Here's chapter 23, once again I'll upload the next chapter when it's ready and will no longer hold myself to a weekly timetable as non-fanfic stuff are taking higher priority right now.
But still, I will stride onwards and see this story through to its completion.
Enjoy...
Chapter 23
V For Vendetta.
"When injustice becomes law...rebellion becomes duty."
V from V for Vendetta 2005
The door was forced wide open, right off its hinges.
Bright light flooded into the room as the Originals burst in, guns at the ready with their hands on all four respective triggers.
It was unknown whether Nightmare Bonnie had ordered what occurred next or whether it was caused by the mere shock of being surprised, but Nightmare Freddy and Nightmare Foxy both let go of Mangle and Toy Chica. Everything suddenly appeared to go in slow motion with Toy Chica and Mangle falling, the Nightmares turning round in shock and awe as the Originals charged forward, eyes narrowed in anger and taking aim, putting their Nightmare equivalents between the iron sights.
Freddy's blue eyes locked with Nightmare Freddy's dark red as he pulled on the trigger on his shotgun.
'I hope you die in a fire' he mouthed venomously, as the shotgun unleashed a shower of shrapnel.
Nightmare Freddy watched, his eyes widen in complete shock as the bullet shower flew straight towards him. However, Nightmare Bonnie intervened, pushing him to the floor, just avoiding the bullet shower that would have surely ripped him to shreds. Bonnie fired, but her shot missed Nightmare Bonnie, who had only just dived to save Nightmare Freddy moments earlier.
Chica being careful not to hit Toy Bonnie showered the area with a spray of bullets, although Nightmare Chica was able duck and hug the ground before the spray reached her. Foxy meanwhile pulled the trigger of his pistol sending a bullet straight for Nightmare Foxy's head, but his nightmarish counterpart turned just in time with the bullet flying through his hair.
The Nightmares knew they couldn't survive this encounter if they stayed.
"We need to get up to the roof now!" Nightmare Freddy hissed to which Nightmare Bonnie quickly nodded in agreement.
Before Freddy or the others could fire another shot, the Nightmares made use of their quick reflexes and took off, racing away towards the far end of the assembly area. However, the Original merely fired at their retreating enemy and this time they struck gold. A single piece of shrapnel penetrated the back of one of Nightmare Bonnie's legs, causing her scream and fall forward. Nightmare Freddy turned to help her only for a stray bullet from Chica's automatic to hit him right in the arm, immobilising it.
Nightmare Chica got a high-powered shot in one of her shoulder joints, she felt her right arm go numb within an instant. And last of all Nightmare Foxy however suffered a bullet going right into his left foot, he yelped in pain, falling backwards onto the floor.
"We need to leave now," Nightmare Chica groaned, turning round to pull Nightmare Foxy up.
"I know, come on, the Toys will distract them for a bit," Nightmare Freddy answered, lifting Nightmare Bonnie up with his only working hand as she could no longer walk.
She instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck as he carried her away, while Nightmare Chica supported Nightmare Foxy who now had a limp due to his injured foot.
Speaking of the Toys…
When the Nightmares dropped Toy Chica and Mangle, they fell…only for Toy Freddy to reach out and catch them, one hand grabbing Toy Chica with the other one grabbing hold of Mangle. This act however hurt his arms, especially the one which had a bullet lodged into it, causing him to yell out in agony and Toy Bonnie couldn't cope with the increased weight as she was dragged towards the edge of the chasm, feeling her legs lose their grip.
"HELP US!" she screamed in absolute terror.
Throwing away the option of pursing the Nightmares, the Originals ran forward seeing the scenario play itself out in their minds. Foxy threw his pistol away and within an instant dived forward, just as Toy Bonnie went over the edge. He grabbed hold of her legs slowing her descent and but he could feel himself being dragged down.
Then the others caught up and grabbed hold of him, bringing the Toys' free fall to a complete stop, leaving Toy Bonnie in the air gripping onto Toy Freddy who in turn was holding onto both Mangle and Toy Chica.
"Hang on, we'll you get guys up," Chica shouted, trying to get a clear view of them.
"JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!" Mangle screamed, not clearly enjoying the sensation of dangling in midair.
"One two three, PULL!" Freddy yelled, gathering all his strength.
They pulled, slowly bringing Toy Bonnie up, legs first and then they reached down and grabbed Toy Freddy, slowly pulling him up. As soon as Toy Freddy was dragged to safety, they grabbed hold of Mangle and Toy Chica as soon as they were in reach, lifting them up and out of the hole.
Before the Originals could say anything and enjoy their success, they saw the full extent of the Toys' injuries.
"Oh…" was all a surprised Chica could say, her eyes instantly catching Toy Bonnie's still bleeding shoulder wound. All four of them looked exhausted to say the least, compared to their older counterparts who looked fresh and relatively unscratched. Then Foxy noticed that Mangle was physically shaking. "Mangle, you ok girl?" he asked, even though he knew it was a stupid thing to ask.
Mangle's eyes looked up to face his, her shaking grew worse.
She lunged at him, burying her head into his chest and letting her sadness out by sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's ok Mangle, it's ok," he whispered, patting her back as she struggled to cope with her recent trauma at the hands of the Nightmares. "You guys ok?" Freddy asked, although in the light of recent events it was a fairly ridiculous question to ask. "We're fine…as one could be in our position," Toy Freddy replied, clearly tired and worn out.
Then Chica spoke up.
"You guys need to get out, we'll pursue the Nightmares from here."
That caused the Toy's eyes to widen, even Mangle in the midst of her sobs turned to face Chica. "Are you sure that's a good idea, given that we don't know where the others are?" Toy Chica asked, feeling exhaustion creeping over her like a shroud. "Plus it's dark in here, you could be ambushed?"
Then the entire building shook, dust fell and cracks crept up the walls amidst the sounds of things smashing upon impact…the building was on its last legs.
Everyone regardless of where they were staggered as the building shifted.
"Here, you guys call Mike and Jeremy and tell them to find Springtrap somewhere on the 6th floor, we've already told them, but they may need reminding," Bonnie stated, handing their phone to Toy Bonnie. "You can make your own way out the entrance shouldn't be far, use the light on the phone, we'll go up and chase the Nightmares up to the roof as that's where Puppet and Balloon Boy will be," Foxy added, checking the surrounding area for anymore intruders.
"What's happened to the others?" Toy Freddy asked, his blue eyes show deep conern for the whereabouts of the others.
Freddy wanted to tell him what was going on with the others, especially with Goldie having been turned into Nightmare Fredbear, but time was of the essence.
"I'll tell you later, but now we need to get going, just do as we've asked and get yourselves to safety."
The Toys all slowly nodded in agreement with Freddy's words. Putting his arms around Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica, who hooked her arm around Mangle Toy Freddy led the way forward. He then glanced back at Freddy and the others.
"Kill them, give them a taste of their own fucking medicine."
Then he continued leading the others out towards the door, while Toy Bonnie started to open up the phone and contact Mike and Jeremy.
Upon finding his pistol, Foxy pointed it in the direction of the Nightmares' escape route. "Come on," he stated, turning his gaze towards the pitch blackness through which the faint outline of a doorway could be seen.
"There's demons that need killing."
"If their intent is on reaching the roof then there'll be a second staircase somewhere nearby," Chica added.
One by one they set off into the darkness with only one thing on their minds…vengeance.
"Hang on, I'll get," Mike said, digging into his pocket to find the phone. He pressed the receive button and put the phone speaker next to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked warmly, it wasn't as if it he was expecting anyone else to call.
"Mike, it's me, Toy Bonnie."
Ok a slight re write, he was excepting the Originals to answer not the Toys, even Jeremy gave him a confused look.
"Toy Bonnie…why do you have the Originals' phone?" Mike asked, recovering from the initial surprise.
"Long story cut short, we were attacked by the Nightmares, but the Originals arrived and drove them off and are now pursuing them, they want you two to go and find Springtrap."
"Yeah we're sort of on it," Jeremy said loud enough to be heard over the speaker. "Although the collapsing building isn't helping."
Toy Bonnie sighed.
"He's somewhere on the 6th floor apparently, that's all they told us."
"Ok, we'll do that, shouldn't be too hard with the building falling apart around us," Mike replied, joking at the last bit.
"Just be careful ok?" Toy Bonnie asked.
"Yeah, we will be, we haven't been killed yet, what about you guys?" Jeremy enquired, leaning against the locker's interior cold metallic wall.
"We're heading outside, the Nightmares got us…pretty bad," Toy Bonnie answered, feeling the pain pulse from her shoulder wound.
A look of worry passed over the former night guards' faces
"Ok, we'll meet you there," Mike stated, now sounding serious.
