Hey all here's chapter 21 and yeah, this is like two to three days overdue, but this was a long one and it needed to be checked before going up...you know correcting any remaining grammar mistakes and broken up sentences.
As the title suggests this is a build up chapter and you'll soon see why.
Also I want to ask a serious question to all of you who have read this far, do you find the writing style difficult to understand?
I just want to know how I could improve the quality of the writing so the story is easier to get into.
Your opinions would be very helpful.
Again this is another big chapter but hopefully it does deliver and there is a Mad Max reference in this one.
Also a huge thank you to FiveNightsAtFreddy's123Fan, Eric Cartman forever and Lightning-Kinkaku for deciding to follow this story, I'm glad your enjoying it.
There are a few lines from both 'Die in a Fire' by The Living Tombstone and 'Five Nights at Freddy's 2' by Sayonara Maxwell that I've used in this chapter.
Enjoy... :-)
Chapter 21.
The Calm Before The Storm.
"It's the deep breath before the plunge."
Proverb
After for what felt an eternity but what was properly five minutes, Springtrap finally spotted an open vent somewhere ahead of him.
Thank God, he could live to be a hundred and still not have found his way out of this metal maze. He slowly lowered himself down, carefully not to put too much pressure on his right foot or else he would surely scream in pain.
Upon landing, he looked around to see that he was in another corridor, however he couldn't tell what floor he was on. He couldn't remember the pipes going up or down so he could only guess that he was still on the 6th floor.
And right now, he needed to hide, ideally somewhere in which Nightmare Fredbear wouldn't find him and knew he couldn't leave a trail. He looked down at his bleeding foot, it had several teeth marks burrowed into it, all of which looked to have penetrated deep.
So he had to hop, raising his right foot off the ground and proceeding to hop down the corridor, trying to keep himself steady. Entering one of the many rooms available, he set himself down in the darkness at the room's far end and rested his head against the wall.
Only now would he allow exhaustion to overcome him for now he was out of harm's reach.
"God dammit," he groaned, examining his right foot.
"Just my fucking luck!"
He breathed in deeply, thinking things over. "Which situation was better, being attacked by a demonic version of myself, or being attacked by a nightmarish version of my best friend?"
Truthy he couldn't decide which was worst.
"At least I'm safe for the moment…"
He closed his eyes and tried to answer the many questions that were surging around in his head.
"There must be a way, to get Goldie back, if what Vincent said was true, then there just be a way to reverse the whole process."
And yet he had no idea on how to do that, capture Nightmare Fredbear, strap him down and try to recreate what Vincent did in the hope of getting it right somehow. He sighed as he felt his muscles unwind themselves, he wasn't in a fit state to do this.
And Nightmare Fredbear was un-killable…just to make his task even more difficult.
He wanted to go and rejoin the others, yet…he felt as if that wasn't the wisest of choices, they were properly all too busy trying to deal with endoskeletons or the other Nightmares, bringing in an un-killable tank would just result in a bloodbath. And God alone knows if Goldie was really gone, then the Fazbears wouldn't cope well with the loss of another family member.
So he would bring this monster down by himself…somehow.
Not a moment sooner…
Nightmare Fredbear slowly crawled his way through the vents, following the trail of blood that had bled from Springtrap's foot.
He was careful not to make any noise, being stealthily had its limits as well as advantages. Upon turning a corner, he saw that the trail ended at an open vent somewhere further up ahead. Slowly, he moved forward, his hands and knees grinding over the hard-cold metal.
Man were this vents rough to get through, clearly not designed for any level of comfort.
When he finally reached it, he lowered his head through first and looked around, trying to do a 360 sweep. There was nothing, the entire corridor was empty, not a soul in sight. Something was off and Nightmare Fredbear could sense it.
Looking down at the floor he saw a single blood-stained footprint.
Springtrap had been here….and by the looks of it, it wasn't that long ago.
Nightmare Fredbear grinned in delight as he lowered himself down onto the floor, being extra careful not to make any sound that would almost certainly give away his presence. After landing he scouted the area, but couldn't find anything useful or interesting.
There was nothing to indicate where Springtrap had gone.
To be fair he could just abandon his attempts to find him and just go down to find the others. That would be a better use of his time and with that decision in mind, he turned round and headed to the nearest stairwell entrance.
Until he saw the camera.
Security camera to be precise, it was mounted at the corridor's far end…and it was blinking green…someone was watching. Deciding that it would be worth his time, Nightmare Fredbear walked up to it, looking right into its viewfinder. Back in the main office, Vincent smiled amusedly at Nightmare Fredbear's curiosity as he filled up the entirety of the camera screen.
"Do you know where he went?" Nightmare Fredbear asked, his voice was modest and plain. Using the security control panel, Vincent commanded the camera to move up and then down, effectively saying yes.
Nightmare Fredbear quickly got the message.
"And where would that be then?"
Vincent then instructed the camera to shine a red laser like light in the direction of the room that Springtrap was in. Nightmare Fredbear turned round and saw where it was pointing…at one of the rooms in the corridor's mid-section.
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking back to face the camera once more.
The camera moved up and down in confirmation.
Nightmare Fredbear smiled in response.
"Thank you Vincent."
The camera once again moved up and down in immense approval.
The Nightmare turned once more and headed off towards his original objective.
Springtrap was resting, taking the opportunity to relax his muscles, he needed more time to recover, but this was as good as he could get right now.
Everything was peaceful and he liked it because he could think without any major distractions. However, that quickly changed…when his ears picked up the sound of the door being forced opened.
His eyes flashed open, now he was fully alert.
Although he couldn't see it, there was an active camera in the room with a green light on…Vincent was watching using the camera's night vision setting. Springtrap heard footsteps somewhere near the door…someone was inside!
Slowly he rose up, keeping his back firmly up against the wall. There were footsteps off to his left, so he wisely moved right to avoid the intruder. If he could make his way around the room, then he could get to the door.
He knew the intruder was Nightmare Fredbear, who else could it be.
Suddenly there was flash of red somewhere off to his left…red eyes.
It was Nightmare Fredbear, but by the looks of things he didn't see him, properly too busy searching for him.
Slowly he inched his way towards the door, constantly checking back to see where Nightmare Fredbear was. He couldn't see him thanks to the darkness which acted as cloak, but if he had to guess, he knew that he would be over there somewhere. Springtrap looked back towards the door, by now he was about fifteen to ten steps away.
Then came the sound of boxes being knocked over behind him…, taking as his cue, Springtrap ran, spiriting towards the door. If Nightmare Fredbear were to pounce on him, then it would be from behind. As things turned out he didn't get pounced on from behind…he got pounced on from the left.
The sudden force of impact slammed Springtrap against the wall, causing a wave of intense pain to surge through his body, going from one end to the other.
He looked up and saw Nightmare Fredbear standing over him, smiling with a devil's grin.
"I found you bunny!" he sang sweetly, raising his claws.
He struck Springtrap hard across the face, giving him a long deep gash down the side of his right cheek. Then he smacked him in the face square on, almost breaking his nose. Springtrap attempted to fight back by punching the Nightmare in the chest, it wouldn't be too hard for the guy was pretty big.
Yet he couldn't as his fist encountered one of his claws, which became trapped in it and then finally crushed. He could feel his bones snapping under the pressure as the Nightmare's claw acted as a snake, restricting his movements and compressing the life out of his hand.
He tried not to scream out in pain as it would only give the Nightmare what he wanted.
"Our game has now reached its end SpringBonnie," Nightmare Fredbear muttered as he released what was now a knot of torn bleeding muscle and broken bone which was once a hand. It soon turned into an endless beating as Nightmare Fredbear just unleashed blow after blow.
Springtrap couldn't do anything as his left hand was now unless and the pain was quickly becoming too much to bear. Nightmare Fredbear wasn't stopping in his bombardment, he wasn't fooling around anymore.
"You felt pain right, emotional pain?" he asked confidently.
Springtrap groaned, trying to stand up only for Nightmare Fredbear to kicked his feet out from under him, making him hit the ground again.
"Well let's balance it out with some physical pain."
