Hey all, sorry again with the long wait, but non-fanfic stuff is taking priority at the moment and my attention is being required everywhere, so I can only divert so much time to this.
Still not giving up though so don't worry, I would hate to leave this story unfinished and it would be an immense disappointment to those who are actively reading/enjoying this :-)
Mostly fluff in this one, but with some strong flashback undertones.
Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
Chapter 30.
Night Shift Rerun.
"The Past is behind, learn from it."
"The Future is ahead, prepare for it."
"The Present is here…live it."
Unknown
"OK, ten minutes in, I'm still alive, the Puppet is still in her box, I don't see Mangle anywhere, Toy Freddy and Toy Chica are back at their starting positions."
Toy Bonnie paused to do a massive air intake before switching between cameras.
"So far all good," she beamed, feeling proud of her new found skills.
Then her eyes narrowed as she searched through the fuzzy camera static…something was missing.
"So…where are the Originals?"
As things turned out she didn't need to look too far.
"HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH!"
Freddy…his classic deep laugh and it was close by which meant…
Toy Bonnie looked up and literally screamed at the mere sight of seeing Freddy before her with his hand outstretched. "SHIT!" she yelled, panicking as she quickly forced the 'Freddy mask' onto her head, knowing that there would only be a small window of opportunity to get this right. Freddy remained in his pose, reaching out towards her, his bright blue eyes staring in hers along with his mischievous smile which border lined sinister.
"Go away, go away, go away!" Toy Bonnie squeaked, cowering inside the cupboard box that was the mask. She could see he was literally on the trigger, ready to pounce should she take her eyes off him for a second.
"Freddy…please," she begged, making herself as small as possible.
"Don't do this."
On the computer, a flashing yellow symbol appeared to signal that the music box was starting to wind down…and once the Puppet was out…she couldn't be stopped. Freddy was still staring at her, he clearly wasn't going anywhere, which would ultimately be buying time for the others to make their moves.
"You can't get me Freddy," Toy Bonnie whispered, staring the greatest of the Fazbears down. Whilst it was true that he properly couldn't get her, it didn't reduce her sense of panic. She didn't know if he heard her, but he appeared to understand that he couldn't win this one, so he backed away.
He walked back into the shadows…returning to square one like the others had. Quickly Toy Bonnie pulled the 'Freddy mask' off and switched to the camera showing the music box which was now flashing orange.
She brought the timer back to full strength, preventing anymore chaos.
Then she heard something or rather three things.
She flashed the flashlight to the left and saw BB, only then to spy Bonnie peering out of the other doorway and finally she spotted Mangle, hanging from the ceiling with a delightful grin on her face. Quickly returning to the mask forced BB to leave, Bonnie gave her counterpart a playful smile before slowly backing away, but Mangle stayed.
Her yellow eyes glowed in the darkness as she eyed the Toy the same way a vulture does to a carcass. Now if she got in, there was a fifty to fifty chance that she would or would not attack, yet Toy Bonnie wasn't willing to take such chances.
Mangle however remained firmly in place.
Again, the computer flashed the yellow symbol to say that the music box was winding down, Toy Bonnie bit her lower lip and sighed. "You got to move sometime Mangle, I can wait."
However, she couldn't wait for long.
The danger that she faced was something which Jeremy himself had to deal with when he was the night guard. If the Fazbears could keep the nightguard fixed on them and not on the music box, then the Puppet could get out and attack. And they would attempt to achieve this by rotating, when one Fazbear left another would merely take its place, forcing the nightguard to remain in the mask and not attempt to wind up the music box.
Either way they were dammed, however they never killed anyone in the Second Pizzeria, well apart from the daytime staff member who Mangle unwilling 'killed'.
However, their rota strategy did pay off in the Original Pizzeria when they began to murder the night guards on a weekly basis. It was now ironic that Toy Bonnie had been a part of that rota system and now it was being used against her.
"Good God, I now know how Jeremy and Mike felt, this is a death trap," she whispered under her breath, watching Mangle to make sure she didn't move.
Back in the office, Mike and Jeremy high fived one another and let out a cheer in celebration.
"YES, ABOUT DAM TIME!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Mike noted the time.
"Twenty minutes in so far, she has forty left."
"You know this reminds me of those YouTube Lets Play," Jeremy commented, leaning back in his chair.
"Come on Mangle, just go away already," Toy Bonnie hissed, the flashing icon for the music box had now changed to orange…if it hit red…the night would be over.
Mangle was still there, watching her, she hadn't moved since being noticed. Then Toy Bonnie remembered the flashlight, grabbing it she turned it on at its highest setting and shone it right in Mangle's eyes. Boy that did hurt, the bright light forced Mangle to turn away and groan in distaste as her eyes were unable to cope with the sheer overload of light.
With her now distracted, Toy Bonnie switched over to the music box camera as she was now calling it and returned the music box timer back to full strength.
Good, the Puppet wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"Ok…and now where are the others?" she muttered. Looking down the main hallway it was clear that Mangle was gone, having retreated unless she wished to lose her sight. As of now, there were thirty minutes left.
Toy Bonnie heard movement to her left, instantly she reacted, turning the flashlight towards sound's source.
"Chica," she exclaimed joyfully, see the Fazbear in the doorway. "I was wondering when you would show up," she chuckled, seeing Chica glare at her with her fingers gripping the doorway.
"Naughty girl, you can't sneak in here."
Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Toy Bonnie with look of irritation.
Something moved out of the corner of her eye, making her turned the flashlight to the right.
"Hey Bonnie, how are you doing?" she asked, spotting the Fazbear trying to flank her.
Bonnie herself was giving the younger Fazbear a look of amusement as she stood in the other doorway. Then Toy Bonnie noticed a pair of bright brown eyes in the hallway, bringing the flashlight towards it revealed Foxy with his hook raised, smiling at her.
Now she had three to deal with.
"Ok, I see how it is."
She darted from one to the other.
"You three are ganging up on me."
The problem being that Foxy didn't leave if you put the mask on, if he got within a certain range, he would leap at her. In fact, that did raise a good question as to why he would do that as well as the actions of the other Fazbears.