"Good luck," was Toy Bonnie's reply.
"You too, just hurry on out."
Then the call was cancelled.
Mike looked up at Jeremy who wore a cold expression, mentally reading himself for what lay ahead. "Two floors up, find Springtrap and bring him back safely."
Jeremy briefly smiled, his eyes sparked with determination.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
He turned and kicked the metal locker door wide open and burst outside, Mike quickly followed.
They broke down the door of the room in which they had both sought shelter…only to be met by an impossible challenge. The floor was gone, when they shone the phone's light ahead of them a massive hole was all that appeared. By the looks of it, the hole travelled through the floors below, all the way down to the basement.
"Ok…" Mike muttered, trying to figure a way out of bypassing this rather huge obstacle.
"This is interesting…"
Jeremy however, took the only course of action he could see…by dropping down, hanging onto the floor's outer edges and slowly moving towards where there was actual floor.
"Come on, it's not that bad," he called.
Mike upon seeing no other option sighed and followed his example.
Jeremy reached his objective and pulled himself up, he then turned round and helped Mike.
The building then shook once more, shaking all the way down to its cracked foundations.
"Come on, this thing's about to collapse and I do not wish to be buried alive in it," Jeremy muttered, taking the lead.
"We should ignored the 5th floor and just go straight up to the 6th," Mike said, his eyes scanning for anything odd.
"If Springtrap was on the sixth floor by the time of the explosion then he should still be there."
He didn't want to admit the possibility of Springtrap having met his death by falling through one of many holes which were hidden in the dark. They ran, dogging the piles of rubble that littered the various corridors, using the light from the phone to light their way. Every now and again, the building shook with more dust falling each time. Jeremy nearly fell through the floor at one point as his foot right through the already weaken concrete, luckily Mike pulled him out before anything else could happen.
"You owe me one now," he stated to which Jeremy sarcastically remarked.
"I'll repay you sometime later, I guess it's only fair."
Upon turning a corner, they saw a lone endoskeleton…lost…confused.
When it saw them, it instantly ran forward, its eyes narrowed as it readied itself to attack.
Mike raised his gun, but there was no actual need as the endoskeleton fell straight through the floor as it was unable to take its weight.
Its electric screams were swiftly silenced by a loud crushing smack, signaling its impact with the floor below.
"Glad I'm not that guy," Jeremy laughed, while Mike just stared at the hole.
He didn't much fancy the idea of falling to his death only to be crushed by the impact…no one did.
"Come on, the staircase if it is still there should be just around the corner," he said plainly, walking forward slowly to test the floor's strength. They continued, avoiding anything that looked dangerous or which they were uncertain about, but soon they reached their destination. However, what they found was not what they expected, despite everything that they've seen so far.
For there, lit up by the phone's light, stumbling his way down the staircase like a zombie, hugging the wall in which a bloodily trail followed…was a battered, critically wounded and exhausted Springtrap, dragging an unconscious Goldie behind him.
His eyes looked heavy and he was bleeding…a lot with more bruises than either Jeremy or Mike could count between them.
His breathing wasn't timed either, it was rather raspy and irregular.
"SPRINGTRAP!" Mike shouted, finally finding his voice again after his initial shock.
Springtrap slowly looked up, in his hazy vision he could see two figures at the bottom of the stairs.
Then and not for the first time, he blacked out, losing all sense of control over his movements.
He fell forward, bashing himself on the stairs as he did.
"SPRING!" Jeremy screamed, running forward, forgetting all sense of safety should the stairs give away which given their state was a strong possibility.
Mike followed, he was also just as anxious.
Jeremy was able to stop Springtrap's fall and pushed him against the wall for support. Mike meanwhile got to Goldie, checking to see if he was alright. Putting his arm around him, he slowly lifted Goldie up so his feet was trailing behind him, instead of his entire body.
"Spring, how did you get Goldie back and just what the fuck happened to you?" Jeremy asked, trying to lift Springtrap up.
Springtrap by this point had regained consciousness.
"It's…a long…story," he replied, his voice being all quiet and shaky.
Then he spat out blood as he underwent an intense coughing fit, which put even more pressure on his bruised ribs.
"Oh my God, he's on the verge of death," Mike exclaimed.
"We need to get him out now!" Jeremy shouted, as the building shook once more, wobbling on its broken foundations.
Throwing his arm around Springtrap, Jeremy slowly lifted him up so he could stand on his own two feet.
"Can you walk?" he asked, making sure that he was stable enough to stand on his own.
"Yes…I can," Springtrap whispered, although it was more of a grunt of confirmation.
"Good, let's go, the others are waiting outside," Mike said confidently dragging Goldie with him.
Internally Springtrap smiled as they started to make their way down.
He couldn't wait to see the looks on the others' faces when they saw Goldie…if he lived to see it that is.
Meanwhile…on the other side of the building.
"WHERE ARE YOU NIGHTMARES!" Freddy shouted, his tone being one of fake cheerfulness with a strong undertone of anger.
"COME OUT, COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!" Bonnie called, sounding all bittersweet.
"WE DON'T BITE!" Chica screamed, mocking concern, whilst sounding extremely vengeful.
"WE JUST WANNA HAVE A GOOD FACE TO FACE TALK ABOUT WHY YOU SHOULD BE BEATEN TO DEATH!" Foxy roared, he wasn't faking his tone, it was one of rage and pure bloodlust.
By now they were on the 5th floor, chasing the Nightmares to the roof.
"They couldn't have gone far, especially if they're injured," Freddy muttered, his ears primed to pick up any movement.
Despite it still being dark, the phone's light was really helping to speed things up, allowing them to avoid any pitfalls.
"Come on, they have to be somewhere nearby," said Foxy rushing off once more with the others following close behind.
Needless to say the Nightmares were nearby, one floor up, but were struggling to make any headway due to most of them struggling to walk because of their injuries. One would think that they couldn't see any of the wreckage which filled their route up to the roof, but they had night vison of sorts, clearing the way forward. Nightmare Freddy was finding it hard to run and carry Nightmare Bonnie at the same time, while Nightmares Chica and Foxy were both supporting each other as they each had a bullet in their foot or leg.
"Come on, only 2 floors left and this staircase goes right to the top," Nightmare Foxy stated, checking behind him to see if their pursuers were nearby.
"I could hold them off and let you three get to safety," Nightmare Chica muttered.
"NO!" Nightmare Bonnie shouted, in a rather loud out brust.
She turned to face Nightmare Chica, her facial expression being one of both concern and determination.
"None of us are being left behind, we all swore to stick together before coming here."
"Wait…about Nightmare Fredbear?" Nightmare Freddy asked, catching the attention of the others.
They had all forgot about him.
"Oh…right," was all Nightmare Chica could say.
"I'll text Vincent to inform him," Nightmare Freddy muttered, typing into his watch tracker.
On board, the airship which was hovering over the roof, Vincent received their text and he was unsure of what to say. Nightmare Fredbear was physically gone from the world, yet he didn't want them to undergo a pointless rescue operation to search for a non-existing person.
So, he told them the truth, typing back.
"N-Fredbear is gone, he isn't here anymore, something bad happened to him, get back on board and I'll tell you everything."
That shocked the Nightmares to their very core...Nightmare Fredbear was gone!
"WHAT!" Nightmare Freddy shouted, clearly not wanting to believe what Vincent had just told them.
He looked angry, confused and shocked all rolled into one. Nightmare Fredbear was someone who he compared himself too, being stronger, wiser, and someone whose example Nightmare Freddy could follow. Now he was gone, trapped back in the house which was locked within the realm of Limbo.
"HOW, WHY, WHAT THE FUCK!" he shouted, bashing the wall with his free fist.
The other Nightmares were equally shocked, their pained facial expressions said it all.
"That can't be, because if he's gone then that means…"
"Goldie's back," Nightmare Chica muttered in a terrified tone, beating Nightmare Foxy to it.
"And if he's back, then we're not safe in these bodies, what if the original occupants come back and try too…" Nightmare Bonnie trailed off, as she held onto Nightmare Freddy's neck. She was about to announce the Nightmares' greatest fear and it wasn't something they were used to feeling. For decades, they had been the instruments of fear, believing they embodied it and that nothing could overcome them.
However, they had built that image of themselves within the dream world of the child whose mind had created them.
Now there's quite a big difference between being in the real world and the dream world…a big fucking difference.
In the dream/limbo world you never die…but in this world...death is real…very real with all the agony that companies it.
"Oh, god no," Nightmare Freddy muttered, going pale in the face as it dawned on all of them what they were truly facing.
"GUYS, THEY'RE OVER HERE!"
A loud voice tore through the silence, all four Nightmares turned round and saw at the bottom of the staircase leading to the 5th floor was Chica with her automatic and she looked as pissed as hell.
