Hey all, sorry for the very long wait and thank you for your patience.
It has been worth it, but in recent months due to non-Fanfic work, I had to stop writing and focus on other things, there was no way around it.
But that is all over and I can write again. :-)
Due to this chapter going over the 10,000 word limit, I had to split it in half, so expect another chapter upload very soon in the next few days, I need to finish somethings on it before its release.
Hope you enjoy and thank you all again for waiting.
Apologies for any grammar mistakes that I missed.
There is a song in this one and its 'Go Back' by MandoPony.
Chapter 31.
Those Nights at Fazbear's.
"Someday you will look back at the past and know exactly why it had to happen."
Unknown.
"AH, WHAT THE HELL!"
Jeremy shoved the Freddy mask back on for the fifth time as Freddy stood before him again. His blue eyes were filled with anticipation and his hands were out stretched, almost reaching the desk. Not to mention that he was also grinning, clearly enjoying the experience at Jeremy's expense.
However, after several seconds, Freddy had to abandon his attack and retire back into the shadows. With Freddy gone, Jeremy could now return to the cameras, switching between them regularly to see who would strike next. He knew that he needed to keep the Puppet under control, because once she was out, there was no stopping her.
Surveying the surrounding area, Jeremy could feel his senses grow, once a nightguard at Fazbear's. . .always a nightguard at Fazbear's.
xxx
"I can't say goodbye, I can't say goodnight…"
"I can't say goodbye, I can't say goodnight…"
"Can't say goodbye, can't say goodnight…"
"Can't say goodnight, can't say goodnight…"
xxx
The experience would never leave him, which was a great advantage in this game because he knew precisely what to do.
Hence why the Fazbears were trying so hard.
Goldie appeared before him, only for Jeremy to put the mask back on and rob him of the opportunity to attack. The Fazbear smirked, he was properly just testing the former nightguard's reflexes, seeing how quick he could react. He then vanished into thin air, disappearing from the scene just as Toy Bonnie appeared in the left door, only to be blinded by the flashlight which Jeremy delivered in several quick bursts.
"Bright light always works," he chuckled, watching Toy Bonnie stagger backwards whilst covering her eyes. He turned the flashlight down the hallway to reveal Toy Freddy and Foxy, eyeing him with deadly intent as they froze the moment the light hit them.
A few quick flashes of the light kept them away, although he knew that they would just come back.
"Flash the light down the hallway and the side doors, use the Freddy mask if they get to close and you should be fine."
That's roughly what Phone Guy told him to do and those techniques quickly proved themselves to be a life saver. He did wonder whatever happened to Phone Guy after 1987, maybe he left and got a job elsewhere. Did he have a family to support, was he looking for better horizons in the workplace?
The whereabouts of Phone Guy eluded him, until the late 1990s, when he found out from Mike that Phone Guy had gone to work in the first Pizzeria when it had reopened in 1990. It was the same place where the Originals were performing, as well as where the Toys were hiding, since at the time they were still wanted by Fazbear Entertainment.
Mike told him that the phone recordings which he had been listening to since he had taken up the job revealed a cold hard truth. Phone Guy was dead, he had died at the hands of the Fazbears, when they were in one of their possessed rage filled states.
Hence why Mike saw an ad in the local papers about the Fazbear's Pizzeria wanting a night guard. . .the position was empty for a reason.
They had killed Phone Guy, stuffing him inside one of those prop suits, hid him away from the staff and then buried him out back. At that time the ghost children filled with anger and rage, reenacted their demise hoping that somehow, they could find a solution to their problem through killing people. However, Phone Guy was their last kill, and there had been no more ever since, but Jeremy had never learnt the man's real name.
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the screams were real."
"And beautiful terror is what I wanna feel."
"Dripping over me like a long lost memory."
xxx
Dragging himself out of his inner thoughts, Jeremy found himself suddenly all alone with a tense silence and surrounded by darkness.
Something was wrong. . .
Taking the chance, his eyes slowly wandered down to the monitor which sat on the desk. The camera currently selected was the one set on the room containing the Puppet's music box. He rewound it, watching the bar go back up, but the silence did not leave, where were the others?
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the nights were red."
"Mechanized agony and trouble in my head!"
"It wasn't good, and I don't feel bad."
"Those five nights were the best I've ever had."
xxx
Those nights were the best. . .kind of. . .there were some bad moments, mostly at the start.