He grabbed hold of Springtrap's right shoulder and with one swift yank, he pulled it right out of its' socket. Springtrap let out one hell of a scream, it so loud that it echoed down several corridors, reaching the main office and causing Vincent to tense up. "Ouch!" he muttered, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. Nightmare Fredbear reached up and grabbed hold of a small horizonal pipe above him and tore out one of its sections with barely any difficulty.
Holding it like a rod, he brought it down on Springtrap's head giving him a bloodily flesh wound.
The resulting smack went like an echo throughout his mind, making his skull rattle as the force was so strong. His vision was starting to blur, as he felt blood run down his skin, no doubt he was bleeding. Nightmare Fredbear proceeded to land blow after blow against Springtrap, hitting him in the arms, legs, stomach and the head.
Each blow was stronger than the last and therefore more painful as he pummeled his enemy to the point of death. To Springtrap it felt like all his bones were being shattered into countless broken pieces and in some cases, they were. All the while Vincent sang what he thought to be a rather fitting song over the camera footage of Nightmare Fredbear beating Springtrap to death.
"Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart, hope you get shot and expire."
Springtrap appeared to be in complete agony which made Vincent's eyes gleam with excitement.
"Hope you'll be taken apart, hope this is what you desire."
Nightmare Fredbear then threw the blood smeared rod away, landing on the floor nearby with a metallic clang.
"Goldie…Goldie…Goldie," Springtrap muttered, his senses were going, his mind was becoming numb as the pain overloaded his nerves and his body struggled to combat the blood loss. Nightmare Fredbear lowered himself down to Springtrap's level so they were now holding eye contact.
"Goldie…you want to speak to Goldie, well I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Goldie isn't here Spring, he's dead, like you will soon be." Then putting one of his claws together like a dagger, he stabbed Springtrap right in the stomach.
Springtrap could feel his makeshift blade penetrate his abdomen, he suddenly felt the need to cough which he did. He looked down at his hand, in his blurred vision he could red…blood…he was coughing up blood.
Nightmare Fredbear withdrew his claw, stood up and grabbed Springtrap sharply by the throat.
"I want to ask you something," he asked, now dragging the dazed and seriously injured Springtrap towards the centre of the room. He deliberately dropped him right in front of the room's security camera so Vincent could see, the impact with the floor caused Springtrap to yelp out in pain. Nightmare Fredbear got down on his hands and knees and pulled Springtrap towards him so they were eye to eye.
"Tell me, if Goldie was here right now, what would you want to say to him?" Nightmare Fredbear asked, loud and clear so Vincent could hear. "I…I…I'm sorry…for everything…for turning my back on you," Springtrap answered, his voice now weak and raspy.
"And," Nightmare Fredbear enquired, clearly seeking more answers.
"I shouldn't have lashed out at you, you wanted…to fix things, but...I was so angry with you that I couldn't control it." He paused to cough, once more coughing up more blood. "I've lost you, and now your killing me…all I wanted was to see justice done, but I was so hurt…and I hurt you, made you run away."
Vincent meanwhile watched from the main office, listening intensely to the conversation. "If you are somewhere in there Goldie…forgive me…because I forgive you for what you did…all those years ago."
He gazed into Nightmare Fredbear's cold red eyes.
"What I see before me…is my punishment."
Nightmare Fredbear smiled, letting Springtrap collapse to the floor. "Beautifully written SpringBonnie, I almost feel sad for trying to kill you, however I cannot let you live."
He grabbed Springtrap by his dislocated left shoulder, making him hiss in pain as Nightmare Fredbear dragged him upright. He held his face, looking into his sad grey eyes. "Goodbye Springtrap, the show's over."
Springtrap accepting his fate opened the floodgates and let out all the tears he'd been holding back. He hugged Nightmare Fredbear, wrapping his mangled arms around his waist and burying his head into his chest…this was the closest to Goldie he'd ever get. Nightmare Fredbear opened his mouth showing row upon row of sharp teeth and proceeded to bite down on Springtrap's head.
"STOP!"
Nightmare Fredbear paused whilst in mid-bite, his eyes flickered around the room, seeing nothing out the ordinary he continued.
"STOP RIGHT NOW!"
Nightmare Fredbear stopped again and looked around…to see nothing.
He then proceeded with his killing blow.
"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!"
He felt something shift in his subconscious…something separate…something that wasn't him, crawling around beneath the surface.
And then it burst into existence.
"LEAVE SPRINGTRAP ALONE!" an internal voice screamed as the doors to his subconsciousness were swiftly broken open.
Nightmare Fredbear continued to increase the pressure on Springtrap's head. Then his jaw stopped, the muscles just froze in place. He couldn't move his mouth as it was locked shut, not responding to his instinctive commands. "What the!" the Nightmare exclaimed not knowing what was going on.
Within his mind a figure emerged wearing a golden suit with a blueish top hat and bow tie.
"Goldie!"
Nightmare Fredbear although he couldn't smile with his jaw being locked in place, mentally smirked as he turned his mental focus onto the newcomer.
"I wasn't excepting you."
Goldie only gave him a death's stare.
"Get the fuck off Spring!" he whispered menacingly. However Nightmare Fredbear only laughed.
"Oh, so you do care for him?"
"I've always cared for him you idiot," Goldie sternly replied, keeping his eyes on his Nightmarish counterpart to which he sneered. "
You can't save him."
"The outcome isn't clear yet, so I would place your bets wisely."
"You think you can beat me?"
"I've locked your jaw in place, it isn't moving until one of us goes down."
"Ahh, a challenge, you won't win, I'm in overall control of both the body and the mind, go back to the subconscious and die."
"I'm not going anywhere until you die."
"Why didn't you show this level of sprit in Limbo, when I beat you into oblivion?"
"I had no hope of doing so...until now."
The two Goldies circled one another, eyes locked. "Is this Thunder Dome where two Goldies enter and one Goldie leaves?" Nightmare Fredbear asked, flexing his claws as he readied himself for a fight. "Maybe, but I'm just gonna focus on killing you," Goldie answered, his hands forming into fists.
Dark red stared into scarlet red.
"Using my memories as a weapon, nearly killing my friends and helping a child murderer, I've always wondered why you Nightmares were helping Vincent, I thought it was because you hold a similar mindset, but it's very clear to me that your little alliance runs deep."
Nightmare Fredbear smiled somewhat in satisfaction.
"Deeper than you could ever imagine Goldie, involving secrets that are best left forgetten, like the child you bit."
"I didn't deliberately bite that child, those bullies including his brother pushed him into my mouth, bullies whose personalities bear a strong resemble to Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy if I may add."
Nightmare Fredbear clapped his hands in a sarcastic manner.
"Bravo for figuring that part out and I thought you were smart."
"A smart man chooses when to reveal what he knows."
"But you don't believe your own words do you…you still blame yourself for what happened that day."
The Nightmare smiled as he continued to circle his opponent. "Besides there are somethings which even you don't know...properly for the best."
"I wouldn't be so overconfident if I were you," Goldie stated harshly. Nightmare Fredbear tried to regain control of his jaw, however Goldie mentally blocked him. "That jaw isn't moving until you leave or better yet die," Goldie said, watching Nightmare Fredbear for any sudden surprises.
Nightmare Fredbear tired again, but once more Goldie stopped him, resulting in Nightmare Fredbear giving him a cold shoulder. "What's wrong, finding it difficult to control your 'own body'," Goldie hissed, mocking his opponent. "You Nightmares sure do have a superiority complex, let me guess you've never faced a real challenge before because you've been hounding a poor innocent little boy."
Nightmare Fredbear grinned like a Cheshire cat as his eyes glowed his excitement. "You put him there and you'll be shocked to discover the horrors that child's mind can create."
Goldie shook his head.
"Leave now or suffer the conquences," he ordered, sounding as imposing as possible.
"I will not hold back."
Nightmare Fredbear just laughed in an amused manner. "You really except me to accept your offer?" he asked.
"No…I just wanted to see if you can recognize the terrible position your currently in."
"How is it terrible, I'm a Nightmare?"
"You don't wanna see me when I get angry."
Both combatants readied themselves.
"Two Goldies enter…"
"And one Goldie leaves..."