She was holding a phone up which was blasting out a bright light, fully exposing them.
Then Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy emerged from around the corner also holding their weapons.
They looked up and saw their Nightmarish counterparts, instantly all eyes became locked with one another.
Bright blue stared into dark red, purplish red stared into purplish blue, green stared into orangey yellow and brown stared into brownish red.
For several seconds, amidst the sounds of the building collapsing and groaning under its intense weight, the two groups just stared at each other like snipers gazing at one another through their sights. For the Originals, this was the first time they got to see their enemy in the flesh, Freddy, Foxy and Chica had seen Nightmare Freddy before, but that was in their dreams. For the Nightmares, this was a scary moment, they were unharmed, injured, without any kind of support and time was ticking away as the city police closed in on the scene.
"We need to go…now!" Nightmare Freddy whispered, to which the other Nightmares slowly nodded in silent agreement.
The Originals walked forward, cradling their guns, eyes narrowed as cold smiles crept across their faces.
"You four," Freddy began, his voice was full of nothing but anger and hate as he held his shotgun at the ready.
"Have a lot to answer for."
Chica stepped forward, she looked the angriest of the four and not too much surprise she was glaring at Nightmare Freddy.
"You sick, sadistic, murdering bastards!" she hissed.
"You are going to pay for what you've done to us and to the Toys!" Bonnie snarled, brandishing her rifle, clearly eager to be the first to open fire.
"But most of all you're going to pay for what you did to Goldie!" Foxy growled, he looked ready to tear all four Nightmares apart with just the mere use of his hook alone.
The fear of death flew like an arrow straight into the Nightmares' hearts, they'd never felt so vulnerable.
They could feel their heartbeats pounding against their ribcages as the shadows of their rivals crept across the floor.
They had three options.
One, accept death and let the Originals shoot them.
Two, run and face the strong likelihood of getting shot from behind.
Or three….there wasn't an option three.
In truth, Nightmare Freddy could use his three Freddy's heads, but he wasn't prepared to risk them against the Fazbears' guns, they would all be blown to the four winds before they could sink their teeth in.
Instead, they had under their own initiative taken shelter around his back to protect themselves from any harm, effectively making him their shield.
"Nice to know how loyal you three are, to a fault," he mentally commented sarcastically.
Then something suddenly dawned on Nightmare Bonnie and she started to laugh, much to everyone's surprise.
"What's so funny?" Freddy asked sternly, not understanding Nightmare Bonnie's reasons for laughing and he was in no mood for jokes.
"The whole situation, the roles should be reversed mind you, but if you think about it, your about to kill four unharmed people, and yet sometime ago we were about to kill the Toys, so with that in mind."
The building shook again, only this time the passing tremor was stronger than before.
"Aren't we the same?" Nightmare Bonnie asked cheerfully.
"WE ARE NOT THE SAME!" Bonnie yelled, pointing her gun right at Nightmare Bonnie, aiming to shoot her in the face.
"Are you sure, because I can see some similarities," Nightmare Foxy stated smugly.
"We are not like you, we don't kill innocent people," Freddy stressed.
Then Nightmare Freddy laughed, his body shaking all over.
"Oh Freddy…you utter hypocritic."
He looked up, staring at Freddy in the face.
"What about the countless nightguards you four have killed, they had families to support, wives, children, and you stuffed them alive into Fazbear suits and didn't think twice, does that remind you of anyone?"
Freddy narrowed his eyes in rage, but Foxy beat him to it.
"Yes we did that, but we were not under our own control at the time and we certainly don't take pleasure killing innocents, ramming cars into them, beating them when they're down, or tearing into other people's minds."
That part brought back bad memories for Freddy and Chica.
"Yes we both kill, but for very different reasons," Foxy finished, glaring at the four Nightmares who smiled back as he spoke his words. The building shook once more, cracks appeared on the walls, flowing all the way up to the ceiling.
"You know, this building won't be standing for much longer, so why are we talking?" Nightmare Chica asked, looking around and wondering just how long they all had left before they would be buried alive.
Chica smiled putting her finger on the trigger. "Good point, why are we talking, instead of shooting you where you stand."
Nightmare Freddy slowly moved his free yet immobilised hand around his back and slightly tapped Nightmare Foxy with his foot.
It was enough to get his attention, as his eyes flickered over to him.
Nightmare Freddy leaned his head slightly backwards, trying to wiggle his shoulder, all the while keeping his gaze forward so he didn't give anything away. Nightmare Foxy soon caught on and slowly moved his hook behind Nightmare Freddy's back. His pupils moved quick and often, but in a way so the Originals didn't suspect anything odd, while he could see what he was typing.
Vincent on the airship was waiting at the open hatchway from which a rope ladder dangled out of. The airship had been hovering over the roof for a good ten to fifteen minutes with its engines running on full power. Time was running out, the police would soon be here, his endoskeletons were doing the best of their I.T abilities to slow the police down by hacking into their network and wrecking it to the point of being unusable.
However, it could only work for so long, as the approaching sirens grew louder.
"Where are you four?" he muttered, looking around for any sign of them.
It was then he got a rather disturbing text message from his watch tracker.
It read in chaotic writing and capital letters…not a good sign.
"HELP, TRAPPED BY ORIGINALS, ON 6TH FLOOR STAIRWELL!"
Vincent was confused, it wasn't like the Nightmares to call for help, they certainly weren't the ones who would need it when considering their capabilities.
"This is very bad," he whispered under his breath, first he had lost Nightmare Fredbear, now he was gonna lose Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie and Chica and Foxy.
He didn't like the idea of being alone while facing all twelve Fazbears plus the eleven ghost children as well as Mike and Jeremy.
He couldn't win against those odds.
"You know, just this once, I will take pleasure in killing," Freddy stated, bringing his shotgun up. "After all, it'll be small compared to your crimes," Bonnie added, putting her finger on the trigger of her rifle. "The world's a safer place without you four, Nightmare Fredbear included," Chica growled, eyeing her Nightmarish counterpart as a target.
"it's game over!" Foxy announced putting Nightmare Foxy right between the iron sights of his pistol.
"Does anyone else get a strong sense of irony here or is it just me?" Nightmare Freddy asked, to which the other three just nodded silently, their eyes fixed on the aggressive smirks of their counterparts.
The only thing the Originals could hear in their heads was the ghost children screaming at them to pull the trigger.
"KILL THEM!"
There were several shots fired.
Nightmare Freddy received a shotgun blast to his leg which ripped into the muscle, shards embedding into bone, bringing an intense wave of unbearable pain. He screamed in absolute agony, falling to the floor and dropping Nightmare Bonnie in the process. She hit the floor, landing on her side, but that didn't stop Bonnie from putting a bullet into her, cutting right into her stomach making her shriek like a banshee.
Nightmare Chica had a spray of bullets penetrate her shoulders and hips effectively immobilizing her, she fell to the floor, laying on her back and struggled to breath due to the intense agony. And finally, Nightmare Foxy got several bullets in his lower abdomen and chest, like the others he fell to the ground as his wounds started to bleed.
The pain immobilised him, he wanted to crawl away to safety, but his body wouldn't let him, nor would he survive the Fazbears' attempts to stop him.
Then came the sounds of footsteps, in their blurry vision the Nightmares looked up until four figures came into view.
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy now all stood before them, towering right over the injured four, who looked defeated.
The four Fazbears looked determined, united and stern.
Gone were the smirks and narrowed eyes, now replaced with blank stares and cold emotionless pupils.
"Do you know how it feels…" Freddy muttered, leaned down and staring at the defenceless Nightmares.
"To be crushed again and again and then to lose nearly everything?"
Nightmare Freddy attempted to push himself up straight, but he collapsed back onto the floor due to the damage dealt to his leg, which left him breathing rather intensely.
"How ironic, what a fitting end for horrors like you," Foxy muttered, watching the Nightmares gasp in sheer agony.
"You made a big mistake in messing with us," Chica stated, shaking her head.
"Just like Vincent will, you shall reap what you've sowed and now it's harvest time," Bonnie said, folding her arms in defiance.
Nightmare Bonnie raised her head up, clearly struggling to do so as the pain coursed throughout her entire body.
"So will you…you Fazbears don't know who you really dealing with…..you really don't."
Freddy shook his head and spoke.
"We'll figure it out for ourselves, you have nothing to offer us and you attacked us first, so it is self-defense."
They raised her guns again with their fingers on the triggers.
"Might as well as put you out of your misery," Freddy muttered, locking eyes with his Nightmare counterpart.
"It'll be the only humane treatment you'll ever get."
Nightmare Freddy attempted to shield all three as best as possible from the inevitable bullet shower.
