduring.
The four Fazbears were unrelating in their defence, all eyes forward and standing their ground as one.
A blast from Freddy's shotgun severed all five fingers from Nightmare Fredbear's right hand, a high powered shot from Bonnie's rifle shattered his left kneecap.
A spray for Chica's automatic rendered him completely blind in both eyes, while a round from Foxy's pistol penetrated his left lung, causing it to cease functioning temporarily.
Nightmare Fredbear staggered forward, but when a shotgun blast clipped his head, he fell onto his hands and knees.
They continued to shoot at him, decreasing his ability to push himself upright.
He groaned in agony as parts of his body struggled to kept themselves functioning, even with the instant healing it didn't numb the sheer scale of pain which he received.
Then like a monsoon it abruptly ceased, giving way to an uneasy silence.
Nightmare Fredbear slowly raised his head, in his recovering vision he could make out the figures of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy holding their now empty guns.
"Was that a good enough show for you Fredbear?" Freddy asked, briefly switching his vision over to the endoskeletons to see if they'd make a move, now that the firing had stopped.
Nightmare Fredbear laughed with strained breath as he pushed himself up off the floor, his body a complete mess of mangled limps and bullet holes.
"Good, I thought it was fucking brilliant, you've clearly been listening," he hissed, straightening his purple top hat and bow tie as his body now repaired itself with relative ease.
"I however can stage the finale."
Then he bolted forward, in the process of doing so it hit the Fazbears that they had made the costly mistake of not taking the opportunity to reload.
There was no time to move as Nightmare Fredbear slammed into all four of them, pushing them up against the wall and trapping them there.
Their guns were once again knocked out of their hands, landing too far away for them to reach.
Now one would think that four would be able to overpower one, but even after taking in something like two hundred bullets Nightmare Fredbear was still very strong, a clear sign of his instant healing abilities as well as awesome unnatural strength.
"Look at you four wiggle and squirm like little children, in a way it's fairly ironic seeing you trapped like rats," he stated, smiling as he increased the pressure.
"How is this ironic?" Bonnie asked, feeling the tension increase on her chest.
Nightmare Fredbear's eyes glowed with sadistic delight as he spoke.
"Because you gonna die in the same way as one would do in a suit… crushed to death."
He pushed himself against them, aiming to crack their bones.
Meanwhile the endoskeletons took the opportunity to rush forward in support of their Nigtmarish ally.
"How come you can overpower us, it's four vs one, this isn't realistic?" Chica stated, trying to break free from Nightmare Fredbear's iron like grip.
"Good question, it's because we Nightmares don't live in the world of reality, in the mind there is no such thing as reality and I've carried that across to this world," Nightmare Fredbear answered.
"Pity, your Nightmarish counterparts would have loved to see you like this, they'll be jealous of me I bet, but then again there is another version of you guys for them to kill."
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy struggled to breath as their chests could no longer expand.
Nightmare Fredbear started to go blurry, a sign their brains weren't receiving enough oxygen.
"Now you know how those poor innocent night guards felt as you four stuffed them into those suits in your blind possessed rage."
Blackness started to creep in around the edges of their vision, their lungs were screaming for air, but couldn't receive any.
Their hearing started to go deaf, almost blocking out the sounds of endoskeletons' motors or Nightmare Fredbear's deep laugh.
"Ha, ha, ha...ha, ha, ha..."
They could just make out his voice, singing to them a deadly lullaby.
"You can't wake from this dream, no one will hear you screaming, so hold on for the ride, I'll take you with me tonight, this nightmare, this prison, inside the suits we live in, don't fear me, together we'll have sweet dreams forever."
Freddy only had enough air left in his lungs to utter two words.
"Mercy..….please!"
Nightmare Fredbear shook his head and smiled revealing his full set of razor sharp teeth.
"Escape denied!"
Then there was a loud smack which filled the air as Nightmare Fredbear's head jerked forward, he looked somewhat stunned...dazed even.
He turned his head round only to be greeted with a solid metal bar to the face, knocking him out cold.
His unconscious body slid to the floor, releasing Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy from his grip and allowing them to breathe as they fell forward onto the floor, their chest racked with agony.