Then they both charged at one another, blue lighting flowed out from Goldie's hands while red lighting poured out of Nightmare Fredbear's. Two mirror opposites aimed at ensuring the complete destruction of one another. They fought hand to hand for control of the body, for control the mind, to save or to kill Springtrap.
Fists and claws locked with each other, as legs kicked and eyes narrowed in naked hatred. To be honest Nightmare Fredbear wasn't excepting Goldie to put on such a strong performance. He was fighting like a feral animal, landing blow after blow on Nightmare Fredbear.
But then again so was he.
He teleported away before Goldie's eyes only to reappear out of thin air behind him to deliver a swift kick to his back. Goldie fell forward only to teleport away and reappear to the side of Nightmare Fredbear and punch him sharply in the ribs. The Nightmare monumentally stumbled, but quickly regained his footing and lashed out striking Goldie in the face before he could do anything else.
Goldie replied by head ramming his opponent in the chest, shoving him backwards.
Yet Nightmare Fredbear kneed Goldie in the stomach and side stepped him only to then trip him up. Goldie vanished and popped out of thin in front of the Nightmare and punched him in the face and of course the Nightmare reacted by punching him in return, but Goldie once more teleported away.
He instead reappeared next to him and brought his fist down on Nightmare Fredbear's extended arm, hitting a central nerve and getting his own back. But Nightmare Fredbear wasn't gonna let Goldie have the upper hand that easily and swipe him across the face with his claws.
He then grabbed Goldie by the throat and lifted him up so his legs were dangling about in the air.
"You may be able save Spring, you may even save your family from us, but how does it feel knowing that the boy is unable to move on and has us for company?" he asked warmly, although there was a level of exhaustion in his voice from all the fighting.
"It must really sit on your conscious…day after day."
"It's horrible, like a nightmare that can never end, but hey I can only do one thing at a time," Goldie replied, kicking Nightmare Fredbear right in the face with his free feet.
This caused Nightmare Fredbear to drop him, allowing Goldie to regain the initiative. He smacked the Nightmare in the face once more, but the Nightmare teleported away and reappeared a fair distance away.
"Scared, are we?" Goldie yelled with a tone of dark humor.
"Some night terror you are and to think you are supposedly tougher than Nightmare Freddy." That comment made Nightmare Fredbear look up, his lip was bleeding, Goldie must have hit him quite hard. Although he was bleeding himself, his nose had taken a fair battering.
"I am not scared of you Goldie, but I admire your strength…however…I would ask you to think again."
Suddenly an arc of radiant red lighting was shot in Goldie's direction, who just barely missed it, the blot searing his side for a brief second, giving off a burning sensation across his chest. He fired back with an arc of pure blue lighting towards Nightmare Fredbear who was only able to just block it, turning the confrontation into an anti-tug of war contest.
Two arcs of lighting one red and the other blue pulsed against each other flowing back and forth between the two combatants. "You Nightmares are strong, cunning and sadistic monsters, but even you aren't invincible, your instant healing powers can't help you here," Goldie stated, pushing with all his strength.
"True, but I'm not out…yet," Nightmare Fredbear replied smugly, gathering all of his power.
Despite the immense strengths of both sides, Nightmare Fredbear was winning as he slowly pushed Goldie back. The red lighting acre grew brighter as it shoved its blue counterpart back towards its owner. Fear leaked into Goldie's eyes as it possibility of his death dawned on him.
If he lost this fight then that was it for him, no rebounds, just straight into the waiting arms of Death himself. The Nightmare smiled in smug delight as he could sense his upcoming victory over the Fazbear. "You fucked up in the past and it had terrible conquences for everyone else, you had a mask on for the entirety of their lives and now with your best friend on the verge of death you can't even muster the willpower to survive even with death staring at you in the face."
He chuckled to himself as Goldie's position became even more dire.
"I'll take back what I said about admiring you for your strength."
"You sure do frequently change your opinions about people," Goldie remarked, struggling to hold his opponent back.
"Well I am a hard man to please."
Goldie could feel that his back was up against the wall. "Poor Fredbear you wore your heart on your sleeve, but it got you nowhere."
"You don't…deserve…to use…that name," Goldie sneered as red lighting danced dangerously close to him. Nightmare Fredbear only smiled as his impending victory loomed ever closer.
"You don't use it anymore Goldie…now it's mine," he snarled viciously. With the red lighting filling up his vision with crackling static, Goldie found himself thinking of his earlier days.
Helping Freddy prepare for his first performance, he was so nervous back then.
Teaching Bonnie how to interact warmly with the audience, by God did she really need that life skill to survive.
Instructing Chica how to sing properly, something which the company should have covered first, but no and he had to start at the beginning with only two to three months to go before Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria officially opened for business.
And finally having to inform Foxy had to get into the pirate act and cope with handling a one man show.
And they shone…they shone like the sun, because of what he did and look at them now. He had helped to save the Toys from being terminated and welcomed them in with open arms. When the Puppet confessed her long held secret on what had really been going on, he had protected her from a vengeful FNAF family fueled by bloodlust.
Hell, he had even been the first one to establish a connection with Mike and Jeremy, in which they all later become close friends…otherwise they wouldn't be here today.
He had still cared for Springtrap, despite all the shit he had done to him and now here he was…risking his own life to save him by taking on his Nightmarish counterpart. Finally he had forgiven him too which made his attempt at rescue even more meaningful. Goldie wanted to live, he desired to see them again, he wanted to break free of the past. They needed to know the truth of what had happened in his past and only then could they truly move on.
And this nightmare monstrosity version of himself wasn't gonna stop him for doing that.
"Goodbye 'Fredbear'," Nightmare Fredbear mocked confidently as he further increased the pressure on the seemless helpless Fazbear.
"No…" Goldie muttered to himself, feeling both rage and determination build up inside him like a nuclear reactor. By now his hair had fallen over his eyes, making his expression invisible.
"No…" he mumbled again, this time a little bit more sternly.
He wanted to live.
"NO!" he screamed, raising his head and revealing his rage filled face and teary eyes.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
He pushed back, delivering an almighty wave of mental force back against Nightmare Fredbear. The Nightmare was so startled by this unexpected comeback that he had lost all that he had gained previously being pushed back to square one and Goldie wasn't letting up
Nightmare Fredbear could sense his will, his determination to win and the enraged emotional look in his eyes said it all.
Where did this sudden burst of strength come from, one minute he was on the verge of victory and now he was fighting Goldie who acted without having any battlefield fatigue. Goldie ruthlessly pushed forward, moving closer to the Nightmare inch by bloody inch.
It dawned on Nightmare Fredbear that he was gonna lose when he felt his grip on the mind weaken and Goldie could sense it too. He had never lost before and Goldie was now hounding him like a bloodhound whose strength could no longer be matched. No teleporting around the mind would make things any easier for him. Goldie gritted his teeth as he soldiered onwards, shoving with all his might.
He would see his family again.
"Get."
The blue lighting flowed forward, pushing the red lighting back towards Nightmare Fredbear who was quickly losing his footing.
"The."
The pressure increased immensely.
"Fuck.
Nightmare Fredbear felt his grip shrink even further.
"Out."
The blue lighting pushed its red counterpart back even more.
"Of."
Goldie pushed himself forward to the limits of his abilities.
"My."
Nightmare Fredbear started to panic, something he had never done before because he'd never lost a match.
"HEAD!"
Goldie threw all of his strength at Nightmare Fredbear and the blue lighting surged forward, completely wiping out the red lighting acre.
All Nightmare Fredbear could say was.
"Oh shit!"
Then the lighting hit him square on in the chest, electrifying him.
It was so much lighting that his skeleton was fully illuminated with the entirety of his golden suit being set on fire, bursting in open flames
He screamed in agony as he was forced out of what was now Goldie's mind, with all that was Nightmare Fredbear being pushed out and replaced with what made Goldie, including the child's spirit which resided within him.
What had taken place felt like minutes, although in reality it had only been for several seconds. All the while Springtrap had sat with his arms wrapped around the frozen Nightmare Fredbear, too tired or injured to realise what was going on. Vincent for the last few seconds had been staring at the screen wondering why on earth was Nightmare Fredbear not ripping Springtrap's head off.