There was a clang as something bounced into view, two small balls landed before the Originals, rolling forward, before coming to a complete stop.
Chica raised her eyebrows in wonder.
"What are those?"
She didn't get an answer as the balls exploded into bright flashes of white light, right in the Originals' eyes, blinding them, lighting up the whole stairwell. Chica dropped the phone in her shock, it hit the floor and once the flash bangs' light went out, the surrounding darkness engulfed them.
Then Vincent ran out from around the corner with several endoskeletons in tow, he was of course holding a gun.
"Quick get them to safety while the others are down," he ordered as the endoskeletons proceeded to carry out his orders.
In groups of five, they grabbed all four Nightmares and quickly dragged them away around the stairwell corner and up the steps to the 7th floor. Vincent meanwhile laid down a barrage of covering fire as he brought up the rear.
Although in fairness it was just him firing blindly into the dark.
"GO, GO, GO!" he shouted, backing away as the Originals recovered and took stock of what had just happened.
"WHAT DO WE DO NOW!" Chica shouted, looking around.
Bonnie grabbed her rifle which she had dropped and ran forward, clearly knowing the answer.
"QUICK, WE CAN'T LET THEM ESCAPE!" she shouted, disregarding the fact that she could not see in the dark.
Foxy followed her, with Freddy dragging Chica along who managed to pick up the phone off the floor. The ghost children instantly recognized Vincent and screamed his name so loud that the Originals felt like their heads was about to explode, a constant pounding within their skulls. They could feel their presence burning with immense rage just below the surface in their minds, eager to take over and give chase to their killer.
They could so easily do it, but the Fazbears' willpower to stay focus and in control was barely enough to keep them under lock and key.
The ghost children in the Toys also heard their brethren's' call and started screaming, which didn't help the Toys who were struggling to cope with the pain of their injuries. Even far above them in the ventilation system, Balloon Boy and the Puppet who were nearing the 8th floor underwent the screams of the ghost children that resided in them, it felt like one massive headache, relentlessly pounding against their skulls.
"MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!"
Bonnie enraged by the Nightmares getting away so easily burst out from around the corner only for Vincent to shoot at her with his rifle.
A bullet flew pass, just missing her neck, then Foxy grabbed hold of her and pulled her back, away from anymore danger.
"Don't run off lassie, we need to stick together its dark in here," he said sounding both concerned for her safety and slightly angered at her stubbornness to throw herself into danger like that.
Then Freddy and Chica finally caught up with both of them panting for breath.
"Mmmm, I find it hard to believe that one can take on four so easily!" Vincent called out, clearly mocking them.
The endoskeletons continued to drag the wounded and dazed Nightmares up to the 8th floor, their motors working overtime to put as much distance as possible between them and their attackers. All the while Vincent covered their retreat, firing back at Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy as they attempted to make their way up the staircase.
Although firing blindly into the dark was all he could do and just hope that he hit one of his targets.
"THE NIGHTMARES MAYBE DOWN, BUT I'M NOT!" he yelled, over the shooting and exchange of bullets.
"I WOULDN'T COUNT ON IT FOR LONG!" Freddy shouted back, trying to catch Vincent in a blast of shrapnel.
Vincent laughed, ducking behind a corner as his purple hair swayed about in the air.
"You know it was so easy killing those kids and you four had no idea that the killer was one of the staff, someone who you had even interacted with on many occasions."
"WHY!" Chica screamed in pure rage
"WHAT DID WE OR EVEN THE CHILDREN EVER DO TO YOU TO DESERVE SUCH CRULTY?"
"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?" Vincent asked back, ducking behind the corner leading up to the 8th floor as the endoskeletons continued to carry the Nightmares up towards the open door which lead onto the roof. "I MEAN YOU FOUR WERE SO GUIDABLE IN YOUR YOUTH, SO EGOISTICAL THAT YOU WERE THE BEST IN THE BUSSINESS!"
"WE'VE BEEN WANTING TO KNOW FOR THRITY ODD YEARS!" Foxy yelled, firing a few shots in Vincent's direction.
"PLUS, WE'VE MATURED A LOT SINCE THEN!"
"TRUST ME FAZBEARS!" Vincent shouted, returning fire as he sprayed the stairwell with an almighty shower of bullets.
"CAN YOU REALLY HANDLE THE TRUTH ONCE YOU KNOW IT?"
He turned and saw the endoskeletons carry the Nightmares through the exit door to the roof where the airship was hovering in midair.
Daylight poured through it, giving him some field of vision, unlike the Fazbears who were stumbling about in the darkness and trying not to get shot.
"YOU CAN HANDLE ANYTHING, WE KNOW YOUR TRICKS!" Bonnie yelled, trying her best to get a clear shot at Vincent.
"WE'VE BEEN LEFT IN LIMBO SINCE 1983, NEVER ABLE TO SHAKE FREE OF THE PAST THANKS TO YOU!" Chica shouted, covering everything in a shower of bullets.
By now the endoskeletons had reached the rope ladder leading up to the airship, one by one they started to climb, pulling the groaning, exhausted Nightmares up with them towards the open hatchway.
Vincent knew he had now lost the momentum, the Fazbears would soon overwhelm him, yet it was just so temping to leave them with an answer to their question.
"Should I give them an obvious hint, should I let them know my movitiation?"
The intense quick paced sound of footsteps grew ever closer out of the darkness.
"Would it throw them off balance is the question, is there anything for me to gain if I let them know," he wondered. Standing in the roof exit doorway, he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled something out. He looked at it, staring at the object which he held in his hand as the footsteps grew ever louder.
"Should I raise the curtain, would it wreck what I've got planned for the long term?"
As soon as Freddy and the others emerged from around the corner, Vincent quickly stuffed the object back into his trouser pocket.
"No…now's not the time."
Locking eyes with Freddy, he smiled at the Fazbear's desire for answers.
"You know…I was once like you Freddy, always searching for answers, but I'll let you figure things out...perhaps it's for the best."
Then before any Fazbear could raise their gun to shoot, Vincent stepped out and slammed the door closed, bolting it shut.
"Besides, Goldie's back, so if he can remember what I told him, and if their paying attention then they may get their answer."
He turned and ran to the ladder, following on after the endoskeletons as a nearby metal lid acting as the cover for a roof vent was forced open.
Balloon Boy and the Puppet slowly dragged themselves out into the open daylight, clearly exhausted and aching from spending a good fifteen to twenty minutes inside a dark, cold and tight ventilation system.
"Oh, thank God we're out," Puppet moaned stretching her back.
"Never again," Balloon Boy groaned also stretching his arms and legs.
Then it suddenly dawned on them where they were, with the airship hovering overhead, seeing multiple endoskeletons dragging the Nightmares up into the hatchway and Vincent climbing up after them. Taking the opportunity, Puppet drew out both her strings, stood up and launched a long-range attack against Vincent, whipping the strings around his legs and pinning him in place.
Vincent noticed that he was suddenly immobilised within an instant, turning round to fire a spray of bullets at her with his pistol, aiming to drive her off.
Puppet instinctively ducked behind the roof vent cover, it's study metal frame, protected her and BB as the bullets bounced off the metal. But she hadn't let go of her strings and continued to pull from behind her entrenched hiding spot.
"You're not escaping us this time!" she cursed under her breath, as she tightens her grip on the ropes and pulled firmly, further trapping Vincent on the rope ladder.
Vincent growled as he felt the strings tighten, he swapped his pistol for the knife which he kept on his person.
However, the endoskeletons managing the cockpit had decided to take matters into their own hands, bringing one of the airship's harpoon guns online.
Using the onboard radar, it targeted the Puppet's location and issued the command order into the onboard computer.
There was a loud mechanical clang as the mechanics shifted into action, with the lone gun being turned on its base in the direction of its target, before launching its one harpoon. The missile soared through the air and almost struck home, had it not been for two things; one it failed to account for the vent roof cover which slowed its impact down to nothing and secondly, Balloon Boy taking the chance to pull Puppet out of its direction.
The harpoon had penetrated the vent's cover with its narrowed spiked tip, halting barely mere inches from the Puppet's face. Had it not been stopped, it would have gone straight through her head and out the other end, destroying her brain and killing her instantly.
Vincent took full advantage of the lull to cut his legs free of the Puppet's strings and proceeded to continue his climb upwards.
Then came sounds of banging from the rooftop door.
"COME ON ALL TOGETHER!" Chica shouted as she and the others shoved against the door with all their might.
Then Foxy felt something speak to him…from within the depths of his own mind.
"Foxy…Foxy, I sensed something in one of the side rooms," it was the ghost child whispering inside his head.
Stepping back from the others, Foxy turned and saw that off to the side was a door to the room which the ghost child wanted him to go into.
"It might be of use for later…say in the next five minutes perhaps."