Again, it was simply because of the ghost children who possessed them at night were struggling to come to grips with their new reality:
Where are we?
Who were we now?
Are we dead or alive?
Why do we feel trapped?
Where is our killer?
Who is friend and who is foe?
Is the nightguard the one who did this to us?
What was going on?
They were curious and highly emotional, unsure of who to distrust and at first, they went exploring at night in the Pizzeria's earliest days. They would often stare at the nightguard in wonder and sometimes they looked primed to attack like a feral animal feeling threaten.
Later, they became more aggressive and were now focused on finding their murderer, hence why they started to give Jeremy a hard time shortly before everything went south. And it didn't take long for them to come up with a strategy to get at him with Foxy trying to do a leapt attack should he get in range of the desk.
Luckily for Jeremy's sake, he was always able to keep the Fazbear at bay.
With three threats facing her front, Toy Bonnie instantly leapt into action.
Quickly she grabbed the mask and forced it onto her head.
Instantly Bonnie and Chica backed away, returning to their original positions. Foxy however remained, the mask didn't have the same effect on him like it did with the others. Somehow the ghost child possessing him wasn't so easily fooled like the other dead children and some unknown reason it never shared its knowledge with the others. If it did then things would have gotten messy very quickly…and needless to say Jeremy wouldn't be here.
With the other two having left, Toy Bonnie took the mask off and flashed Foxy with the flashlight to ward him off, with him finally leaving after seeing that he couldn't advance any further.
Quickly checking the time, Toy Bonnie was staggered to learn that she had only twenty five minutes left.
Had the time really flowed by that fast?
"Well, I'm doing well so far, I might just make it," she muttered, smiling at the prospect of victory.
However, when she looked up. . .all hope of victory rapidly faded away.
For there was Mangle, smiling with her bright yellow eyes as she dangled above Toy Bonnie, with her endoskeleton arms gripping the ceiling.
"WHAT THE FUCK, HOW LONG HAVE YOU'VE BEEN THERE!" Toy Bonnie screamed, slumping down in her seat.
Mangle just fluttered her eyelashes at her, enjoying her position of supremacy, clearly she had sneaked in when the Toy had been distracted. Great . . .now she had to survive for roughly twenty minutes with Mangle hovering above her. "Please Mangle, don't end this for me?" she begged, gripping the chair like her life depended on it.
Mangle just shrugged, she could end the whole game in one move…if she wanted to. Then the computer flashed the orange symbol…the music box again.
Deciding to continue despite the odds, Toy Bonnie quickly switched over to the right camera and rewound the music box. However, she quickly had to return to the hallway as now she faced both Freddy and Toy Freddy, for in a rather odd fashion, they were leaning against the opposite walls, both smiling at her.
Yet as it soon turned out, they were merely making way for someone else. Goldie…now appearing as a giant floating head, his dark red eyes glowing as he grinned with the prospect of victory. How he was able to do it was a secret which the man kept to himself, although no doubt he had gained it when he was possessed.
Somehow, he had it and the others didn't.
Toy Bonnie was now in a quite difficult position.
Mangle was just above her, Freddy and Toy Freddy was just ahead of her and now Goldie had joined the action.
And where was Balloon Boy in all of this?
How could anyone live through this…Jesus she knew Mike and Jeremy would often recall their experiences, but she would never imagine it to be this bad and of course, it wasn't bad…when you weren't the one in the chair, trying to get through five nights by the skin of your teeth. She knew they had all apologised for their behaviour towards the two former night guards, but now Toy Bonnie felt that she should really say sorry for putting them through such a horrendous experience.
When she returned her focus to the game at hand, all three Freddies were now at her front with Goldie now floating before her in his full form.
He was on the verge of the red line, cross that and he would attack.
Quickly Toy Bonnie shoved the mask onto her head and thus prevented them from getting any closer. All three Freddies looked at eachother in dismay, while Mangle remained indifferent.
Mike checked the time inside the office as Jeremy wolfed down handful after handful of popcorn whilst watching Toy Bonnie's position grow steadily worse with each passing second.
"Well she has twenty minutes left," Mike muttered, his eyes flickering between the computer screen and the clock.
"She's dead if she doesn't get them away though," Jeremy added, announcing his prediction.
"And with Mangle, well it is anyone's guess how this all ends."
"Come on, go away, you know you can't attack me," Toy Bonnie smirked at the three hapless Freddies. Goldie nodded, accepting that he had been beaten, but then he smiled and pointed upwards…at Mangle.
She could attack if she wanted and Toy Bonnie wouldn't be able to stop her. One by one the three Freddies backed away until only their eyes were visible, shinning away in the darkness.
"Yeah, you three just keep on walking," Toy Bonnie called, relieved that she had gained more time to play.
Although she could hear Mangle's breathing just above her. "Mangle if you try to jumpscare me, I won't be able to prevent myself from hitting you…just a friendly warning," she announced, her voice being both one of sarcasm and annoyance which was all honey coated in sweetness.
Mangle appeared to move away, or at least move closer to the ceiling and away from Toy Bonnie. She would wait…she could bid her time. Toy Bonnie meanwhile switched back to the cameras, Chica was in one of the bedrooms, Bonnie was in another somewhere nearby and Foxy was back at his starting position. Toy Chica was in a nearby room and Toy Freddy was also back at his starting position.
Freddy was in the hallway and Goldie was nowhere to be seen.
Yet she still couldn't find Balloon Boy and that worried her.
If BB could take away her flashlight batteries, then Foxy would be able to get within range to jumpscare her and end the game.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
BB was near.
Toy Bonnie shone her flashlight over to the left doorway, certain that the sound had come from there.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Now it was coming from the right, making her change direction.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Now she turned to face the main hallway, but he wasn't there, Balloon Boy was trying to her throw off.
"Don't mess with me BB," Toy Bonnie muttered, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that moved.
"Don't you even try…"
Of course, Mangle was above her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Toy Bonnie turned to the right.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Then to the left again.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Now she returned her gaze to the centre like before.
"I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE BB!" she shouted, getting rather annoyed.
She knew BB was trying to confuse her by swapping rooms and by checking the cameras she could see that BB was only one room away, looking at her through the camera.