"What the hell is he doing?" he asked, leaning in for a better look.
"Is he thinking this over?"
Then Nightmare Fredbear rose up and started twitching uncontrollably, gripping his head with his hands and emitting an ear-piercing demonic scream so loud that Vincent could hear it from two directions, one from the camera's audio system and other from the corridor right outside. Nightmare Fredbear's body twisted self in awkward angles, falling into its front legs still screaming.
Springtrap had enough energy left in him to back away, watching Nightmare Fredbear scream his head off in his still blurred vision.
Then it stopped.
Nightmare Fredbear fell silent, his eyes closed as his head fell forward.
"What…what just happened?" Springtrap asked himself, staring at the now lifeless, motionless Nightmare Fredbear.
He saw a small golden brown orb fly out of Nightmare Fredbear's chest, it flew around the room getting faster and faster before rocketing out of the door and into the corridor.
Slowly it faded away into nothing.
"You've beat me…but I'll be back…I will always come back…"
Springtrap and Vincent watched as Nightmare Fredbear's body now slowly changed. Its sharp teeth transformed back into regular human teeth, while it's claws reformed back into ordinary human hands. Soon Goldie was back in both body and mind, although he was still out cold.
However, it didn't appear to last long, as his eyes slowly opened to reveal two dark red pupils.
"Goldie…" said Springtrap, dragging himself over towards him, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Goldie felt exhausted, his head felt heavy and he'd put all his energy into beating Nightmare Fredbear.
He looked and saw Springtrap heavily wounded crawling across the floor with excitement in his eyes.
"Spring…I'm here."
"Goldie…your back!" Springtrap exclaimed clearly overjoyed to see him.
Goldie smiled warmly.
"It's good to see you SpringBonnie, did I keep you waiting?" he asked sounding tired beyond measure. "Well…turning up a minute earlier might have spared me a beating," Springtrap replied, trying to create some humor.
"I'm really sorry for that."
"Don't be, I'll be fine," Springtrap chuckled.
"I'm made of tougher stuff."
Goldie put his hand to his head.
"Spring…I think I'm gonna…"
Then his mind slipped into unconsciousness, he fell, landing hard on his side, his eyes now closed.
"GOLDIE!" Springtrap screamed, dragging himself as fast he could over to Goldie, ignoring the pain that was hell bent on exploding from his lower abdomen.
He grabbed Goldie by the shoulders and pulled him upright, shaking him. "Come on Goldie, don't fall asleep now!" he shouted, hoping that his voice would somehow arouse Goldie from his slumber. He needed to get himself and Goldie out, they weren't safe, his biggest fears were Vincent or any of the other Nightmares finding them.
Vincent meanwhile had been sitting in the main office, watching the scene before him play out and now he was completely lost for words. "What happened…WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, HOW DID GOLDIE EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted, unable to believe his own eyes.
Deciding to analysis the camera's footage some point in the future, he extracted the camera's data by means of a memory pen, storing the footage away safely."If you want to do something properly, you've gotta do it yourself," he muttered scornfully, reaching under the desk and grabbing his pistol. He checked the room number Springtrap and Goldie were in and proceeded to head towards the office door, the endoskeletons watching him go.
However, he had barely stepped out into the corridor after unlocking the door, when the entire building was suddenly rocked by a massive explosion from below, throwing him right off his feet.
2nd floor assembly area, several minutes before the explosion…
Toy Freddy was finding it extremely difficult to avoid Nightmare Freddy's attacks.
The man was fighting like a complete manic with his claws coming in from all angles and Toy Freddy could only react quick enough to block them with his shotgun, having only just freed himself from the pyscho's grasp a few minutes earlier.
Still it could be worse, he could be in Toy Bonnie's position.
Toy Bonnie aka BonBon was struggling to cope with Nightmare Bonnie, who laughed every time she caught her off guard with her claws. Toy Chica was quick enough to get some distance between her and Nightmare Chica, firing her gun at such an astonishing rate in the Nightmare's direction. It was so great that she able to keep Nightmare Chica at bay…until the moment when she would inevitably run out of ammunition.
And Nightmare Chica wasn't making it any easier for her, dodging the bullet shower from left to right trying to find a weak point to exploit. Mangle meanwhile ducked and dogged Nightmare Foxy's teeth and sharp hook, her endoskeleton arms helped a bit, but he always seemed able to get around them.
"So, you're the Nightmares we've heard so much about," said Toy Bonnie, firing a shot that narrowly avoided hitting Nightmare Bonnie in the shoulder. "Likewise, I've heard so much about you Toy Bonnie, lots of things," Nightmare Bonnie replied playfully, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Like what?"
"You apparently have a crush on Toy Freddy."
Toy Bonnie even in the heat of battle blushed bright red.
"SHUT UP!" she screamed, bringing her gun round and nearly hitting Nightmare Bonnie in the head had she not ducked in time.
"Aww it's young love, just like Romeo and Juliet and hopefully…"
Nightmare Bonnie flashed her sharp teeth,
"Just as tragic."
"Hey Toy Chica, do you wanna see Goldie?" Nightmare Chica asked, grabbing her wrists with her claws and digging in.
"Why does that matter?" Toy Chica asked, returning the question, as she tried to stop herself from groaning in pain, whilst also trying to prevent the Nightmare from gaining the upper hand.
"Because you might not like what you see," Nightmare Chica replied sweetly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Toy Chica's response was breaking free of the Nightmare's grip, and then swiftly smacking her across the face with her free fist.
"That's for kidnapping Goldie you heartless bitch!"
Nightmare Chica now with narrowed eyes, reacted by slashing her in the shoulder, knocking her back.
Toy Chica tripped and fell backwards
"TOY CHICA!" Mangle screamed, watching her friend fall. With one of her endoskeletons arms, she reached over, grabbed hold of Nightmare Chica's leg and pulled sharply. The result was Nightmare Chica having her leg pulled out from underneath her and crashing to the floor.
She turned and saw Mangle, giving her a death's glare.
"You little bitch!" she hissed, getting up.
She ran forward, ignoring Toy Chica and leapt onto Mangle, the impact nearly caused her to fall over.
And then Nightmare Chica proceeded to bite down on Mangle's ear.
Mangle screamed as three rows of fangs penetrated her ear lobe, she grabbed hold of her attacker and try to pull her off, but to no avail. Then Nightmare Foxy saw an opportunity to sink his hook into Mangle's shoulder blade.
Mangle hissed out in pain, as the hook burrowed into her skin. She also felt Nightmare Foxy's other claw tear at her clothes, leaving behind several claw marks.
Toy Chica knew she had to save Mangle before they killed her.
Picking up her gun and a plank of wood from a destroyed desk, she charged at the two Nightmares. With the wooden plank, she smacked Nightmare Foxy on the head and then his legs, sweeping him off his feet. With Nightmare Foxy temporary occupied, Toy Chica at close range fired at Nightmare Chica with a bullet going straight into her left leg.
Nightmare Chica's orangey yellow eyes widen upon the bullet's impact and she screamed, falling off Mangle. Toy Chica then fired another shot this one clipping Nightmare Chica's head, giving her a flesh wound. She would have finished her off, but then Nightmare Foxy having recovered swiped Toy Chica with his claw, she turned and caught it in her hand, the one which Nightmare Foxy had bitten hours earlier.
"So, I see someone bandaged that up for you," he stated, engaging in a contest of strength. He raised his hook to strike only for two pairs of endoskeleton hands to grab it. Suddenly Nightmare Foxy was lifted up into the air and thrown in the direction of Nightmare Bonnie.
"Thanks Mangle," said Toy Chica, giving her a brief hug. "You're welcome, thanks for saving me…I guess we're even," Mangle replied, ignoring the pain that pulsed from her bleeding ear and shoulder. Nightmare Bonnie dogged the flying Nightmare Foxy who landed somewhere behind her in the darkness with a deafening thud.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nightmare Chica back away from Toy Chica and Mangle who were now unoccupied in their capability to help the other two.
"So just level the playing field then," she thought.