Trusting the child completely, Foxy walked over and opened the door to see a storage room of sorts inside.
"On the second shelf to the right, you'll see it."
Foxy did as the child said, walking forward, his eyes on the lookout from anything of interest and found much to his surprise a packed-up parachute.
"The building is collapsing and soon there'll be no other way down."
Foxy smiled, liking the child's thinking...so thoughtful to their hosts...most of the time.
"I like the way you think kido."
If he could pat the kid he would, loving to see him smile.
"HEY FOXY, WHERE ARE YOU?" Bonnie called from outside.
"COMING," Foxy replied, picking up the packed parachute.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE STEP BACK, I'VE GOT THIS!" Freddy yelled, aiming at the door's handle with his shotgun.
He fired, the resulting blast destroying the lock mechanism and the door swung open. They charged forward, emerging out of the settling dust to see Vincent pulling himself inside the airship's hatchway.
"GUYS, YOU MADE IT!" Balloon Boy yelled, catching their attention, as he and the Puppet ran towards them.
"Balloon Boy, Puppet your alive!" Chica squealed, hugging them both once they reached her.
"Thank God."
"Bonnie, you've got the best shot out of all of us, take it," Freddy ordered, eyeing Vincent at the far end of the rooftop.
"Sure thing Freddy, it'll be my pleasure," Bonnie replied, taking aim, placing her eyes to be in line with the scope. As she did, her eyes changed from their normal reddish purple to two small white dots…the ghost child within her was in control.
"Go to hell you bastard!" she hissed, pulling the trigger.
The bullet shot out like a bat, flew through the air…and hit Vincent in the right shoulder, just as he was reaching for the hatchway's side handles. He yelled in pain and fell, only to grab onto the rope ladder with his free hand. Several of his endoskeletons heard his cries and rushed over to help, reaching out and grabbing his hand.
"Master Vincent, are you ok?" one of the endoskeletons asked, leaning out of the hatchway.
Vincent, despite the immense agony he was feeling from his right shoulder shot the fellow endoskeleton a look of utter annoyance.
"JUST PULL ME IN, GOD DAMMIT!"
With their combined strength, they pulled him inside, Bonnie fired again, but this time she missed with the bullet bouncing off the metal cover with a distinctive metallic clang. The endoskeletons leaned Vincent up against the airship's interior wall, the man groaned in pain as he felt his damaged shoulder being pressed against the cold hard metal. He clutched it with his other hand, earning several concerned glances from the surrounding endoskeletons.
"Master Vincent you need immediate medical assistance, but where are we flying too now?" one asked.
Repressing his desire to groan once more, Vincent in a rather shaky tone answered the endoskeleton's question.
"Over Lake Michigan…fly to the centre of the lake….get us as far away as from here as possible and avoid any law enforcement."
The endoskeleton immediately rushed off to informed his fellow endoskeletons in the cockpit, while the remaining bunch proceeded to attend to Vincent's wounds.
Out of the corner of his eye, Vincent could just make out the hazy figures of Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, who by the looks of it were unconscious as the endoskeleton quickly underwent attempts to hook them up to various life support platforms. They had properly fallen unconscious from all the blood loss, those wounds looked pretty deep. All the while, the rope ladder was pulled inside and the hatch door closed shut as the airship with its new destination marked, started to ascend into the sky, its four propellers spinning wildly as it built up speed.
Sighing in agony once again, Vincent turned his head in the opposite direction, towards the lone hatchway window.
Through it he could just make out the Originals along with Balloon Boy and the Puppet on the rooftop, all watching the airship rise up into the sky.
Yet it was the look on Freddy's face that caught his attention.
The enraged eyes, the narrowed eyebrows, the lowered bear ears and gritted teeth, Freddy was clearly mad that Vincent had once more slipped away from his grasp.
"Well played Freddy, well played indeed," Vincent muttered to himself.
Slowly with his free hand, he reached back into his trouser pocket, wrapping his fingers around the object.
He smiled, his eyes regaining that distinctive glint as he stared out into space, seemly oblivious to the activity of the endoskeletons that now surrounded him.
"This sure is a long game," he thought to himself.
"But I knew that the moment I started to play…all those years ago."
The Originals ran forward firing at the airship in their desperation to bring it down, but to no avail.
"WE'LL FIND YOU, WHERE EVER YOU CHOOSE TO RUN!" Freddy yelled, clearly angry at their missed opportunity.
"Don't worry captain, we'll get them, at least they're on the backfoot now," Foxy said, patting Freddy on the back in triumph, watching as the airship flew over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.
"Killing those Nightmares would have made things a lot easier for us though," Bonnie groaned, frustrated over how easy things were before Vincent took them by complete surprise with his flash bangs.
Now that the chase was over and the adrenaline within them was subsiding, a certain issue arose.
"Guys, we need to get down or-"
Puppet didn't get to finish her sentence as the entire building started to shake and this wasn't any ordinary tremor which had persisted since the explosion, but rather the building's death throes. From the basement up to the roof, cracks widen, floors collapsed, the ventailtion system fell apart, everything was being destroyed as the eight storey building started to collapse in on itself.
Luckily Mike and Jeremy had cleared the main doors before the shaking started.
From the ground, the Toys could see the dire situation their counterparts were in, not noticing who else Mike and Jeremy had brought out with them.
"GUYS, YOU NEED TO GET OUT NOW!" Toy Freddy shouted, cupping his mouth with his hands to be heard over the immense shaking.
Those on the roof, were too paralyzed to move, apart from Foxy.
"Quick, we need to get on this parachute if we're gonna live!" he shouted, unpacking the item in question.
Everyone just stared at him, unable to believe his idea.
"But…" Chica began, pointing at the parachute as Foxy assembled it.
"That can't hold six people, we'll fall to the ground."
"It's suicide Foxy," Bonnie stated, folding her arms in stern refusal to accept his suggestion.
The shaking grew worse as the roof started to fracture while the number of floors between them and the ground decreased as each floor collapsed onto the one below.
"Do you have a better idea Bonbon?" Foxy asked, glaring at Bonnie, clearly annoyed with her stubbornness to see that this parachute was their only option…besides death.
"I'm with the parachute," Balloon Boy stated, clearly growing hysterical with the developing situation.
Foxy fitted himself with the parachute's gear, making sure it was secure and tight.
"Ok, now for the hard part…"
He looked at the others.
"Bonnie, you wrap yourself around my left shoulder, Chica you do the right and Freddy you get to hug my front."
"Hug your what!" Freddy exclaimed, looking confused as hell.
Foxy in frustration rolled his eyes, now wasn't the time for confusion.
"Hug. My. Waist."
"Oh," Freddy replied sheepishly, as he caught onto Foxy's meaning.
Then Foxy turned to Balloon Boy and the Puppet.
"Puppet, BB, you grab onto my legs ok."
Needless to say both of them were having second doubts about the likelihood of survival.
However, the sound of the roof breaking up quickly forced their decision.
With them onboard, Foxy walked to the roof's edge, upon seeing the height everyone's eyes widen in fear and uncertainty.
"Errr…I don't think…we'll survive this," Chica muttered.
"Survive what, I can't actually see anything," said Freddy who was having to face Foxy's chest, so he couldn't see how far they were from the ground.
"We'll fly," Foxy replied, casting off their fears.
"We'll die that's what'll happen," Puppet exclaimed, burying her head into Foxy's leg.
"Everyone hang on!" Foxy shouted, preparing to jump.
"Guys if we die, I just want you all to know that...…I was properly the most popular one out of all you," Freddy shouted.
Cue everyone else glaring at him.
"Oh, you utter showoff," Bonnie groaned.
Then Foxy jumped…
They fell for a short distance until Foxy pulled the cord and the parachute erupted out of the backpack and unfolded in the air, creating an upwards draft so strong it pulled them up higher than the building itself and they started to make a steady descent.
"See…not so scared now?" Foxy asked, to which the others slowly opened their eyes to see that they weren't falling to their deaths like they feared.
"This isn't so bad," Chica muttered.
"Actually…this is rather nice," Bonnie added, looking around.
"Errrr…Guys?"
They looked down to see the Toys, including Mike and Jeremy waving at them from the ground.
"They look so small," Balloon Boy remarked, waving back.
Then something caught their eye.
Off in the distance was the unmistaken appearance of police helicopters closing in on their location.
"We got to get down quick, or we'll be spotted," Bonnie stated, looking up at the straps which attached to the parachute.
"We'll be down and gone before they get here," Foxy replied, eyeing a good place to land.
"Easy, easy…just a little more."
He had just seen an ideal landing area when one of the straps snapped...the effect was immediately felt, with the whole gang swaying to the left as Foxy lost control of the parachute.