If she got distracted, then he could easily sneak in and steal her flashlight batteries.
She then saw Toy Freddy staring at the camera in one room with Chica in another, aiming to move out into the hallway.
"HE, HE, HE, HE, HE, HE, HE!"
That laughter wasn't Freddy's or Toy Freddy's.
Toy Bonnie looked up and to her horror she saw Goldie, sitting on the floor before her, he was slumped forward, his hands open and his head down.
Slowly he raised his head up, his dark red eyes glowing with a smirk on his face.
"HAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Quickly before he could do anything else, Toy Bonnie forced the Freddy mask on, making him stop in mid action.
His smirk vanished, replaced with a blank expression, he clicked his fingers and teleported away.
"Ok and now-"
There was a noise to her left, Toy Bonnie shone the flashlight in its direction and saw Chica, glaring at her.
"Jesus Christ Chica, go away!"
Then she saw something to move to her right, upon turning the flashlight towards it, she found Freddy standing in the doorway, ready to run out and grab her.
And then to top it all off, Bonnie appeared in the main hallway, her purple reddish eyes staring right into hers.
"Well, isn't this nice," Toy Bonnie moaned, not glad over the fact that she had to stay inside the Freddy mask for even longer.
The more she stayed like this, the more likely BB were to move rooms and of course there was the never ending issue with the Music Box.
Back in the office, Mike and Jeremy judged the situation.
"Personally, I think BB will get her if she puts all of her attention in the safety of the Freddy Mask," Mike muttered.
"They're doing the rota system again and its working."
"Well she better do something," Jeremy added, his eyes trained on Mangle who dangled above Toy Bonnie like a vulture.
He knew what sort of game the other Fazbears were playing and they were playing it well.
He was just glad it wasn't him in the seat anymore.
Mike checked the clock.
"She has roughly ten minutes left…"
He returned to the computer screen.
"This'll be tense."
"Oh, Jesus Christ, come on guys, this isn't fair," Toy Bonnie groaned, shoving the Freddy Mask back on her head again. She had just wound the music box back to full strength after seeing off Freddy, Bonnie and Chica and now Bonnie had returned with Foxy in an attempt to get her.
Worse still she knew Toy Chica was somewhere off to the right and that Toy Freddy was only one room away.
Balloon Boy was still laughing, his laughter bouncing off the walls, so it was hard to predict where he was exactly. Freddy and Goldie were somewhere, waiting no doubt for an opportunity to emerge again. The Puppet was still inside her makeshift music box, patiently bidding her time.
And to top it all off, Mangle was above her still, watching her internally, waiting to see how it would all play out.
With Toy Bonnie distracted this much she could with all reason just jumpscare her now and be done with it, but…perhaps that would be too mean, she was trying really hard to win.
Maybe she should let Toy Bonnie win…or then again?
"Why would anyone come back for another night, who in their right mind would want to go through this crap all over again!" Toy Bonnie yelled, staring Bonnie down. She also flashed the flashlight at Foxy to keep him at bay.
"Why did no one ever think to bring a gun to their shift…WHY!"
Although bringing guns into a Fazbear Establishment was strictly against the rules, plus if the nightguards had ever attempted to use any guns… then the Fazbears would have got their lives cut rather short.
After some time passed, Foxy left, unable to take the bright light anymore after it had been shone in his eyes for about seven times.
"Yeah that's right, crawl back to Chica Foxy," Toy Bonnie called, watching him go. Bonnie also left, sneaking back into the shadows, pondering over her counterpart's words. "She better be careful with she says, no doubt Foxy will report back to Chica…" She thought, retracing her steps.
Toy Bonnie meanwhile was focusing on finding BB, flicking through various camera screens to no avail. "I've never hated him until now," she muttered over his child like laughter which was neverending. Then came the sound of something to her left, she grabbed the flashlight and shone it in the sound's direction.
"Ha…caught you," she said, staring at Toy Chica who was in the doorway. "Go now, go away," she stated, flashing the lights in Toy Chica's eyes. She backed away after four flashes, covering her eyes as they become overloaded with the immense light.
"Ok and now-"
She turned only to see Toy Freddy right in front of her, with his foot raised over the red line. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Toy Bonnie screamed, forcing the Freddy mask onto her head again. Toy Freddy was so close, if his foot made contact with the ground, then it was all over.
Just one move and it was checkmate. "Toy Freddy…please don't...not now," Toy Bonnie pleaded, cowering inside the Freddy mask.
"Please…I'm so close."
Toy Freddy had frozen in place the moment she saw him, his foot hovered above the floor and his arms were outstretched to grab her. His eyes, a bright blue which once shone with determination, now rang with confusion.
He was debating on what to do next, attack Toy Bonnie and end the game…or let her win?
Those eyes...those pleading green eyes, begging for mercy.
If this was all taking place a few decades back and Toy Bonnie was just a regular nightguard, then there would be no mercy…only suffering and a fleeting moment of sweet satisfaction which only grew with each killing. He debated within himself what should be done, he could just wreck it and jumpscare her, like one normally would.
Then again, since that moment they shared in the factory, could he even bring himself to wreck her chances now?
That face…that soft warm face which would always greet him with a smile whenever she saw him. Again…another signal of flirtation which he had missed...he clearly wasn't good at reading people. Now here he was, in a position to beat her, but could he really do it, a part of him actually wanted her to win.
Returning to the matter at hand, he could see Mangle hanging off the ceiling just above Toy Bonnie, giving him the 'why aren't you attacking her look'?
Equally Mike and Jeremy were watching on the computer, confused by Toy Freddy's inaction.
"Why isn't he attacking her…he just needs to put his foot down and he's crossed the line?" Mike asked.
Jeremy however could probe deeper into Toy Freddy's reasoning to stop whlist in mid step.
"He wants her to win, he's debating on whether to let her go," he said, answering Mike's question.
"He's being generous."
At the same time, the other Fazbears were also watching from the darkness.
"What is he doing?" Chica asked, peeking out of the doorway to one of the rooms. "We could win right now," Freddy stated, keeping himself hidden in the shadows.