She swiftly skirted around Toy Bonnie and slashed her in the back with her claws before she could even react, leaving five bloodily marks behind. Toy Bonnie screamed and fell forward onto her knees, but she didn't let go of her gun. Then Nightmare Bonnie proceeded to jump into Toy Bonnie's back, but she swung her gun around and hit Nightmare Bonnie right in the face with a deafening smack.
Thinking she could kill her, Toy Bonnie pulled the trigger,
A lone bullet exploded out of her rifle…only to hit and destroy one of Mangle's two endoskeleton hands.
Toy Bonnie's scream caught the attention of Toy Freddy.
"BONBON!" he called, seeing her in clear distress. Nightmare Freddy however, took the distraction as an opportunity to wrestle the shotgun from him. Grabbing it, he tried to wretch it out of Toy Freddy's hands, but he tighten his grip, and didn't let go.
"Your quite protective of your girls, it'll be a shame if something bad were to happen to them," Nightmare Freddy sneered, his dark red eyes widening with excitement. "They can handle their own, unlike your Chica and Foxy," Toy Freddy replied through gritted teeth. Nightmare Freddy just laughed, somehow finding his counterpart's words to be humorous.
"They're learning...we can learn quite quickly."
Within an instant, Nightmare Foxy leapt out of the shadows and attacked Toy Chica, knocking her to ground and pinning her there. Mangle would have gone to her aid, but came under attack from Nightmare Chica who ran circles around her and hitting Mangle whenever her back was turned. "You see," Nightmare Freddy gloated, locking eyes with Toy Freddy as they fought over the shotgun.
"Why are you four helping Vincent, what could you possibly gain from all of this, you know so much about us, yet we've never met until now?" Toy Freddy asked, using his strength to drag Nightmare Freddy from left to right hoping that the momentum would break his grip on the shotgun. "Ohh you Toys would love to know the whole truth wouldn't you, well sorry watered down version of Freddy Fazbear, but my lips are sealed as are the others," Nightmare Freddy answered.
"Watered down!" Toy Freddy exclaimed in his anger to which Nightmare Freddy laughed.
"You and your girls barely ran for half a year, only just covered half the cost it took to rebuilt the entire enterprise from scratch…what a waste and to think Fazbear Entertianment put its faith in four half assed versions of the Originals."
That made Toy Freddy very angry, how dare he insult his family, they were victims of poor circumstances. "We never got a chance to properly shine due to the actions of certain people, you on the other hand have no hope of entertaining children," he hissed, ripping the shotgun out of the Nightmare Freddy's hands.
"You think I was made to entertain, no my purpose is to destroy everything people like you hold dear, starting with your girls," Nightmare Freddy stated, dashing off into the darkness to avoid getting blasted at close range by Toy Freddy's shotgun. Now with Nightmare Freddy off his back, Toy Freddy turned and ran towards Toy Bonnie who was in the midst of a death match with her nightmarish counterpart.
Having just fired her rifle which ended up destroying one of Mangle's endoskeleton hands, Toy Bonnie had now resorted to punching Nightmare Bonnie, although she appeared to dodge most of her blows.
"Oh look, here comes your 'boyfriend'," Nightmare Bonnie hissed, swiping at Toy Bonnie with her claws. "Well it looks like yours has abandoned you," Toy Bonnie shot back, angered by Nightmare Bonnie's last comment. "Don't be so judgmental dear, boyfriend or not, he'll still protect us three, just like we protect him," Nightmare Bonnie stated, just as Toy Freddy took aim with his shotgun.
Then Nightmare Freddy jumped out of the darkness and crashed into Toy Freddy knocking the shotgun out of his hands. They wrested on the floor, both hands reaching for the shotgun, while the two Bonnies fought above them with renewed vigor and determination. Toy Chica kneed Nightmare Foxy in the stomach and then proceeded punch him in the face, only for him to grab hold of her fist.
"Aaaa, I see the look in your eyes, the fires of anger, the same look I saw during our encounter on the van, you play the role good Toy Chica, I'm impressed," Nightmare Foxy hissed, tightening his grip on her hand. "Well I'm glad I didn't disappoint you, but you shouldn't underestimate me or the others," Toy Chica answered, reaching out with one hand.
She grabbed a nearby piece of shattered glass and jammed it right into Nightmare Foxy shoulder blade. He let out a shriek of pain, giving Toy Chica the opportunity to smack him in the face again and pushed him off her. Nightmare Foxy tore the glass shard out and grabbed Toy Chica by the throat and immediately started to choke her. Then with one swift motion, he slashed Toy Chica across the face with his hook, giving her a bloodily scar.
"And you shouldn't underestimate me either!" he shouted, with his eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Toy Chica kicked him in the stomach once more, making him let go. However, despite the injury Nightmare Foxy advanced on Toy Chica with his hook at the ready.
"I'm gonna make sure your fully conscious while I cut you up my dear little 'toy'." Toy Chica picked up a plank of rotten wood and swung it about to drive him away.
"I'll bash your head in so forget cutting me up," she shouted back, giving him a serious death's glare.
Nightmare Foxy smiled, his crimson red hair falling over his eyes. "Says the girl who has a bandaged hand and a scar running across her face, you're in a weaker position than me…and you know that…deep down," he said, circling her like a shark.
"I am not weak, if that's what your hoping for," Toy Chica replied, turning to counter his movements.
Meanwhile Mangle was struggling to fend off Nightmare Chica, she kept on dogging her attacks and was always able to strike back, often hitting Mangle in the back. Even if she had a bullet in her leg, Nightmare Chica was still quite the acrobat.
"Your quite an energetic little bitch, you need your wings clipping," Mangle muttered, twisting and turning in all directions. Nightmare Chica giggled, rushing to the left and the right and slashing at Mangle whenever the opportunity presented itself.
"I'm more energetic and capable than you'll ever be Mangle, you just keep using your endoskeleton arms…what a waste of your own mobility."
Mangle having grown bored of her tricks, quickly turned round and grabbed Nightmare Chica's leg with her one operational endoskeleton arm and immediately lifted her upside down.
She dangled the Nightmare in front of her, with her dark blonde hair reaching down towards the floor.
"Sorry, do you want to say that again, 'Miss I'm more energetic and capable than you'!" Mangle demanded, glaring at Nightmare Chica as she swung from side to side.
The Nightmare merely smiled playfully, the sign of madness rang clearly in her yellowy orange eyes. Then, right out of the blue, she asked a particular question.
"Do you love anyone Mangle?"
"What?" Mangle replied, clearly surprised by the question. Nightmare Chica rolled her eyes as she folded her arms.
"Do. You. Have. Feelings. For. Anyone?"
"That's none of your business your vicious hag!" Mangle shouted, shaking Nightmare Chica about. However, despite the intense shaking, Nightmare Chica smiled, her eyes gleaming with joy. "So, you do have feelings for someone…I wonder who it could be?" she enquired, thinking up a list of potential suspects.
"Mmmm, you were bullied by children, were abandoned by the staff and you caused the Bite of 1987…sounds tragic…who else has lived a tragic life?" she muttered, mocking interest.
"Even if I did have feelings for someone, I stand a better chance of getting into a relationship then you ever will," Mangle stated, feeling her anger take hold.
Nightmare Chica just shook her head.
"Do you…really…because as far as I can see it, there's only-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Mangle threw her against the wall, the impact creating a massive thud. All heads turned to see Nightmare Chica slide down the wall in a comical fashion.
"My feelings are private and no one else's," Mangle whispered sternly, she would prefer to be a closed book. Toy Bonnie used the opportunity to smack her Nightmarish counterpart across the face, knocking her to the floor. She then grabbed a wooden chair and brought it down upon her, the impact sent shock waves through her chest and pinned her in place temporary.
Then Toy Bonnie spun round and intruded on the fight between Toy Freddy and Nightmare Freddy.
Nightmare Freddy had by this point, managed to push Toy Freddy faraway enough to grab the shotgun uncontested.
However, he wasn't expecting Toy Bonnie to get involved. He reached out for the shotgun…only for Toy Bonnie's foot to come crashing down upon his hand, crushing it.
That did hurt, so much in fact, it caused Nightmare Freddy's body to freeze due to the sudden immense level of agony which resulted from it. Nightmare Bonnie saw his pained expression and she didn't like it, not one bit, knocking the chair off her and bashing it aside. Reaching out with one hand, she snapped off a piece of sharp glass from a broken old 1980s computer screen.