They start to descend quickly, quicker than they would have liked.
"EVERYONE HANG ON!" Foxy yelled, trying to regain control but to no avail.
The Toys looked on unable to do anything as their friends/extended family circled overhead.
Then two more straps broke and they started to fall with the parachute flapping aimlessly in the wind.
"YOU ARE DOING GOOD!" Toy Bonnie cried, hoping that they would land safely.
"VERY GOOD!" Toy Chica yelled.
"JUST KEEP CIRCLING!" Mangle shouted.
Foxy with all the control he could muster, directed the parachute towards a nearby garbage dumpster.
"EVERYONE BRACE NOW!"
The landing was successful…kind of…maybe fifty percent successful.
They landed in the dumpster with Balloon Boy, the Puppet and Freddy getting squashed by the other three.
"YOU GUYS DID GOOD!" Toy Freddy shouted, punching the air with his fist.
Then the dumpster's lid fell on top of them with a deafening clang, trapping them inside.
"YOUR STILL DID GOOD!" Toy Freddy yelled, much to the concerned looks from the others.
"Whose hand is that, whose touching me, you're getting close to something rather private!" Freddy exclaimed, clearly panicking.
"Oh…sorry Freddy," Chica replied sheepishly.
"I am crushing someone?" Bonnie asked, looking around.
"MMMM…CAN'T….BREATHE!" Puppet shouted, being crushed by Bonnie's chest.
Balloon Boy using all his strength pushed the dumpster lid off, letting in fresh air as well as sunlight.
The others rushed over and instantly started to pull them out.
"Come on, the police are enroute and I sure don't fancy spending the night in a damp, cold prison cell," said Mangle, lifting Balloon Boy out.
Once they were all out, Foxy disposed of the parachute by hiding it under the dumpester and together they raced over to join Mike and Jeremy.
"Ok, let's quickly recap, the Nightmares are critically wounded but still alive, Vincent is also gone and we are all here…right?" Freddy asked, counting heads.
They were one short.
"Where's Springtrap?" he asked looking around.
"He's here, but he's not in a good state," Jeremy stated holding Springtrap up who was barely conscious admist all that had just happened. "Yeah, but look who he brought back," Mike added, stepping aside to show an unconscious Goldie lying on the ground, eyes closed, but still breathing.
Everyone froze on the spot, eyes widen, struggling to speak from pure shock. Freddy slowly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the unresponsive body of his father figure.
"Is…that…"
Mike nodded smiling.
"Yes Freddy…it's him, he's back."
Toy Chica couldn't contain herself and screamed like a fan-girl, catching everyone's attention.
"YES, OH THANK GOD YES!"
Everyone punched the air with their fists and cheered.
"WE'RE BACK, ALL TWELVE OF US!"
Mike however looked very worried.
"Er…guys, if we don't get back soon, it's gonna be eleven, not twelve."
The sounds of Springtrap coughing violently caught everyone else by surprise.
He fell forward, despite Jeremy's attempts to keep him upright.
He coughed up blood, spitting it out onto the ground, his body pulsed with intense agony, his eyes diluted as he struggled to hold himself up with his hands.
"SPRING!" Mangle shouted, running forward.
"WE NEED TO GET HIM HOME!" Chica screamed, also rushing to support him.
They pulled him up, putting his arms around their shoulders for support so his legs didn't need to take on the burden of his own weight.
Toy Freddy did a quick check of his condition, seeing the damage up close made his eyes go wide with horror.
"Oh shit, he's in a really bad way, where did we park the van?" he asked, looking at everyone else for answers.
The police sirens grew louder as police helicopters flew overhead armed with spotlights, along with the sound of car tyres originating from the nearby alleyways.
"Oh, God we need to get out right now or we're done for," Bonnie squealed, looking in every direction at once.
"Which way though, every route here will soon be filled with cops and attack dogs," Toy Bonnie exclaimed, also hyperventilating like her older counterpart.
"Quickly, through here."
Everyone turned in the voice's direction and saw one of the ghost children, presumably Mangle's judging by the yellow colour of its eyes, floating above one of the alleyways. "Come with me if you want to live," it remarked, turning round and floating off down the alley, beckoning the others to follow.
"Quick, follow that ghost child," Mike ordered, dragging the unconscious Goldie along with him.
The sounds of police cars grew louder as multiple footsteps were heard from nearby passages.
Shadows could be seen on the surrounding walls, getting larger as the police closed in from nearly every angle.
"EVERYONE RUN NOW!" Puppet shouted, taking off without a moment's notice, she was actually the first one to break ranks.
Like hell was she spending another God dam second in this awful place.
Everyone else followed, carrying Springtrap and Goldie with them as they ran down the alley as fast their exhausted legs would carry them.
Just behind them they heard the sound of voices, men yelling out orders at such a fast rate it was impossible to make out. Then there the braking of dogs, they sounded very aggressive, like the sort of dogs that would race towards their target without a moment's notice and sink their teeth in upon impact.
All the while, the ghost child flew ahead of them, quickly switching from one alley to the next in order to avoid the police that were now swarming the area.
"Come on Spring, stay with us, when we get back home, you'll get proper treatment, the deluxe Fazbear special," Toy Chica joked, trying to keep Spring conscious amidst his neverending groans and bloody coughing.
"Toy…Chica?" he asked, slowly turning to face her, she could see the sad look in his pale grey eyes.
"If….Goldie awakes….after…I'm gone, tell him….I forgive him for…..the past…all of it."
Toy Chica shook her head, not wanting to accept Spring's own submission to the grim reaper.
"SpringBonnie listen," she used his old name for effect.
"We're getting both you and Goldie out of here, that's a promise," she replied, tightening her grip on his shoulder so that he didn't fall.
"Everyone come on, I think we're about two thirds of the way there," Freddy shouted in order to be heard over the helicopters that flew overhead, sweeping the area with their spotlights.
So far, they hadn't been spotted, a good sign.
"So, what's the plan?" Toy Bonnie asked, running alongside Jeremy whose was helping Mike support Goldie, who to no surprise as it turns out was quite heavy to carry.
"Get back, keep Springtrap alive and wake up Goldie," Jeremy replied, trying to maintain his speed.
"Although it's not as simple as it sounds," he remarked.
"Nothing ever is," Toy Bonnie replied, laughing half-heartily as the wound from her shoulder ached with pain.
Just how far had she gone from being a simple childrens' entertainer to being on the run from the law?
Oh yeah…life changing events…all bad ones.
Eventually after some time, the ghost child had lead them out of the maze of alleyways, they emerged onto the street corner which they had passed through hours earlier.
"LOOK THE VAN, THERE IT IS, STILL PARKED WHERE WE LEFT IT!" Foxy shouted, pointing at it with his hook.
"QUICK, GET INSIDE!" Mike ordered, running towards it and everyone else followed.
As they did that, the ghost child simply faded away into nothing, it's job completed.
However, like the others it would follow the Fazbears wherever they went, until it was freed.
Using Jeremy's keys, he unlocked it, throwing the back doors wide open. He and Jeremy then laid Goldie down inside, before jumping out and going round to the front doors.
Everyone else clambered in, pulling one another inside and then closed the doors, bolting them shut. Jeremy forced the keys into the ignition, when he saw something up ahead, making his eyes widen.
"EVERYONE DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW, DON'T LOOK UP!"
Everyone dived to the floor, hugging it, while keeping control of their breathing.
Then several police cars raced by, their sirens blaring non-stop.
Both Jeremy and Mike slowly rose off the floor, checking their surroundings to see if there were any more law enforcement vehicles nearby.
"Ok, everyone we're moving now," Jeremy stated, turning the keys in the ignition, making the engine spark to life.
He pushed down hard with his foot on the accelerator, making the wheels turn in an aggressive manner as the van started to move down the road.
"OK, JUDGING BY MY CURRENT SPEED WE SHOULD BE BACK IN FIVE TO TEN MINUTES!" Jeremy shouted.
"MAKE SURE IT'S FIVE!" Toy Freddy shouted back, as he and the others rested Springtrap against the van's interior wall for support.
Jeremy then sharply turned a corner throwing everyone about in the back.
"DON'T KILL US JEREMY!" Chica shouted, pushing herself upright.
"SORRY CHICA, BUT SPRING DOESN'T HAVE THE LUXURY OF TIME AND NEITHER DO WE!" Jeremy shouted back, turning another corner which threw everyone off their balance again for the second time. Springtrap was resting against the wall, clutching his dislocated shoulder as he whimpered in pain, his vision was still blury and it was getting worse.
He could see the hazy brown figure of Freddy rush up to him along with the burly figures of Bonnie, Mangle, Toy Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie, all trying to figure out what to do with his injuries. They only understood the full extent of his wounds, when they ripped his shirt off.