"He's thinking about if he should attack her," Goldie answered from an unknown location, reading Toy Freddy's inaction as a sign of internal struggle.
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Toy Freddy still hadn't moved. "Please Toy Freddy?" Toy Bonnie begged, gazing into his eyes.
"Don't end this now."
Mangle could easily see that she was trying to earn his pity, flutter her eyelashes and smile at him and any man would melt…hell she had seen Bonnie and the two Chicas pull it off with the guys. "If you don't get her, then I will," she muttered, watching the standoff.
Once Toy Freddy left, which Mangle guessed he would do, she'll go in for the 'kill'. She slowly rearranged herself so she could jumpscare Toy Bonnie with full force.
"You leave, and I'll do my thing," she thought.
Then she saw Toy Bonnie's monitor and immediately decided to not do anything.
"Actually, I could just stay right here…"
Toy Freddy suddenly reached forward with his hands, Toy Bonnie covered herself with her hands, expecting the long awaited jumpscare.
It never came…
Upon realising that there was no sound, Toy Bonnie slowly opened her eyes and lowered her hands away from her face. Toy Freddy was still in front of her with his arms now by his side.
He sighed, lowering his head.
Slowly he backed away, heading into the hallway and vanished from sight, leaving Toy Bonnie dumbfounded, he had decided to spare her.
"But…why, he had no reason to do so?" she questioned.
Sure, she had pleaded with him, but she was in no position to resist him had he taken the offensive.
Mangle was equally surprised that Toy Freddy had decided not to attack her, sure she had suspected he would take no action against Toy Bonnie, but it was still a surprise when it actually came. Toy Bonnie sighed taking off the Freddy mask, she rested her head in her hands, taking relief in the brief pause, the others would return soon and she needed to be ready.
Something was flashing…something red.
She raised her head and looked at the moniter.
At first it was bit burly, but once her eyes adjusted, her pupils widen with panic. The symbol for the music box on the moniter was flashing bright red…the music was about to stop. Within an instant, Toy Bonnie grabbed the moniter switched to the camera which showed the room containing the music box.
She reached for the button to wind it up…it vanished.
She froze…she couldn't wind it up….that only meant…
Mangle smiled, watching her positon quickly deteriorate, she lowered herself down to Toy Bonnie's level and cheerfully sang.
"Oh, dear Bonbon!"
Toy Bonnie's face went ghostly pale.
"I'm dead," she whispered, dropping the moniter on the table.
Jeremy and Mike were now on the edge of their seats, leaning in for a closer look.
"Well…it was a nice run," Jeremy comented.
"She played well," Mike muttered, watching Toy Bonnie sink into her seat in a vain attempt to save herself.
"But it is so easy to make a mistake."
"She's dropped the moniter and she looks pale in the face laddies," Foxy stating, eyeing Toy Bonnie from the shadows.
"That only means one thing," Goldie muttered.
"Oh yeah, she is so dead!" Balloon Boy yelled, punching his fist into the air in triumph.
Meanwhile in a particular room, the music box slowly opened up.
"Pop goes the weasel," a voice sang from within.
Then Puppet rose up, standing tall with her white eyes shinning bright.
She giggled.
"I've got no strings to hold me down."
Then within a flash she was gone, heading for the hallway, the other Fazbears only saw her floating off the ground and flying in the direction of the kitchen with a smug smile playing on her lips.
"Go get her Mari!" Balloon Boy yelled.
Of course, Toy Bonnie started to panic as Puppet approached.
"Oh God no!" she screamed, hugging her knees into her chest.
She put the Freddy mask on, but she knew it would be of no help at all, hell, she even repeatedly pressed the room which contained the music box in the ever fading hope that somehow she would be able to rewind the music box and stop Puppet in her tracks.
Not that it ever did….
"There are no strings on me!" Puppet sang out loud, as she drew even closer.
"Get away, I will hit you!" Toy Bonnie yelled, hammering the moniter with all her might.
Her actions spoke of blind panic…and who could blame her.
Puppet entered the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear with her eyes glowing bright and her black hair flowing freely in the air.
"I see someone isn't in their proper costume!" she sang, reaching forward her hands.
"FUCK NO!" Toy Bonnie screamed, covering herself with her hands for protection.
Then Puppet went on the offensive, opening her mouth and letting out a banshee like scream, all while rushing forward.
"SHIT!" Was Toy Bonnie's last words.
"Dong….dong….dong…dong…dong."
Nothing…there was nothing but that sound.
Slowly Toy Bonnie lowered her arms and opened her eyes.
"Dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong."
The scene before her wasn't what she expected.
The Puppet was right in front of her with her hands being almost close enough to touch, she had frozen in mid action, still floating above the ground but still frozen nonetheless. She looked equally shocked as Toy Bonnie was, her white eyes searching for the cause of that donging sound.
Slowly, they both turned and looked at the grandfather clock which stood in the hallway, it's bells chiming the completion of one leaned in, Mangle's yellow eyes scanned the time on the grandfather clock, she then turned to look at Toy Bonnie and then at Puppet, trying to judge the game's outcome.
After several seconds of internal debating, she gave them both a answer.
"Well…congratulations Bonbon you won, you've survived the night…just."
Toy Bonnie turned to face Puppet and now realised just how close her hands were, almost reaching her chest.
She only needed a second longer to win.
"I won?" Toy Bonnie asked, slowly letting reality sink in.
"Yes, as disappointed as I am…victory belongs to you," Mangle replied, dropping down from the ceiling and stretching her body to relive it of any built up tension.
Toy Bonnie sighed a huge wave of relief as she collapsed back into the chair.
"Oh, thank God," she whispered, letting her whole body relax and the tension faded away.
"No bad feelings hey Puppet?"
Puppet was still in mid air, stuck in the position she adapted when attacking, her eyes shocked with the game's outcome.
Her hands were literally only a matter of centermeters from Toy Bonnie's chest.
"I…I…I…I was so close," she whispered as the reality of defeat sunk in.
No one had beaten her, no one except for Jeremy and Mike…now Toy Bonnie could add herself to that list. "GUYS, IT'S OVER!" Mangle shouted, signaling everyone to stop playing.