She slowly rose up, with her purplish blue eyes narrowing in vengeful anger.
Toy Bonnie reached down for the shotgun, Toy Freddy looked up and saw Nightmare Bonnie looming over her with with a sadistic smile written across her face.
"BONBON, BEHIND YOU!"
Toy Bonnie turned around…just as Nightmare Bonnie lunged forward, stabbing Toy Bonnie with the sharp blade of glass in the shoulder, jamming it between her shoulder blade and collar bone. Toy Bonnie's scream died in her throat, as Nightmare Bonnie smiled, her bluish purple like eyes glowing with delight.
"Does that hurt dear?" she asked, watching Toy Bonnie whimper in pain as blood started oozing out of the wound.
"Let's make it better then."
However, Nightmare Bonnie's idea of 'making it better' was to simply push the glass blade in deeper, which only increased the level of pain Toy Bonnie felt. Nightmare Freddy reached out for the shotgun again, only to get knocked aside by Toy Freddy who grabbed it instead. Pulling himself up, he aimed the shotgun at Nightmare Bonnie, who was too busy enjoying her torment of Toy Bonnie to even notice.
Toy Freddy dashed left to get around the pair and fired. The bullet shower impacted into Nightmare Bonnie's kneecap, it wasn't destroyed, but it was clearly damaged and hurt a lot too.
She fell to the floor, screaming only for Nightmare Freddy to leap up and catch her in his arms. He glared at Toy Freddy with a stern look of utter hatred, before quickly dragging her away into the shadows.
It was a good thing he made the decision to do that for Toy Freddy's shotgun had just run of ammunition. He grabbed hold of Toy Bonnie and proceeded to pull the glass shard out of her shoulder. "Just look at me, not the blade, but it will hurt ok," he said, trying his best to comfort her.
Toy Bonnie's eyes remained locked with his as the glass shard was slowly removed from her body.
"Just…need….to pull….it….out," Toy Freddy muttered, trying to be careful and strong at the same time.
With a final yak, the glass shard came free with Toy Freddy throwing it away, making a shattering noise as it hit the floor. "Are you ok?" he asked, as she collapsed in his arms, her head falling to rest on his shoulder with messed up hair hanging down his back.
"You're so warm," she muttered, unaware of what she was saying and savorying the contact.
"You always warm me up when you are around."
That sent alarm bells ringing in Toy Freddy's head, as he felt his checks grow warm.
Looking down at the injured but rather innocent Toy Bonnie, he smiled.
With her light blue hair, green eyes, bunny ears and caring nature she looked…cute…very cute.
Suddenly old memories came rushing into his head.
The 2nd day at the New and Improved Fazbear Pizzeria May 1987…
Toy Bonnie comes rushing up to Toy Freddy on stage who is customising Freddy's old microphone to suit his voice.
"Toy Freddy, what do you think of my new dress?"
He turns to see her dressed in a hippie style skirt.
"Well the flowers will help remind the older folk of their days as hippies in the 1960s," he said, taking note of the mutli coloured flower patterns.
"And?" Toy Bonnie asked, her eyes gleamed with hope.
"Well I love it."
Toy Bonnie's smile grew as wide as it physically could.
"YOU DO!"
Toy Freddy smiled.
"Yes, it fits exactly with the management plan for Hippie day tomorrow, a day that is basically hippie themed."
Toy Bonnie's smile dropped.
"What?"
"See here," Toy Freddy stated, pulling a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket, he unfolded it to reveal a mini calendar which featured certain days, one of which was Hippie Day.
Toy Freddy looked at the calendar and smiled
"You're keeping up to schedule Toy Bonnie, well done, I can tell you now that the kids are going to love it."
Toy Bonnie lowered her head, going almost completely silent.
"What do you like it about?" she asked quietly.
Toy Freddy turned to face her, somewhat puzzled.
"I think you've matched the theme perfectly…why are you asking?"
Toy Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, but then came the sound of something falling over at the far side of the room in Kid's Cove.
"Mangle are you ok in there?" Toy Freddy called, turning in the direction of the sound.
"Errr…no…one of the mini puppet stands has just fallen over," was a nervous response. "Fine, I'll come over and help," Toy Freddy shouted, stepping off the stage and heading over to Kid's cove, leaving Toy Bonnie all alone on stage which her mouth still open.
She closed it and sighed, clasping her hands together.
Toy Freddy swore that as he was walking away, he had heard her mutter something, he didn't exactly hear it, but somehow his mind now translated it as.
"Why can't you notice me?"
Then another scene entered his head, this one taking place a few days after the first memory.
"So…they want us to perform a stretch again…any ideas, the Originals tried to ruin our first one, so let's not try to do something that'll annoy them," Toy Freddy announced, placing a sheet of paper on the table, pushing it towards the middle so all of them could see it.
Puppet leaned back in her chair and groaned.
"Again, seriously and what do we have in terms of realistic props?"
Balloon Boy eyed her as he leaned across the table. "You know, putting some of your own effort into the work may help as well," he said.
Puppet just groaned even more.
"I did that last time and look where that got me…hanging from the ceiling and covered in flour."
"Yeah, but that's only because Freddy and his childish lot wrecked it," Toy Chica remarked.
She clasped her hands together and smiled.
"However, this time, Goldie is keeping them under lock and key, so we can plan something amazing."
She clicked her fingers as an idea came for her. "Oh, I know what about a romance, a prince attempting to save a beautiful princess, his one true love from a fierce deadly dragon."
"Sounds cliché and besides every children's book has used that type of story," Mangle replied, folding her arms and frowning. "If we want this stretch to succeed, then it needs to be original, not already used plot themes."
Toy Chica rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Fine, sorry I even asked Princess Grumpy."
That comment only made Mangle scowl, her eyes narrowed.
"Guys, guys, if it pleases you we could do a comedy stretch, you know make a parody and just make fun of how over the top that kind of story is," Toy Freddy suggested.
"That might work, the older kids will get it, but won't we need to dumb it down so the younger kids can understand too?" Balloon Boy asked.
"Mmm, we could do a mix of slapstick with some hyperbolic and satirical humor, that'll reach out to everyone," Toy Bonnie muttered. "Great, I think that's a good idea Toy Bonnie," Toy Freddy said smiling.
She raised her head to meet him in the eye.
"Really, you like it?" she asked, looking all edger. "Yeah, I can see it working very well with the audience," Toy Freddy replied warmly.
He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed the sheet of paper and started to write on it.
"So, who wants to be who then?" he asked, looking around.
"What roles are there?" Mangle asked, slumping back in her chair with her white hair covering her shoulders. "Well we'll need a prince for a start and seeing how I am the only male adult here, I guess that's role mine," Toy Freddy replied, writing his name and role on the paper with the pen.
"Hang on for a second shouldn't the roles be switched round?" Toy Chica remarked.
"What do you mean?" Balloon Boy asked, leaning further in.
"I mean that if this is a parody then shouldn't we switch the roles, wouldn't it funny if we have a female warrior who is going to save a male prince, that could be a major source of humour," Toy Chica answered.
"Yeah that would work, ok who wants to be the warrior?" Toy Freddy asked.
Most of the females raised their hands.
"Ok, Toy Bonnie you've got it."
"YES!" Toy Bonnie cheered hugging herself with glee.
"And for the prince, I could take that role…" Toy Freddy pondered, looking at the cast list. Toy Bonnie looked very happy when he said that, smiling from ear to ear, her lips moved. He swore that she had whispered something back then, but as of now his mind translated it as.
"We could kiss!"
"On the other hand, I could take up the role of a wizard who is prophesying what possible fate awaits the warrior, yes, I'll take that role, and I just need a grey beard."
Toy Bonnie's smile instantly dropped.
"So, who'll be the prince then?" Puppet asked, straightening her hair. Toy Freddy smiled at her, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Easy BB."
Both Balloon Boy's and Toy Bonnie's jaws dropped, hitting the table. "WHAT!" Toy Chica yelled, also shocked by the decision.