"Oh…my….…God," Toy Bonnie whispered, her shock filled eyes shared the same expression as the others.
Springtrap's chest was covered in multiple black bruises, some bleeding and a large gaping hole in his lower abedomen.
"How, but, who…?" Mangle asked, looking very confused.
Freddy knew who.
"Nightmare Fredbear did this," he stated, narrowing his eyes.
"That sadistic fucking bastard!"
"QUICK, SOMEONE GET THE FIRST AID KINTS!" Bonnie shouted, turning to BB and the Puppet, who immediately started searching various aid knit bags.
"Spring just rest, we'll fix this," said Chica, probing Springtrap's limbs to see what was broken.
She slowly pulled on Springtrap's left shoulder, only to discover to her horror how loosely it hung.
"Holy shit, it's completely dislocated!" she exclaimed as Springtrap groaned in pain.
"I will….miss…..you…guys," he moaned, feeling very weak.
"NO, YOU ARE NOT GOING NOW, WE JUST GOT GOLDIE BACK!" Toy Chica shouted, grabbing a first aid knit from BB and opening it.
"QUICK WE NEED TO SEAL HIS WOUNDS, OR HE'LL BLEED TO DEATH!" Mangle exclaimed, ripping a bandage out of it's box and unraveling it.
"Mangle…..there's…no….need," Springtrap whispered, trying to raise his arm.
"Shut up, I'm trying to save you!" she shot back, determination clearly ringing in her eyes.
Instantly she proceeded to wrap it his minor wounds, while Chica held up a pair of needles and threads for sewing.
"This will hurt," she said, giving Springtrap a fair warning.
His reply was a simple nod.
She slowly pushed the needle into the skin surrounding the gapping wound.
The instant she did it, Springtrap with surprising strength rose up, screaming in absolute agony to which Freddy and Toy Freddy responded by holding him down. Then Jeremy made a sudden turn to avoid hitting an oncoming van, with the unexpected turn, catching everyone off guard, sending most of them flying around the van's interior.
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE JEREMY!" Bonnie screamed, picking herself back up.
"SORRY, A VAN WAS ABOUT TO HIT US!" Jeremy replied, trying his best to manvoureve through the chaotic traffic.
"SPRING STAY STILL PLEASE!" Chica shouted, trying to sow while her hands became covered in his blood.
"Spring, look at me," Freddy pleaded, trying to distract Springtrap from his pain.
"Look at me Springtrap."
Springtrap turned to face him, his eyes held a wild, panic filled stare…he was afraid.
"You see Goldie."
Freddy pointed over to where Goldie lay, still unconscious with his hands by his side.
"You want to see him right, just hang in there, you'll be fine."
Springtrap smiled, his grey eyes shining with inner joy in light of his achievement of getting Goldie back.
"You need him….…he needs you."
He paused as he underwent another coughing fit.
"Easy, easy, just breathe, in and out, we'll be home soon," Freddy replied, supporting Springtrap as his body rocked with the coughing.
Freddy turned to Chica and Mangle.
"How's it going with the sowing?" he asked.
Chica shook her head in disappointment.
"Not good, I can't sow the skin back together, its far too damaged, whatever Nightmare Fredbear did it penetrated deep and I can't fix it, not right now."
"The bandages aren't working on the larger wounds, I think I'm causing more damage by moving his limbs, they turning black," Mangle stated, watching as every bandage she applied did little to stop the bleeding.
"Freddy…"
"Toy Chica, see if you can push the skin together, Chica you sow."
"Freddy….."
"Bonnie, go and find anything that will numb the pain."
"Freddy….please…."
"Toy Bonnie, help Mangle with the bandages, find more if possible."
"Freddy…...I'm….….not…..going…..to…..make it."
"Toy Freddy, try and push his other arm back into its socket, but only after we've applied the pain killers."
He felt something tap his shoulder.
Freddy turned to see Springtrap trying his best to get his attention.
Eyes locked.
"I'm really….glad…to have…met you…..and the others."
Springtrap smiled in his fading vision, he could still see the bright blue pupils of Freddy's eyes.
"Your….the face…..of Freddy…Fazbear's…don't…ever…..forget…to smile."
Freddy without taking his eyes off Springtrap, reached out and tapped Chica, getting her attention.
When she stopped and turned, the others took note and followed her gaze.
Springtrap's grey eyes shifted over to Mangle, whose eyes were only filled with deep concern and dread.
"You…..were…..right…..along."
He grasped her hand, taking comfort in the feel of her soft, warm skin.
"You….….guys…are….my…family."
He smiled, as an inner light shone brightly in his eyes, staring into theirs.
"I just…wish…I….could….have gotten….to know….you all…..better."
Mangle could feel his grip on her hand loosen.
Toy Bonnie, sensing what was about to happen, turned and called Balloon Boy and the Puppet over.
"However…..I'm….glad….that…..you….…now….….have…..Goldie…back."
He chuckled.
"He's…..in…good…hands…I'm….happy.….clearly he...….raised you all…..up well."
Although he couldn't see it, he could sense the tears that were building up in their eyes.
"Spring…" Foxy pleaded, clearly in a mournful tone.
"Don't leave us…..not now."
"We had plans, for the new Pizzeria, us Toys having a stage with the Orignals having one opposite and you and Goldie having your own alongside so that wherever children looked, there would always be someone to entertain them," Toy Freddy stated, deeply depressed that they were gonna be one short.
"It would have been massive!" Balloon Boy exclaimed, drawing out the size with his hands.
"With both Pizzerias combined along with Fredbear's Diner, it would have a play area, a pirate's cove, a Prize corner with the Puppet's music box."
"We want you to be there with us," Toy Chica begged.
"We would have liked to see you play," said Bonnie, she had always imagined Springtrap as a master guitarist when he first mentioned that he played the banjo.
"The children would have loved you," Puppet added, her vision like the others was becoming quickly blinded by tears.
Springtrap chuckled although it hurt his chest.
"I'm sure it would have been beautiful…"
He closed his eyes and breathed in despite the pain which originated from his ribs in doing so.
"I can see it now….the sky is bright blue outside…the sun is shining on a summer's day..….the tables are cramped with children all eating five star pizza…..us….singing and performing acts..…seeing their happy faces….heaven."
He opened his eyes, the world looked a lot darker now, he could barely out make the others….his mind was starting to slip into the realm of unconsciousness.
"I die…knowing…that…I've helped…..bring that….dream...….a little….closer…to reality…"
He could hear their quiet sobs, their strong desire not to let him go.
"I'm…at…peace."
He felt all ten hands grab his, stroking them to offer him some comfort admist the agony that surged throughout his body.
Everything felt so far away, his eyes were very heavy…he wanted to sleep.
Springtrap smiled….brightest smile he had ever given in all his years of living.
"I love you all….keep…on…smiling….."
Then he let the sweet embrace of enteral sleep overcome him…his eyes slowly closed and his hands relaxed by his side…he stopped breathing.
There was nothing….nothing but cold, heart wretching silence.
It felt like the world had just ended and there was nothing left to attract anyone's attention as there was no one felt alive. Everyone was devastated, shocked, scared, lost and unable to speak, as if they've lost the ability to do so. The dead cold silence was broken by a cheer from Jeremy, who along with Mike was completely unaware of Springtrap's passing.
"GUYS, WE'RE NEARLY THERE, ALMOST HOME AND DRY!"
Nobody said anything, eyes fixed on the now lifeless motionless body of Springtrap, somehow hoping in plain desperation that he would just 'spring' back to life within an instant.
"Guys….guys?" Mike called.
He turned round as Jeremy neared the junction that led onto their street.
"Guys is everything…."
Then he saw why they weren't saying anything, his eyes widen in realization of that fact.
"Oh no….oh God no."
He slowly turned to Jeremy.
"Jeremy, pull over."
"What, why, we're nearly there."
Mike grabbed his arm, which caused Jeremy to look in his direction.
"Just do it Jeremy…please...for their sake."
Quickly catching onto the tone of Mike's demand, Jeremy complied, pulling over onto side, only several houses down from his own residence. He parked the van, switched off the engine and turned round.
His eyes instantly caught the dead body of Springtrap with the others all crowding round, frozen in position.
"Oh…Jesus Christ….why," he moaned, feeling a deep sadness fill his heart.
"This….cannot end like this."
Toy Freddy slowly reached out with his hand and pressed it against the still warm skin of Springtrap's neck….there was no pulse.
He lowered his head and sighed.
"He's gone."
That brought multiple sobs from the girls, who were either covering their faces with their hands or looking away. Balloon Boy stared at the pool of blood that had collected around the messy tear in Springtrap's lower abdomen.