Phone Guy's death was recorded on the fourth night, so he wisely decided to skip listening to the tapes. He could put on the recordings from the Toy Pizzeria, but he needed to focus and couldn't afford the distractions. Besides, not all of PG's recordings from the Toy Pizzeria were referring to the Toy Pizzeria itself, but rather the first pizzeria back in the early 1980s.
All of these events, murdered children, missing night guards, living nightmares and the supernatural led Jeremy to ponder on a particular moral question.
Is there truly such a thing as good and evil?
The Fazbears had been victimised by Vincent's actions as had the eleven ghost children, there was no doubting that.
However, they had equally gone out and killed even more people either in anger or desperation. It was understandable to see why they did it, they wanted vengeance for the wrongs that had befallen them, yet at the same time how much blood can a victim spill in the name of revenge before they lose sympathy?
As he rewound the music box again, Jeremy wondered if the Fazbears would be able to rest peacefully knowing what they had done?
He knew they didn't deny their actions, in fact they had often spoke about the guilt and regret they felt afterwards. To take an innocent life, to take the life of someone who had nothing to do with their sorrows was worthless and morally wrong in all cases. Shortly after Mike had made friendly relations with them; which took a lot of effort on his part, they promised to give all the dead night guards a proper funeral, and to see that their families were repaid for their services.
They wanted to say sorry for the harm they had caused to everyone else around them. That thought made him smile inside, while they had done horrible things, they showed a clear desire to redeem themselves.
If anything, the Fazbear were tragic figures. . .all caught up in events in which they had very little control.
Speaking of which where were they?
xxx
"Where did you go, all my friendly nightmares?"
"My skin is crawling and nobody cares."
"Shadows are falling and I will catch them."
"In my dreams tonight."
xxx
Being back in the past was making him reflect on how far things had changed. They had left the Pizzeria, a promising start, there were no more deaths, also good, and the ghost children had mostly settled down. Although that incident back in his van when they became possessed had destroyed that reality. Yet things had clearly changed since the early 1990s when Mike was the night guard.
Back then it was all about trying to survive the night whilst attempting to uncover what was really going on. The Fazbears themselves made for uncomfortable company between their depressed, sullen and irritated selves and their angry, hate filled, murderous counter opposites.
xxx
"I can smell the oil and I can taste the past."
"I shiver and recoil at the demons that I've amassed."
"They keep me company so I will never be alone."
"I'm trapped in my mind, but my mind is not my own."
xxx
Now they had the child murderer himself on their tail, along with a band of living nightmares who had come out of nowhere as far as Jeremy was concerned. Those things had the ability to strike at will, even in his dreams. His mind which had fallen prey to some hallucinations in the past was not a safe haven. They could manipulate, possess and even possibly kill someone while they were merely sleeping.
His mind was not his own. . .not anymore.
As he understood it, the Nightmares were simply evil versions of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Goldie and now apparently Mangle, Puppet, Balloon Boy and Springtrap too. Although his evil counterpart was something more matching a plushie than an actual human.
Psychopaths. . .that was all he needed to describe them, besides being mad, chaotic, savage, yet also very intelligent and displaying superficial charm.
So far, he hadn't met them face to face, something which he would rather prefer not to do, if it could be helped. Hearing Goldie's description of them, along with Chica's, Puppet's and Freddy's individual experiences was more than enough for him. Although Jeremy knew that there was a strong possibility that he would meet them at some point in the near future.
They would kill him if they were given the chance, being killed violently in his sleep wasn't the way he would like to go out.
"Nice try Chica, how about trying something much more complex next time," he called out, flashing the flashlight repeatedly at her as she attempted to move down the main hallway. It was then he realised that she was merely a distraction as Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie appeared from the two side corridors, thus making him retreat to the Freddy mask. "Guess I was just being naive, she was trying to pull something complex off," he whispered, as the two Toys froze in their respective positions.
Luckily Chica had gone, although she would be back, there was no doubting that.
Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie remained fixed where they were, it was a good thing that they weren't attacking him, yet he couldn't risk accessing the cameras to see where the others were. His scope of vision was now greatly limited, he couldn't tell if Chica or even Balloon Boy were just one room away, waiting for the others to go.