Freddy was the first to rejoin them. "Well done Bonbon, you play good, we nearly got you a couple of times, but honestly I didn't except you win on your first go," he said, congratulating her.
He turned to see Puppet still in mid flight with her arms out stretched.
"Hey Puppet, you can stop playing now."
She was still too shocked to move a muscle.
"I…I…I was on course to win…" she mumbled, just as Balloon Boy arrived, bouncing in.
"Awww….I wanted Mari to get her," he moaned, seeing Puppet in a defeatist demeanour.
He then raised his hand to Toy Bonnie.
"However…well played," he said, shaking it firmly.
He then turned to Puppet.
"Mari…are you ok?" he asked, eyeing her odd position.
Still she wouldn't move.
Finally, the others turned up.
"Alright Bonbon, you did good lassie and on your first go!" Foxy exclaimed, heaping her with praise.
"I'm impressed you even survived," Chica added, stunned with Toy Bonnie's victory.
"You got lucky dear," Bonnie remarked, hugging her counterpart and drawing her in tight.
"That feels like an understatement," the Toy replied.
"Although, I got luckily thanks to Mangle," she added, smiling from ear to ear as she turned to face Mangle.
"Thank you for not attacking me."
Mangle grinned.
"Well the perfect opportunity never came."
"What do you mean the 'perfect opportunity' never came, you had a clear shot for twenty minutes," Goldie argued, locking eyes with Mangle.
"And you could have attacked her with your giant head, but you didn't," Mangle shot back in playful banter.
"She had the mask on, I couldn't do anything, but you could, nothing stopped you in the second pizzeria if I remember correctly," Goldie stated.
"He's right Mangle, you had the opportunity, but you didn't take it."
Everyone turned to see Mike and Jeremy enter in from the office.
"Congratulates Toy Bonnie, tell me did you ever feel safe during your one hour shift?" Jeremy asked, grinning as he approached her.
"Please tell me that it felt like hell," Mike added, looking at the Freddy mask.
That dam thing could have helped him out when he was in the chair.
"Every moment was as tense as hell Mike," Toy Bonnie replied, straightening her hair which had become messy due to the tight space in the Freddy mask. "My heart was racing for every single second, I think I was scared about the potential jumpscares then anything else."
"That's just how I remember it," Mike muttered, turning to face Puppet, who was still in mid air, frozen in her attack pose.
"Puppet…are you ok?" he asked cautiously, waving his hand in front of her face but to no effect.
"I think she's in shock, it is rare for her to be beaten, isn't that right Puppet?" Toy Chica asked, walking up.
She clicked her fingers next to the girl's ears, but nothing happened.
"Hello, hello in there."
She turned to face Toy Bonnie and enveloped her in a warm embrace
"I'm glad you won."
"Cheers Toy Chica…do you want to take the next turn?" Toy Bonnie asked, gesturing to the now empty chair, her question made the Toy's face turn a little pale.
"Errr….I think I'll pass, after seeing you do it, I wouldn't want to live the experience," Toy Chica replied, looking uneasy.
Finaly Toy Freddy stepped in.
"Well…that felt good, reliving the good old days," he muttered, stretching his neck.
He turned to Toy Bonnie who was giving him a mischievous smile.
"What?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"Thanks for not attacking me," Toy Bonnie answered, a playful glint danced in her eyes.
"Well..." Toy Freddy muttered, scratching his back to cover up his nerves.
"A part of me wanted you to win."
"You could have won you know," Freddy muttered, folding his arms, he gave his counterpart an amused smile, guessing about growing chemistry between them.
"Yet a woman's eyes can make a man do many things." He thought.
Goldie rolled his eyes at Freddy's smug smile, before leaning in and whispering in Freddy's ear.
"Would you jumpscare Bonnie if it meant winning the game and she was in the chair?"
That brought Freddy to attention, catching him completely off guard.
"I...I...I...I."
His face went red as he stared at Goldie with widen pupils, making the elder Fazbear smirk.
"You're so transparent in your feelings Freddy," he muttered.
"Shut up," Freddy hissed, his face going even redder for he did not want the others to hear.
Goldie chuckled, this reminded him of the early days, when he was raising the Originals and he would occasionally watch them interact on the stage.
He could easily recognise the budding signs of romance which emitted from Freddy and Foxy to Bonnie and Chica and vic versa.
He could have told them that they clearly liked eachother, but no…he would let them find their own way.
Those were the days…
Although he still enjoyed tormenting them individually about their feelings for one another.
Even now the embarrassed expression Freddy was giving him was an exact resemble of the one he saw back the first pizzeria with Freddy going red whenever Bonnie got close or smiled at him in a particular way.
The interactions which the group shared between eachother was something for Goldie to enjoy.
It kept his mind off other things….dark things….things which at the time were best left forgotten.
Luckily for Freddy, everyone else too busy trying to snap Puppet out of her trance like state for them to listen in on his conversation with Freddy.
"Puppet, you can stop now," Mike stated, snapping his fingers in front of Puppet's eyes, hopping that she'll suddenly awake.
"Hello, hello, Marionette."
She didn't respond at all, remaining in the same position as she was in when attempting to jumpscare Toy Bonnie.
"Has she done this before?" Mangle asked, clapping her hands before Puppet's eyes.
"It's like she is frozen in time."
"No…I haven't seen her do this before," Bonnie commented, studying the Puppet's strange pose.
"This is unusual even for her and that's saying a lot."
"I have an idea, but she won't like it," Balloon Boy muttered.
"What is it?" Jeremy asked, eyeing him curiously.
Balloon Boy reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out an unused balloon.
"I always keep one spare for good measure," he said, answering a question which no one asked, but what was properly on people's mind.
He put it to his mouth and proceeded to blow into it.
The balloon expanded, getting bigger with each breath and once done, he tied a knot in at its end to prevent the air from escaping.
"And now for the loud part," he said, reaching into his other pocket.
He then revealed a pin…everyone knew where this was going.
"Forgive me for the noise," Balloon Boy remarked, bringing the pin towards the balloon.
Everyone covered their ears.
He popped it…right next to Puppet's ear.
Boy, did she jump.