As oxygen surged back into their lungs, they looked up, their vision cleared to reveal Springtrap towering over them while wielding a large metal bar in one hand.
He held out his free hand, to which all four grabbed instantaneously.
"Come on, while he's out cold, you guys get your guns and run down stairs to either Mike, Jeremy or the Toys," he said, pulling them all upright.
"What about you?" Bonnie asked, picking up Freddy's shotgun as well as her rifle.
"I'll hold him off, you guys are properly needed elsewhere," Springtrap replied.
Nightmare Fredbear raised his head, only for Springtrap to bring the steel bar down upon him, knocking the Nightmare right out.
"No, you don't wise guy!" he hissed.
Chica then gripped him by the shoulders.
"It's suicide Spring, he'll kill you, you saw what he nearly did to us," she protested.
Springtrap looked away, lowering his head admist in thought.
He didn't look sad, but rather determined.
"I know, but I have a debt to repay and besides he won't be chasing you or anyone else."
Then came the sounds of Nightmare Fredbear picking himself up again.
Springtrap reacted with smacking the metal bar against his skull, knocking him out for the third time in a row.
"Where did you go by the way?" Foxy asked, eyeing the metal bar that Springtrap was using.
"I went off searching, found this in one of the rooms nearby, you should be using this on them, not guns, you'll waste ammo," he replied, passing it from one hand to the next.
"Provided you can get in close though, that's the tricky part."
He turned to face the endoskeletons in an aggressive pose, whom upon seeing the metal bar instantly backed off.
"Yeah that's what I thought," Springtrap muttered sternly under his breath.
Again, Nightmare Fredbear stirred.
"Go, go now, quickly, find the others," Springtrap ordered, pushing them in the direction of the stairs.
"We didn't get to thank you for saving our lives," said Freddy.
"You can thank me later, now go!"
Foxy exited first, then Chica, followed by Bonnie.
Freddy turned to face Springtrap, he gripped his hand with his.
"Good luck, Spring," he said, shaking his hand as he smiled.
"You too Freddy," Springtrap replied, returning the favour.
Freddy turned and left, running down the staircase to join the others below.
With the staircase door closing shut, Springtrap turned round to face his opponents of which there were many…
He saw Nightmare Fredbear rise up slowly, clapping as he did.
"Bravo, well done, didn't see that coming, but I can only be fooled once, so you better pay attention from now on," he said, locking eyes with Springtrap.
"I will, you're the only one I consider to be a major threat," Springtrap replied, gripping his metal bar tightly.
Nightmare Fredbear twisted his head from left to right, testing his spine as it healed, feeling it click.
"Your right, because I'm the only one you'll be facing."
He then pointed towards the staircase door as all the endoskeletons scuttled away from Springtrap and flowed through the doorway like a swam of ants.
"They won't stop my friends if that's what your thinking," Springtrap replied, watching them go.
"Perhaps, their smart though, they've learnt from their mistakes, more concerned with their own safety."
Then the door slammed shut with a deafening clang.
Springtrap returned his eyes to meet Nightmare Fredbear's.
"Now it's just you and me," he said calmly, raising his metal bar of strong steel.
"As it was before Springtrap, as it was always meant to be, I see you brought your banjo," Nightmare Fredbear stated firmly, eyeing his metal bar.
"You can't escape me."
Springtrap smiled, which Nightmare Fredbear returned with his own.
"I never intend to, I'm here for my friend."
"He's dead, I'm the newer version…more kid friendly."
"With those teeth," Springtrap shook his head in amusement.
"My my grandma, what big teeth you have."
Nightmare Fredbear's eyes glowed a fierce red.
"All the same for ripping your head off my dear!"
Then he charged at Springtrap, mouth wide open and claws out stretched.
Springtrap swung his metal bar at the nightmarish version of his friend.
He missed with the nightmare choosing to duck under and roll away before returning to stand on his own two feet.
"Impressive, how can you move so fast?" Springtrap asked, turning to face him.
Nightmare Fredbear laughed heartily.