"He's saved us, he saved Goldie, yet we couldn't even save him."
His words summed up the thoughts of everyone else.
Puppet had buried her head in her hands, she didn't wish look at Springtrap's corpse anymore...to her, history was repeating itself yet again.
"Why….why…..why must we lose something or someone whenever things start to go right for us."
Chica had gotten up and rested herself against the opposite wall, collapsing to the floor and rocking back and forth amidst her uncontrollable sobs.
"What…can I say…but that I'm sorry Goldie," she wept, quickly descending into a weeping wreck.
Needless to say, Foxy had to go and comfort her, whilst fighting his own tears.
"I don't know what is worse, losing our old home, or losing a friend?" he mentally asked himself, but he didn't know how to answer it.
Both were heart ripping events which had buried themselves into his memory.
Toy Bonnie with rivers of tears falling down her face turned round to face the opposing wall.
But her tear filled eyes happen to catch the unconscious body of Goldie, lying there, completely unaware of his friend's passing. She knew that if they were devastated by Springtrap's death, then Goldie would be in a whole world of emotional pain should he awake up from his slumber.
Toy Freddy had collapsed against the same wall which Springtrap lay against. He couldn't look anymore at the body anymore, he didn't want to accept reality, Springtrap for the few days he had come to know him wasn't the sort of person to go out so easily.
Balloon Boy wrapped his arms around Puppet and pulled her in a hug, her head falling to rest on his shoulder as she opened the floodgates.
It was odd for him to be comforting her, when in the past she would be the one comforting him.
"Shh….shh…..he's at peace now….shh," he whispered, softly stroking her black hair as she sobbed her heart out.
Toy Chica opened her eyes, through the gaps in her hands that covered her face she could see the blood covered, battered body of Springtrap.
"I'm sorry…."
She paused to hold back her tears.
"I'm so sorry…we need you, what do we tell Goldie?"
She knew Springtrap would never answer her question.
Mangle however just stared at the 'sleeping' Springtrap, knowing that he was gone, never to return. Tears weiled up in her golden eyes, she felt her heart break, cracking and breaking into several irreparable pieces. Everyone else was occupied with their own form of grief, so Mangle slowly reach forward.
As she did Nightmare Freddy's penetrating words came racing back.
"However, I think I'm right in my little theory and do you want to know why?"
She grasped his motionless blood covered hands.
"You didn't deny it….simple as that."
She pressed her head against Springtrap's and sighed.
She whispered to make sure that the others didn't hear.
"You know…I'm…."
She sighed again, desperately trying to think of what to say.
"I'm not really one for romance…..I'm haven't really given it any thought actually."
She looked at his closed eyes.
"However…..if there was…someone…..who I might be interested in….who I thought I could enjoy falling in love with."
She sighed…what was the point….she was confessing to a motionless, lifeless corpse.
"I would have chosen you…..I felt…..that we…have a similar backstory and that somewhere….depending on who made the first move that we could light a spark….and see where it goes from there."
Springtrap just lay there, completely silent.
Mangle closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to break free.
"I'm sorry Springtrap...we're sorry."
Yet somewhere in the depths of her soul…she knew who the fault really lay with.
"Perhaps, once Goldie awakes we can move closer to the truth..."
She planted a kiss against his forehead.
"Thank you SpringBonnie."
She fell back, bringing her knees into her chest and letting her head fall on to them, finally opening up the floodgates. Freddy was silent, holding his head in his hands, he couldn't say anything, the shock was too much. As he grieved, his conversation with Nightmare Fredbear came back to haunt him.
"I'll find out the truth before you and your wretched kind can kill anyone else."
"Are you so sure about that Freddy, the truth hides in many place, plus I could kill you right now."
"I am sure, I've uncovered so many things the last few days, nothing could surprise me."
He was wrong…he was so wrong.
Springtrap's death surprised him, shocked him to his core, he couldn't handle it.
If Nightmare Fredbear was here, he would be laughing at him, taking sweet enjoyment in his misery and his supposed achievement of killing Springtrap. However, an even more worrying thought appeared and one which Freddy now dreaded above all things.
What was he to tell Goldie…that his best friend was dead, that certain words would never be spoken?
Even though he had only known Springtrap for a few days, Freddy felt like he had really bonded with him.
It felt like he had lost someone whom he had known for years…Goldie should he awake would properly feel the same way…but only much worse.
Bonnie was sobbing, her head resting on his shoulder with her hair trailing down her back. She had never felt this sad, not since 1983 with the missing children's incident and the closure of their prizzeria.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
Freddy sighed, letting out all of his frustration.
"I don't know Bonnie….I don't know anymore."
All of them felt like their hearts had been ripped out and stomped on, the ghost children inside them felt the same…sad…depressed….guilty that they'd failed to save him.
It was utter torture, but beneath all of it, lay a different emotion…Anger and it was growing.
The signs were small, but they were there and Mike and Jeremy had picked up on such signals from their collective experiences as nightguards.
First everyone started to shake with their heads beginning to twitch in an odd fashion.
Hands reached out and dragged their fingers across the floor, creating a scratching noise as their nails dug into the wood.
Their sobbing abruptly stopped and their breathing grew in intensity.
Sensing the worse, but hopping to calm them down, Mike slowly reached out with his hand and tapped BB on the shoulder.
The boy swung round, but his expression made Mike's blood go ice cold.
His eyes were narrowed in anger, his head was constantly twitching and his entire body was shaking, but worse of all were his eyes.
One was BB's normal baby blue, but the other was completely black save for a small white dot in the centre.
"Get…..out!" he hissed, his voice clearly wasn't his anymore, it was that of another child…a ghost child to be correct.
The Puppet slowly rose off the floor until she was floating in mid air, she turned her head in Mike's direction.
Her eyes were two bright white dots, although one was clearly brighter than the other.
"Leave…now!" she whispered, as her head twitched in all sort of strange angles.
"Guys…just calm down ok," Mike stressed as calmly as he could muster whilst not trying to show any fear.
"There's no need to go berserk," Jeremy added, slowly reaching for the door handle in case he and Mike needed to make a swift exit.
Then the others turned their heads and each one was the same, their normal eye colour alongside a bright white dot.
"Get out…lock the doors," Chica ordered, with her whole body shaking, as she struggled to contain her anger.
"And don't come back in until the screams have stopped," Toy Bonnie added, also trying to hold back the red mist.
Then she screamed, her scream sounding much like a child's, a high pitch wail of anger and depression.
That brought back buried memories for both men.
Toy Freddy slowly reached out for Mike, his head was twitching violently as he struggled to contain the ghost child's inner rage.
"We…..can't…control…..them."
Mangle slowly rose off the floor, glaring at Jeremy as her head twitched violently.
"We….really….don't….want….to hurt you."
Then Freddy jumped up, his raged filled eyes fixed solely on Mike.
"GET. OUT. NOW!" his voice a mixture of his own and that of a child's, he was just barely keeping it in check.
Mike and Jeremy didn't need to be asked for a third time as they quickly bailed out of the van with Jeremy locking the doors shut.
Together they ran far enough away and waited for the screams and hammering to start from a safe distance.
With the two nightguards gone, the Fazbears allowed the children and their own anger to take full control, symbolised by their eyes going completely dark save for two white dots in their centre.
Together they emitted an ear shattering scream, so loud it made the hairs on the back of Jeremy's and Mike's neck to stand up, you could hear their screams from both ends of the street.
The two former nightguards had last seen the Fazbears like this in 1987 or 1993, between twenty to thirty years ago.
The Fazabears screamed as they took their anger out on their surroundings, destroying anything in sight, making the van violently rock from side to side like a boat in a storm.
Freddy, with his eyes displaying the control that he was under, looked up to the ceiling and with one loud scream, he voiced the reason for everyone's rage.
"GOD DAM YOU NIGHTMARES!"
At that exact moment…several miles away on board an airship flying over Lake Michigan…four pairs of eyes flashed opened…the first one was a murderous dark red, the second a gloomily purplish blue, the third a bright yellowy orange and finally the fourth being a fiery brownish red.
They showed fear and confusion as their pupils widen in uncertainty, but once they recognized their surroundings, their pupils relaxed, taking immense comfort in their safety, while several miles away in a van, ten people swore a vendetta…..vengeance was calling once again…
Well this wouldn't be a T-rated fanfiction if someone didn't die, but hopefully Springtrap's death was not in vain...I'm sorry to all Springtrap fans to which I am one of.
Just to clarify something, I see the ghost children (that's what I'm calling them for now until they get any further development) as separate beings in relation to their hosts...they are effectively two people within one body.
And this effectively ends Act Two as it's a good enough conclusion to bring this section to a close...but the fight for injustice isn't over and rebellion becomes duty.
Please review and until next time...