"AH, WHAT THE HELL!" she yelled, dropping to the floor with a thud.
Covering her ears to protect herself from any more harm, she looked around for the sound's source.
Her angered eyes fell upon the tattered remains of the balloon and then BB's pin, which he still held.
"YOU!" she shrieked.
"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Balloon Boy yelled, throwing his arms up in triumph.
She slapped him across the face in her frustration.
"OWWW!"
"THAT'S THE THANKS I GET FOR BRINGING YOU BACK TO REALITY!" he shouted, now it was his turn to get angery.
He raised his hand to strike back, but Mike stepped in to defuse the tension.
"Guys, guys, let's not do anything which we might regert," he said, pushing them away from each other.
"And we have done a lot of regretful things."
"Mike don't remind me," Puppet remarked sternly, although she was beginning to calm down.
Then she sighed, her anger evaporating.
"You're right…I'm sorry BB, you were trying to do the right thing and I overreacted."
"Well…I properly shouldn't have used a balloon on you, I'm sorry too Mari," Balloon Boy replied, lowering his head.
"There…doesn't it feel better to stand back and apologise rather than beat eachother senseless?" Mike asked, his eyes flickering between the two.
"Not that it wouldn't be entertaining to watch," he thought, watching as the tension subsided.
"Yeah…" they both mumbled, heads down, staring at the floor.
"Ok…soooo….who wants to try, we could play for another three hours?" Jeremy asked, looking round.
"How about you?" Goldie asked, eyeing him with amusemnt.
"Care to relive the night shift?"
"Yeah that'll be fun…care to relieve the old days?" Toy Freddy asked, grinning at Jeremy.
"Errr…from someone who has played the game for real and nearly died…no thanks, I'll pass."
"Oh, come on Jeremy, you know they won't kill you this time," Mike joked.
"After all you're the one who told me to have some faith when I was about to walk out on them."
"Well…maybe later," Jeremy remarked.
"I'll take the next go," Freddy announced much to everyone's surprise.
"Now this should be interesting," Foxy smirked, liking the idea of jumpscaring Freddy.
"Do you want one hour or thirty minutes Freddy?" Jeremy asked.
"I'll go for the full hour," Freddy replied, he could take them all on.
Within a few minutes everyone was back in the game with Freddy now occupying the kitchen table with the Freddy mask, flashlight and monitor.
"Actually, this cap is quite nice," he muttered, finding it to be cozy and warm.
"It's a pity they don't sell them."
He quickly got use to the idea of how to fend his friends off and he did well….keeping everyone else at an arm's length, even Mangle who barely got close.
That was until he found himself having to deal with Bonnie in one hallway, Chica standing in the other and Foxy taking up the main hallway.
And of course, as always, the Music Box was nearing the end of its' music cycle.
"Hey, guys, I was wondering when you three would all attempt to gang up on me," Freddy said, smiling to which the other three smiled back.
Once again, he forced the Freddy mask over his head again.
"Do your worst," he muttered, watching them for the slightest movement.
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all remained stationary, staring at him…waiting.
"You're free to leave at any time guys," Freddy whispered over the sound of his own breathing which echoed inside the mask.
"Anytime at all."
Still Bonnie, Chica and Foxy remained where they were, they had no desire to leave and it was then Freddy spotted an incoming problem…the red flashing symbol of the Music Box on the monitor.
The Puppet would be out soon, if he didn't rewind it in time.
Hence why his friends weren't leaving…it was all part of the game, you either lose to the Puppet or to them.
"Just great," Freddy moaned, cursing under his breath.
He looked up and saw that much to his surprise, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were gone, they had vanished into thin air.
His whole surroundings were completely empty.
Taking the opportunity, he took the Freddy mask off and switched to correct camera and rewound the music box to full.
And now for-
BANG!
There was a hand on the table before him, several hands in fact.
Slowly looking up, Freddy came face to face with Bonnie, then Chica and then lastly Foxy, the latter who held the Freddy mask up in the air with his hook so Freddy couldn't use it.
They were all smiling like Cheshire Cats as they were all over the red line.
"I don't think we've tried this particular tactic before?" Freddy muttered, slowly leaning backwards as he eyed his supposed 'friends'.
They all merely shrugged their shoulders.
And then of course they jump scared him, tackling him to the floor in a heap.
"WE GOT HIM, WE GOT HIM, GUYS WE GOT HIM!" Chica yelled, as she along with Bonnie and Foxy held Freddy down.
Jeremy smiled, resting against the doorframe and folding his arms as he watched the chaos unfold.
"I don't think I've seen you guys preform that move before, regardless they won Freddy," he stated, seeing Bonnie, Chica and Foxy wrestled Freddy on the floor as they tired to hold him down.
"GUYS, I GET IT, YOU WON FAIR ENOUGH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRUSH ME!" Freddy yelled, trying to push them off.
Then the Toys entered and seeing the Originals being all triumphant over Freddy, they decided to join in….by body slamming Freddy at once.
"OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" he screamed upon being crushed by seven people.
"QUICK, LET STUFF HIM INSIDE THE MUSIC BOX!" Chica suggested, acting all childish.
"YEAH, QUICK GET BB AND THE PUPPET TO HELP!" Toy Bonnie added gleefully.
"I'M ON IT," Toy Freddy shouted, eagerly running off to find the others.
Then Goldie appeared, or rather teleported out of midair before the group.
"So…I'll take a guess that you lost Freddy?" he asked with an amused smile on his face.
"GOLDIE, TELL THEM TO GET OFF ME!" Freddy screamed, trying to break of their grip, but to no avail.
"Do you all need help?" Goldie asked in a delightful tone, turning to the others, who were lifting him up.
"Sure, the more the merrier," Mangle chuckled, carrying one of Freddy's legs as they held him up in the air.
Goldie joined in and held Freddy's head.
Then not a moment too soon, Balloon Boy and the Puppet walked in, following Toy Freddy.
"OH BOY, WE'RE ACTUALLY GONNA STUFF HIM INSIDE SOMETHING!" Balloon Boy yelled, jumping up and down.