"Like I told the others, I'm a nightmare, the laws of reality do not fully apply to me or the others."
He then dashed forward again and slid left, only for Springtrap to swing in that direction but the nightmare did the unexpected.
He didn't duck, doge or even jump.
He teleported...vanishing before Springtrap's very eyes, but Springtrap could easily guess where he had gone.
He spun round, swinging the metal bar with him and his suspicions were confirmed to be correct as he came face to face with his foe.
Yet his swing stopped short, it's momentum becoming undermined with Nightmare Fredbear being quick enough to catch in his claws.
Soon his fingers were wrapping around it, strengthening his grip.
It soon turned into a tug of war over the metal bar.
Seeing only way to resolve the issue, Springtrap charged home and pushed Nightmare Fredbear back, aiming to trap him against the wall.
Nightmare Fredbear however wouldn't go quietly.
He proceeded to dig his feet in and gripped the metal bar tightly.
"You know this is a nice change from my former occupation, much more challenging," he said, trying to yank the metal bar out of Springtrap's hands.
"Well I won't disappoint you," Springtrap replied, simply refusing to yield.
However, Nightmare Fredbear took the opportunity to take a leaf out of Freddy's book and delivered a swift kick to Springtrap's groin.
This caused him to let go of the metal bar as he fell to his knees in agony.
"That's cheating!" he hissed with narrowed eyes.
"Freddy did it, so why can't I?" Nightmare Fredbear asked, tossing the metal bar from hand to the next.
He looked it, swung it about a few times to feel it's weight.
"Nice weapon, but not really needed for me as you can see I already have melee capabilities," he said showing his claws for hands.
Then he tossed the weapon away, it bounced on the floor several times with a metallic clang before stopping.
"Now let's get one thing straight," Nightmare Fredbear stated, lowering himself down to Springtrap's level.
"I'm gonna give you a ten second head start, because I'm nice, but once those ten seconds are up."
His eyes narrowed.
"Your mine!"
"I'm faster than you," Springtrap replied, raising his head up to be eye level with his opponent.
"We'll see about that," Nightmare Fredbear muttered, pulling Springtrap up by his bunny ears.
"Now run along little bunny," he ordered smiling at Springtrap's obvious discomfort.
"Ten."
"Fuck you!"
Nightmare Fredbear smiled as he shook his head.
"No fuck you, nine, eight."
Springtrap turned and ran down one of the many corridors as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Seven," Nightmare Fredbear called out.
Springtrap knew he couldn't go down stairs or he'll run the risk of leading Nightmare Fredbear to the others.
"Six."
"Gonna hide, gonna hide!" He was panicking.
"Five."
"Can't beat him here."
"Four."
"Can't kill him either."
"Three."
"Can't let him escape."
"Two."
"Mustn't die either."
"One!"
Nightmare Fredbear turned in Springtrap's direction who was now a dot in the far distance.
"READY OR NOT, HERE I COME LITTLE BUNNY!"
That sent shivers up Springtrap's spine.
He looked back to see Nightmare Fredbear at the corridor's far end, his eyes glowing a demonic red and smiling like a Chestshire cat.
"IT'S TIME TO DIEEEEEE!"
Well there you go, Nightmare Fredbear has now finally arrived, I really enjoyed writing him in, to me he is somewhat similar to the other four Nightmares, being over confident and brutal, yet he's actually more down to earth than the others are...and he's quite smart, having a way with words.
The idea of using someone's memories as a weapon came to me shortly after I began to write this chapter, I think it's an interesting approach to beat your enemy.
I know that the instant healing ability was kind of thrown in, but I'll explain in much more detail as to how the whole process works.
There's a need to keep things grounded in reality for it to make sense, but the suspension of disbelief is also part of the story's lore so some things are just taken at face value.
The scene with Vincent counting off all the fan-FNAF songs is just a nice fourth wall reference to the size of the FNAF fandom and the release of Sister Location only increased it's song list.
Also there were some references to Aviator's Sweet Dreams and DaGames March onward to your Nightmare if you didn't spot them.
What you think of Nightmare Fredbear?
Please Review.