"I can't kiss her, I mean she's older than me and isn't that…'illegal'?" Balloon Boy asked, eyeing Toy Bonnie with suspicion. "If it is a kiss on the forehead then we'll pass through the law safely," Mangle muttered.
"Then we'll do that, besides wouldn't it be humorous if it turns out the prince is a just a kid," Toy Freddy stated. "Ok, now we need a side kick for the warrior, someone who is down to earth, is able to break the fourth wall and is sarcastic in everything that they say."
"Gee that sounds fulfilling," Puppet moaned, resting her head on the table. "Congratulates Puppet you got the role," Toy Freddy laughed heartily. "I didn't want it to begin with," she groaned, rubbing her head against the table.
"Tough luck it's yours."
"And Mangle, you can be the dragon, because you can hang from the ceiling with your endoskeleton arms," said Toy Chica, turning to smile at her.
"Although you will need a costume to wear to look convincing."
"Yeah…wonderful I can breathe fire onto the kids that teased me and try to tear at my clothes," Mangle scoffed, folding her arms once more. "Hey, no violence is needed, remember the first rule of Freddy Fazbear's," Toy Freddy stated, pointing to a poster on the wall which presented the rules of the Pizzeria.
"No harm brought to the children please."
"And what about the second rule, no harm brought to the entertainers, they don't follow that rule now do they, especially with me," Mangle argued, sulking in her chair. "With you on stage they will not harm you, if they do then we will all immediately challenge them, we will stop the show," Toy Freddy stated, going all serious in his tone.
"Yeah, we are with you Mangle!" Balloon Boy cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
"Collective defense!"
Puppet just groaned at BB's optimism, rolling her eyes.
"And Toy Chica do you fancy being the queen who could send the warrior on their quest?" Toy Freddy asked.
Toy Chica's eyes beamed with joy, she clasped her hands together once more. "Yes, I could send the warrior on her quest because the prince is my brother, but I can't be bothered to rescue him myself and I am only interested because the dragon is guarding a massive hold of gold!" she squealed.
Toy Freddy chuckled, amused by her reaction as he wrote out a plan for the stretch's plot, highlighting key themes. "So, that settles it then, the cast is all in place, excellent I will go and submit this to the higher ups straight away, they should then arrange the necessary equipment that we'll need."
He got up, turned around and left the table, taking the sheet of paper with him, leaving the others to begin their own conversations.
Upon turning around his eyes briefly spotted Toy Bonnie looking depressed, her green eyes lacked any joy, he wondered why was she upset, but then he quickly refocused his mind on what he saw as the more important task of getting their ideas to their superiors.
However, with his eyes now wide open, Toy Freddy knew why Toy Bonnie had looked upset and depressed that day.
She wanted to be close to him and share a romantic moment which she clearly hoped could evolve into something else, but without realizing it at the time, he had effectively shot her dreams down.
Smart move Toy Freddy…smart move!
He thought he had seen everything, but his mind thought otherwise and a third long forgotten memory burst its way onto the scene, only now it was being seen from a new perspective.
This memory taking place almost a week later after the second one, when he was trying to get several prop suits from the storage room.
"Ok, I just need to take these two prop suits off the shelves and then I'll rejoin the others to sort out any last-minute changes to our show tomorrow, because it is going to be quite big, most of the day staff will be there, so that means Amy, David, Laura, Richard, Henry, Helen, Jessica and Vincent will be there on standby should anything arise that we ourselves can't handle."
He reached up and grabbed the nearest prop suit he could find and tried to pull it off the shelf, or at least get it close enough to him so that he could grab it with both hands.
"Jeremy should be on night guard duty tonight, good…we can all have a nice chat instead of playing that hunting game the Originals insist on playing, they go odd at night for some reason and I don't know why?" he muttered to himself.
"I've always wondered how they get their eyes to change colour, it seems odd."
He shook his head and sighed.
"I'll never know."
Little he did truly know what the Originals' real intent was at night.
He started to pull, trying to bring the prop suit closer to him. "Two should fit the bill, Mangle won't be joining us tomorrow for the performance, but we should be more than capable of covering for her," he stated, finding this task to be a lot more difficult than he had first imagined.
He heard a sound to his right, he turned and saw Toy Bonnie peeking her head through the open doorway.
"Hi, I was wondering where you were?"
She then saw that he was in the middle of a task.
"Do you need any help?"
"Sure, I need to get two of these prop suits down, give me a hand, it's a struggle on my own," Toy Freddy replied, trying to pull the first prop suit closer to him for easier access. Toy Bonnie nodded and proceeded to join him in attempting to get a proper hold of the prop suit.
She reached up and grabbed hold of its metal arm, trying to pull it down, but upon doing that all of the other prop suits started to move.
Toy Bonnie frowned, this was not going to be easy.
"Ok, this is heavy, we need to do this slowly and carefully, we don't want all of them to come crashing down on us."
"Agreed, we need to untangle it first from the others, hang on you try the left and I'll do the right," Toy Freddy suggested, moving away to get a proper angle on the prop suit.
"Sure," Toy Bonnie answered, moving to her right.
Reaching up as far as they could they were able to separate most of the first suit from the others. "Ok, now let's pull it out and put it down here," Toy Freddy ordered, now able to get a strong grip on the subject in question.
"Ok, let's pull on the count of three," Toy Bonnie replied.
She immediately strengthen her grip.
"One, two, THREE!"
They pulled hard and it seemed to work with the first prop suit becoming free, however it was still interlocked with the other suits and thus when they pulled it forward off the shelf, the other suits came with it.
And their collective weight quickly became too much for the two of them to handle.
Out of the two, Toy Bonnie was struggling to cope the most, her muscles immediately started to ache as the pressure increased.
"Can't…hold...this…up…forever," she moaned, clearly struggling.
"Try and…shove it...back onto…the shelf," Toy Freddy replied in a similar manner, but he was also finding it extremely difficult to summon any strength to push the mass of prop suits back onto the shelves. However, in his eyes Toy Bonnie was the one in more trouble than him, with the weight of the prop suits threatening to crush her.
More prop suits started to slide off the shelves, creating even more weight for the two to cope with. "I can't…hold them!" Toy Bonnie stressed as her muscles were pushed to their absolute limits. Another prop suit fell off the top shelf, its heavy impact traveling through the suits, Toy Freddy could see that Toy Bonnie was about to crack under the pressure.
So, within the space of a split second, he did the only thing that he could do under the immense circumstances…push Toy Bonnie out of the way before the prop suits' combined weight overwhelmed her.
There was a loud defending crash of metal hitting the floor along with several other smaller thuds. Toy Bonnie slowly opened her eyes with a blurred figure coming into focus, she saw that it was Toy Freddy straddling her as she found herself lying on the cold hard floor. The prop suits had collapsed on top of each other behind them, turning into a pile of tangled metal.
"Are you ok?" Toy Freddy asked, looking quite concerned to which Toy Bonnie gave him a small smile.
"Yes, I am ok, thank you."
The whole scene was just awkward with Toy Freddy effectively sitting on top of Toy Bonnie, who looked rather dazed with considering what had occurred in the last five seconds.
Even under the low light, Toy Freddy could see a blush forming on Toy Bonnie's face. Then to his complete surprise she hugged, wrapping her arms around his back.
"Thanks," she whispered, burying herself into his chest.
"For saving me, that wouldn't have ended well."
Toy Freddy smiled as he patted her on the head.
"Your welcome, at least your safe," he remarked.
Toy Bonnie released him from her grip, she slowly looked up, her green eyes meeting his blue pupils.
She seemed hesitated, as if she was unsure of what to say next, her lips were trembling.
"Toy Freddy…I…I...I need to-"
"Well, well, well, what's going on in here, I heard a loud crash so I came running, am I interrupting anything?"
Toy Freddy looked up and Toy Bonnie turned round to see a figure standing in the doorway, due to the bright light from outside the room, the figure appeared to cast a long shadow across the floor, ending before the two Fazbears.
Toy Bonnie's body instantly stiffen, quickly pushing Toy Freddy off her, her blush was quite evident now, Toy Freddy could see it for himself as he pushed himself back up onto his own two feet.