"I'm actually interested in seeing whether we can get him inside my box," Puppet muttered, smiling at Freddy, who now only realised what horrors they had in store for him.
"Guys…I think your taking this game a little too far," he said, hoping to calm them down.
"COME ON, THE MUSIC BOX IS RIGHT THIS WAY!" Toy Bonnie yelled, leading them all forward.
"GUYS, GUYS, STOP IT!" Freddy protested, once again trying to break free.
Finally, Mike entered from the office only to see Freddy being carried off by the others down the hallway, their faces showing nothing but mischievous grins.
"Well, we'll file a missing compliant within thirty days if we don't see him again, that's what Fazbear Entertainment did," he joked, joining Jeremy who just watched the Fazbears proceed with their prank.
"You know…I haven't seen them act this childlish since...the late 1980s…"
Jeremy now in deep thought turned to face Mike.
"I do wonder at times though, if they are sharing a body with the soul of a dead child…how much of what we've seen and hear is really them…the real them."
"You are referring to the possibility that they may have become one person?" Mike asked, eyeing him with confusion.
"I've always seen them as the same since we established friendly relations."
"They've been with the ghost children for so long now, inhabiting the same body, seeing through same pair of eyes, speaking with the same mouth, I can't dismiss the possibility that it may have happened," Jeremy replied.
He then continued.
"In small ways, not to the point where it is clearly obvious, but I wouldn't treat it as a bad thing...unless they were to become enraged."
He was merely implying whether the personalities of the ghost children and the Fazbears had rubbed off against each other over the course of time. In fact, both men remembered when the Fazbears recalled their past experiences to them individually, each part was different. The story which Jeremy heard was one mostly of confusion and frustration over not knowing where their future lied; the story that Mike heard was a lot darker, filled with fear and anger over being stuck in an unwanted position and the danger it could bring.
There was an overriding theme in both retellings of the story, that the Fazbears constantly mentioned how they felt…'different' the day after the children had been killed. They recalled feeling a great wave of personal sadness wash over them, become very quick to anger and were child like in their thinking and interaction with others.
And how it suddenly turned...into murder.
"Ok, now someone sit on the box so he can't get out!" Bonnie giggled.
"Allow me lassie!" Foxy yelled, followed by the sound of a sizable thud.
"YOU KNOW GUYS, I'M STARTING TO LOSE MY RESPECT FOR YOU LOT, ESPECIALLY YOU FOXY!" Freddy yelled, properly from inside the music box as he sounded muffled.
"We should properly get him out," Mike stated, fearing that a fight may start.
"Already on it," Jeremy answered, heading for the room from which laughter and screams of intense frustration erupted.
It took a while for Jeremy to free Freddy from the Music Box, it was a tight fit after all, perfect for the Puppet who was slim, but not for anyone else.
After everyone had calmed down, although it wasn't helped by Freddy proceeding to punch everyone in the shoulder, the tension subsided.
It could be worse though…he could jumpscare them.
Knowing Freddy, he would properly do that sometime in the future as revenge, still they decided to have two more games before ending the night, they were on a roll now.
Balloon Boy took the decision to have a go and he was pretty good.
Although he was constantly scared whenever the others approached him, but nevertheless he was able to keep most of them at bay.
This was largely thanks to the flashlight which he shone in everyone's eyes the moment they came into view.
Although he couldn't cope with Mangle, especially once she was above him.
He really, really, really didn't like the idea of her dangling over him, ready to drop down and jumpscare him at any moment.
"Good away!" he squeaked, hiding inside the Freddy mask.
Mangle of course, as it was in her nature didn't move at all, remaining stationary.
Balloon Boy turned to see if anyone else was trying to close in.
Then Mangle struck, jumpscaring BB right out of his skin and acting on pure instincts…BB punched her…right in the face.
The impact passed through Mangle like a shock wave, her endoskeleton arms let go of the ceiling and she fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Ooowwwww," she groaned, recovering from the fall.
Balloon Boy, now realising his actions, instantly fell to the floor and begged for forgiveness.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Mangle, I didn't mean to hit you, it just sort of came out in the heat of the moment, it was accidental."
Mangle slowly raised her head…she didn't appear to agree that BB's punch was 'accidental', if her narrowed eyes were anything to go by.
"I'll call it an accident when I return you to Puppet, all folded up like a spring!" she hissed.
She reached out for him, but BB was quick, jumping back and making a run for it.
Mangle leapt up, grabbing hold of the ceiling with her endoskeleton hands and proceeded to chase BB down the hallway, pursuing him like a predator would do in the wild.
"Mangle I'm sorry!" Balloon Boy yelled, trying to out run her as she moved across the ceiling, trying to get on top of him.
"RULE NUMBER TWO AT FAZBEAR'S, DON'T. HIT. THE. ENTERTAINERS!" Mangle shouted, her eyes burning with a murderous rage as she pushed her body to limits of its' stamina.
"PUPPET!" Balloon Boy screamed, pushing his legs to breaking point.
Then up ahead, Goldie appeared out of thin air, having just teleported, with his arms out stretched.
"Where do you think you're-"
Balloon Boy using the momentum of his speed, dived between Goldie's legs and remerged on the other side, picking himself up and continuing to run.
"Going…" Goldie muttered, finishing his sentence.
He then had to duck as Mangle raced over him, not stopping for anyone or anything.
"Boy she's mad," he remarked, turning and watching her go.
Puppet meanwhile was resting inside her box, wondering how BB was coping and whether or not the box would open up to signal that it was her time to act.
Often in most cases the box would rarely open, it didn't happen for Freddy's round although that's because the others got him before the music could even run out.
Needless to say, she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"PUPPET!"
"Dear God, what now?" she muttered, pushing herself up straight.
Not a moment sooner, the box lid was forced open to reveal Balloon Boy, clearly in a panicked state.
"Hide me!" he begged, climbing in.
"WHAT THE, I'M MEANT TO JUMPSCARE YOU, YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO TAKE REFUGE INSIDE THE MUSIC BOX, NO ONE DOES THAT!" Puppet shouted, trying to force him out.
"LET ME IN!"
"NO!"
"I CAN FIT!"
"NO, YOU'LL CRUSH ME!"