However, with that being said, at the very worst if they got him, he would only be stuffed into the Puppet's music box, not a Fazbear prop suit with all the cross beams, thick wiring and lack of sufficient space to breathe.
xxx
"Why does the pain remain inside?"
"I will never, never be sure."
"But if it disappeared, I wouldn't know who I was anymore."
xxx
Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie soon left, retreating into the darkness and allowing Jeremy to access the cameras by means of the monitor. Good thing too, for the music box was on the verge of running out.
Now where was he. . .oh yes, the Nightmares.
Nine. . .nine Nightmares and to think five weren't bad enough and given their capabilities they were a force to be reckoned with. However, in technical terms they could be killed, everything had a weakness, an Achilles heel. Although the only problem was that killing the Nightmares as they were now would only destroy the body, their spirits would be free to return to Limbo.
Vincent would only need to find fresh hosts for them and repeat the procedure which had brought them here in the first place.
The other five were still back in Limbo thankfully, although that could change. . .a worrying thought.
For now, as things stood the Nightmares themselves were immortal, they would never truly disappear unless the child was able to move on . . .which clearly, he couldn't.
And if the Toys' injuries were anything to go by, then the Nightmares were anything but weak. Speaking of which how were the Toys coping with their injuries?
Toy Freddy had largely recovered from his shoulder wound, but obviously it would take time for it to heal properly. Undoubtedly, Jeremy's successful attempt at taking the bullet out had helped a great deal to reduce the amount of pain which the Fazbear now felt. So far, he hadn't complained about it and was still able to move his arm freely without much restraint.
As for the Puppet, she hadn't said much about her shoulder wound, although in fairness she had been a quiet talker for as long as Jeremy had known her. Only recently had she started to open up a little more with BB's intervention. So far, she hadn't shown much concern about her injury and her mobility didn't really seem to be affected by it.
Then again, she could be pushing through the pain to get things done, like she always does.
When the game was over he would ask her about it.
And then there was Foxy, who had received a bullet straight to his abdomen, so much that it had sent him into a coma. Much like the other two, he appeared to be ok and hadn't complained about it, but obviously it was still healing. However Foxy had proven himself to be a badass on many occasions. He wouldn't let a bullet stop him, if it could be helped.
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the screams were real."
"And beautiful terror is what I wanna feel."
"Dripping over me like a long lost memory."
xxx
What had Jeremy puzzled the most and still gnawed away at the back of his mind, was the whole concept of Vincent's alliance with the Nightmares. How did he bring the Nightmares of a random child into the world, and most importantly why?
There had to be a reason, or at least a connection.
Had the Nightmares offered Vincent their support or had he reached out to them?
If it was the former, then what did the Nightmares want out of all this, freedom perhaps?
And if it was the latter, then what did Vincent want in return for their support?
Or did bad people just naturally gravitate towards each other?
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the nights were red."
"Mechanized agony and trouble in my head!"
"It wasn't good, and I don't feel bad."
"Those five nights were the best I've ever had."
xxx
Then he remembered something; if Goldie was able to free himself and send Nightmare Fredbear reeling back into the afterlife, then why couldn't those trapped inside the possessed bodies of the other Nightmares do the same?
Unless…
"It's a permanent takeover," Jeremy whispered to himself, remotely winding up the Puppet's music box once more. What if there was nothing left of those souls, what if the Nightmares had destroyed them, thus making the bodies they possessed entirely their own?
In many ways, it made sense for the Nightmares to maintain a physical form to interact with the real world and possessing a living human body was key to that.
But how?
How did Vincent pull it off, just what procedure did he use in bringing those monsters here?
Clearly it is possible, otherwise the Nightmares wouldn't be here and the fact he couldn't figure it out frustrated him. In some ways it was similar to how the eleven ghost children possessed the Fazbears, except they shared the body. One side, that being the ghost children would take complete control, but it would only be for short periods of time and then they would relinquish full control back to the Fazbears.
With the Nightmares, their control was unquestionable, that body was theirs until they died.
He checked his time, only five minutes left, man had the time slipped by.
xxx
"Oh, now the night is over and I can feel the sun."
"It's been forever since I've had a little fun."
"My blood is pumping but I've never felt less alive."
"I wish that I could go back to night number five."
xxx
Then somewhere off to his right, Jeremy spotted Toy Bonnie trying to sneak in. Several bright flashes of the flashlight quickly forced her back into the shadows.