"No, you're not interrupting anything, we are fine, just had a near incident with the prop suits," he said, answering the figure's question. The figure took several steps forward when it stepped under the light bulb, the person became clear to see…Vincent Afton in his purple staff uniform.
"Prop suits causing a problem still?" he asked, folding his arms, he looked past Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie to see the pile of metal suits. "Yeah, we nearly got crushed by them, whoever stacked them last did a terrible job," Toy Freddy replied, gesturing to the heap of metal behind him.
Vincent turned to look at Toy Bonnie who had become very quiet all of a sudden, not saying a word…that was very unlike her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes clearly scanning hers.
"Yeah," Toy Bonnie replied, her voice being very low.
"Just shocked that's all."
Vincent sighed and shook his head, walking towards the pile of prop suits.
He reached down and took hold of one, pulling it up out of the pile. "Did you need any?" he asked, turning to face Toy Freddy, who nodded in response.
"Yes, we just needed two for tomorrow's big show."
Vincent proceeded to hand one suit to Toy Freddy before reaching down and pulling another suit out of the mess and then giving it to Toy Bonnie. "There, those are the best ones I think," he said, dusting himself down.
"I'll go and inform the superiors about this, you're not the only ones who have had similar problems with the way these things are stored."
"Will the company actually do anything about it?" Toy Freddy asked. Vincent turned in his direction and smiled all knowingly. "That depends on how damaging it is for them, whether it affects their ratings and consequently their profits."
He then sighed, dropping the smile.
"However, if they get enough complaints they will eventually act on it."
"Ok, thanks Vincent," Toy Freddy replied, lifting the prop suit over his shoulder. He walked forward with Vincent effectively having to nudge Toy Bonnie to get her moving, she had gone very quiet and was largely unresponsive.
This type of behavior was very uncharacteristic for her.
Once they were outside, Vincent told them that this incident would go straight to the top in order for a proper change to be implemented.
They thanked him, although Toy Bonnie was still very quiet.
After Vincent had left, Toy Freddy turned to Toy Bonnie, noticing how withdrawn she had become, the expression in her eyes read of embarrassment and shock. "Are you ok, did the suits shock you that much?" he asked, feeling concerned.
She didn't turn to meet his gaze.
"No, just that it was all so fast," she replied, again her voice was low.
"Oh…"
Toy Freddy thought for a moment.
"Hey, how about I take that suit off you and instead you can go and rest for a while, sound fair?"
Toy Bonnie slowly nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah, sounds fair."
She turned and handed him the suit, their eyes met.
"Thank you again, really I mean it," she muttered.
Toy Freddy smiled warmly, as he hoisted the second suit onto his other shoulder.
"Just doing my job, looking out for the family, but you are very much welcome and thank you for helping me in the first place."
At last, Toy Bonnie smiled, returning to that warm grin of hers.
"Ok, I'll go and put these suits in place and then after half an hour we'll all meet back on the stage for today's last show, does that run ok with you?" Toy Freddy asked, although the prop suits were heavy, the stage itself wasn't far away.
Toy Bonnie nodded in approval.
"Sure, that'll work."
"Ok see you later then," Toy Freddy stated, turning round and heading off towards the main stage. As he did, he swore his ears picked up something being muttered by Toy Bonnie, but it was very low.
"How hard must I try for you to see how I truly feel about you?"
His mind dismissed it as he could have easily misheard her words and besides right now he needed to focus on what was more important, making this Pizzeria into a success, he couldn't let it fail like the first one had done.
Or at least…making the Pizzeria outshine the previous one mattered more to him back then…instead of noticing her feelings towards him, which looking back with a fresh pair of eyes was very evident.
He had for many years always acknowledged their relationship to be a friendship enforced by a strong sense of family unity.
How could he not see her feelings for him back then, why only now?
"I've been such an idiot," he whispered, realizing it had taken him something along the lines of twenty-eight years to recognise Toy Bonnie's feelings for him…and the signs were all there, the expressions, the tone of her voice when she talked to him and ever increasing apparent flirting...very apparent flirting.
And last not least her bright smile, which was always there to greet him.
"What?" Toy Bonnie asked, raising her head, clearly interested in his words despite feeling woozy.
"Did you say something?"
"Nothing…" Toy Freddy replied, turning away to look at the surrounding shadows.
"I'll tell you later."
"Hey lovebirds if you haven't noticed already, we aren't out of the woods yet," Mangle shouted, running towards them. Nightmare Chica had by this point, sulked back into the shadows to join Nightmares Freddy and Bonnie.
Nightmare Foxy, now seeing that he was isolated and heavily outnumbered abandoned his attempts to attack Toy Chica and fled, vanishing into the darkness that covered most of the room.
"At least they're off our tail for now," Toy Freddy muttered, as Toy Chica rushed up to join the group. "Are you guys ok?" she asked, her eyes reading all three expressions.
Toy Bonnie looked exhausted and appeared to be in a lot pain with blood continuing to trickle from her shoulder wound, as well as from the marks on her back.
Mangle's ear was still bleeding and she bore claws marks all over her back with several blood stains, not to mention she looked tired.
Toy Freddy was the least injured out of the four, but even he looked worn out as he held Toy Bonnie close with the now empty shotgun by his side.
Toy Chica herself was also drained, she could feel her limbs ache from the loss of fatigue as well as the aching pain she had received to her face in the form of a scar.
"I've got my gun including Mangle's," she said, passing a pistol to Mangle who took it whilst trying to keep her awereness levels up.
"Thanks TC," she muttered.
"Everyone reload, if they come again, then we properly won't last long," Toy Freddy ordered, pushing fresh shotgun shells into the barrel of his shotgun.
Then a loud crackle of intense, youthful laughter erupted from somewhere in the shadows, causing all Toys to turn in its direction, removing any sense of exhaustion from their bodies as the adrenaline swiftly returned.
"Correct Toy Freddy, you four won't last long, in fact I put it to being five minutes, seven at best," Nightmare Freddy's smug voice rang out.
"You're injured as well, plus you don't have any guns," Toy Freddy shouted back in fierce defiance, putting his finger on the trigger. "True, but we've inflicted quite a deadly blow to your team if you haven't noticed already," Nightmare Freddy replied from somewhere beyond their vision.
"Besides who needs guns…WHEN YOU HAVE CLAWS AND TEETH!" Nightmare Foxy shouted out. Then suddenly there came a rather loud slam and all the light went out, as if someone had blown out a candle.
Mangle spun round on the spot and saw in the pitch blackness that the door behind them had been closed, blocking out any light from the corridor outside. "Oh no," she whispered, voicing her fears which the other three were already feeling.
"Nobody move," Toy Bonnie muttered, keeping herself completely still.
A very uneasy silence settled in with only the darkness for company. Needless to say all four of them were shaking, eyes franticly searching for any indication of the Nightmares' position.
Then to their front, a pair of reddish dark eyes appeared…Nightmare Freddy.
To their left a pair of purplish blue eyes emerged…Nightmare Bonnie.
On their right, a pair of yellowy orange eyes came into view…Nightmare Chica.
Finally, to their rear a pair of reddish brown eyes became visible…Nightmare Foxy.
All four of them stood well beyond the range of their guns, plus the pitch hazy blackness was making aiming very difficult for the Toys.
"You four are going nowhere," Nightmare Freddy hissed, smiling at their weak position, he could see them shaking in fear, all four Nightmares could and it was something no one should do whilst in their presence. "The others are coming, you know that you're outnumbered," Toy Freddy shouted, trying to maintain a strong grip on his gun as well as keep the others calm.
"Maybe, but quantity must always take a backseat to quality and that's something we four don't lack," Nightmare Bonnie answered smoothly, her voice dripping in confidence. "Now if I remember correctly, wasn't there a little song you used to sing to the Night guard before killing him?" Nightmare Chica asked sweetly.
"Aye lassie, I believe there was and it went a little something like this," Nightmare Foxy remarked eagerly.
He took a step forward, glaring directly at Mangle.
"Make your sorrows go away."
Nightmare Chica joined him.
"Time for fears to fade."
Then Nightmare Bonnie.
"A jolly night here thou awaits."
Nightmare Freddy smiled, locking eyes with the shaking Toy Freddy.
"No use to call for aid."
And then it happened…
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