"BALLOON BOY!" came a loud angry shriek from outside.
Mangle was nearby and clearly on the hunt.
"Please Mari, she'll get me," he pleaded, putting on his puppy like eyes.
Puppet folded, quicker than one might expect.
"Fine, try to stay still and don't make a sound," she ordered sternly, making herself as small as possible to make space.
He squeezed himself inside, putting himself behind her for protection as Puppet closed the box lid shut.
"Where are you Balloon Boy?" Mangle yelled, entering the room.
"Have you run to her, your girlfriend, she can't save you!"
"Mangle you're taking this too far, he didn't mean to hit you," Goldie argued, entering the room behind her.
"Just calm down."
"WHERE ARE YOU BB?!" Mangle hissed, ignoring Goldie's advice as her eyes fell at last upon the music box.
"Mangle, don't do something stupid," Goldie ordered as he heard the others approach, interested in what was taking place.
Yet Mangle just ignored him again, grabbing hold of the Music Box and started to shake it about.
"COME ON BB, COME ON OUT, I'LL BE FAIR," she shouted.
"Well you can start being fair by not shaking the box about!" Puppet yelled from inside.
Mangle stopped and opened it, or rather she pried it open.
"AHA, FOUND YOU!" she exclaimed, bearing down on the pair.
Instantly BB cowered as much as it was humanly possible behind Puppet to protect himself from Mangle's wrath.
Mangle started to grab Puppet with her endoskeleton hands, aiming to move her out of the way so she could get to BB with her actual hands.
"Come on, just work with me dam it, I want him not you!" she argued as the Puppet resisted rather fiercely.
"In my box he has diplomatic immunity Mangle!" Puppet shot back, guarding Balloon Boy like a female wolf would do when protecting her young.
"So, you can't get him unless he steps outside, if so then he's all yours."
Then Goldie stepped in, pushing Mangle aside with some force.
"Look BB," he began firmly.
"The truth is that you shouldn't have hit her, at the same time though…"
He then turned to glare at Mangle, giving her a strong look of disapproval.
"Threatening to hurt him, isn't the best solution if I'm honest."
He beckoned Puppet to move aside so he could lift Balloon Boy out to which she immediately compelled and upon setting the boy down on the floor, he held his hand out to Mangle, so to stop her from trying anything.
Goldie then turned Balloon Boy in Mangle's direction, pushing him forward, something Balloon Boy was reluctant to do for obvious reasons as he dug his feet in.
"Mangle," he called, getting her attention.
"How about BB apologies for hitting you, and then you say sorry for chasing him…it was all out of order."
He then looked down at Balloon Boy.
"And then we call it quits?"
By his own free will, Balloon Boy loosen himself out of Goldie's grasp and approached Mangle, raising his hand to her.
"Look Mangle, I'm sorry for hitting you, it was a sudden act in the moment, I didn't mean to deliberately cause you any harm."
Mangle looked at him…thinking…her hand remained by her side.
As a result of Balloon Boy's action there was a bright reddish mark down the left side of her face.
Still she said nothing as Balloon Boy slowly held his hand out to her.
Goldie stared at Mangle, giving her a blank expression, so he didn't influence her decision.
He wanted her to decide for herself, not to forgive BB because it was something which he strongly demanded of her.
Puppet just watched the scene with wide eyes, switching between Balloon Boy and Mangle, wondering what would happen next.
Then Mangle sighed and grasped BB's hand with her own.
"I'm sorry for chasing you BB, I was angry obviously….although as you say, you didn't intent to hit me."
She shook his hand.
"I accept your apology."
"And I accept yours," Balloon Boy replied, returning the favor.
This was followed by Goldie sighing with immense relief.
"Well…that went better then I feared," he muttered.
"Indeed, I for one agree," Puppet added, climbing out of the box and proceeding to stretch her limbs.
Then the four of them noticed everyone else standing in the doorway, watching with great interest.
"Nothing to see now, it has been successfuly resolved," said Goldie, dismissing any lingering concerns they may have. Freddy smiled, Goldie's demeanor recalled earlier memories of the man breaking up fights or disputes which Freddy himself and the other three had back in their Pizzeria. He would always act as their senior, guiding them in the show business, being soft, but equally firm when it was required.
He was the father figure then…and he was the father figure now.
Even during the second Pizzeria Goldie continued his role, despite the fact that the Originals had been reduced down to his status of not being allowed to act.
"Well at least we didn't see you two come to blows," Toy Freddy muttered, eyeing both Balloon Boy and Mangle with a look amusement.
"And apparently, your box now grants anyone inside diplomatic immunity," Toy Bonnie added, smiling at Puppet, who returned with a look of 'whatever, I don't care'.
"I think it's quite cute how she tries to protect him," Chica stated, eyeing Puppet with a mischievous grin.
"So what?" Puppet stated firmly, rolling her eyes as she tucked her hair behind her ears.
"My box…my rules."
"So guys, if you want another game…I could be the nightguard."
Cue everyone turning round to face Jeremy…even Mike was speechless.
He would have thought the man's previous experience would have put him off the whole thing….then again….this was Jeremy Fitzgerald.
He did act as their sole lifeline throughout the early 1990s when they were at their lowest before Mike arrive to take up the recently vacant position of night guard.
"You…be the nightguard again laddie?" Foxy asked, eyeing him with a sense of surprise, everyone else was shocked by Jeremy's declaration.
"Sure, why not, this time you guys are not trying to kill me so…it's safe or at least 'safer'," Jeremy answered.
"I don't really have much to fear anymore from you guys."
"We won't take any prisoners," Chica said smirking, giving Jeremy a flashback to 1987 when she along with the others was hunting him like wolves.
However...things between them had changed, so he had no real reason to worry.
Well...the answer was a kind of a mixture.
One, he knew that they wouldn't kill him if they got him, but two at the same time, it didn't mean that they wouldn't try their best to scare the complete crap out of him.
And boy did they try…
A lot of words I know, but I try to make sure that everything serves a purpose one way or another.
I don't do coincidences...
The next chapter should be...'interesting' ;-)
Thank you for reading and please review, your feedback or opinion is greatly welcomed.