"Mmm, why do things feel so easy right now?" he wondered out loud, seeing that the Fazbears had mostly disappeared.
Whilst he had been thinking along with occasionally checking the cameras, they had all kept their distance from him, apart from Toy Bonnie. Strange, normally by this time they would be trying their best to get in on top of him.
He looked around, no one was here. . .but worse still there was no noise.
Instantly he strengthened his grip on the flashlight, he knew what they were doing.
They were playing the waiting game, just waiting for him to lower his guard and then rush in on mass. Jeremy's eyes flickered over to the monitor, the Puppet's music box was still playing, he quickly rewound it back to full. "Where are you lot?" he muttered, his eyes rapidly switching from left to right.
Still no sign. . .
Wait, what was that!
Suddenly Foxy raced in from the hallway with his hook raised and his other arm outstretched.
Jeremy shone the flashlight in his eyes, the intensity of the bright light forced Foxy to stop dead in his tracks. Then the two Chicas emerged from both the side doorways, Jeremy quickly had to turn the light on them, whilst trying to keep Foxy at bay.
At the same time, Bonnie and Toy Bonnie appeared in the main hallway, skirting around the currently frozen Foxy And of course, Mangle arrived, crawling in from across the ceiling and this time she would go in for the kill. Balloon Boy sneaked in from one of the two side doorways, he would attempt to grab the batteries while Jeremy was distracted.
Although as he found out that was not to be the case as Jeremy quickly spotted him and flashed the flashlight at him, stunning the boy. So far Jeremy was barely coping, in fact he was surprised that he was keeping them away from the red line. Then, just as he thought the room couldn't get any more crowded, Freddy and Toy Freddy walked in, coming in at the very edge of the group. And then to top it all off, Goldie materialised into being, appearing next to the still frozen Foxy.
Jeremy was now in a very tricky situation, nearly all the Fazbears were advancing on him and he couldn't shine the flashlight on all of them.
He could use the Freddy mask, but it wouldn't work on all of them, especially Foxy and Mangle.
He spotted the latter, slowly working her way forward towards him over the heads of the others with a glint of confidence in her eyes.
Mike meanwhile was sitting in a chair inside the office, watching the cameras, he could see Jeremy's dire situation and gave his verdict.
"Well…" he muttered, folding his arms and leaning back.
"He's a dead man."
xxx
"It may be crazy, but I've always been a little strange, and if you wanna join me, that can be arranged!"
"So let's go back and let's relive the time we thought we'd die."
"And if we make it out we'll have ourselves a pizza pie."
xxx
"Now guys, do remind me which one of you jump scares the quietest?" Jeremy asked, as the Fazbears slowly inched their way towards the red line. He leaned back in the chair and held up his hands as a form of surrender.
"Any takers?"
Once they were across it, the game would be over for him.
They all just stared at him, not breaking character.
Every time one of them moved a little bit forward, Jeremy would shine the flashlight on them, only for another one to attempt the same thing once the light had left them. Luckily the kitchen wasn't a large room, so they couldn't attempt to flank him if they wished. Hopefully he could just hold them off until the clock rang, but Jeremy soon realised something as did the others.
Their eyes turned to one another as it dawned on all of them.
Puppet's music box had stopped playing.
Even Mangle had paused, turning back to look down the unlit hallway.
The faint sound of Pop goes the Wessel could be heard playing before it abruptly stopped.
Slowly, a small thin figure emerged out of the darkness, floating just above the ground, dressed almost completely in black with two white shining dots for eyes.
Puppet was here. . .
xxx
"Why does the pain remain inside?"
"I will never, never be sure."
"But if it disappeared I wouldn't know who I was anymore."
xxx
Slowly, she made her way forward, filtering through the crowd towards the front. Jeremy, knowing full well that it would do him no good, had put the Freddy mask on, just to add more realism to the scene. The other Fazbears all watched her glide forward, they even stepped out of the way to make space.
None of them were moving forward towards Jeremy, this was Puppet's moment of triumph and they wouldn't take it away from her.
"I wonder if I have enough time to write my will?" Jeremy thought humorously as Puppet approached, now rising even further off the ground. She stretched her arms out wide, her eyes upon closer inspection were now like two bright white sapphires.
"Judgement as come for you at last 'Purple Man', any last words?" she asked sternly, now bearing down on him.
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the screams were real."
"And beautiful terror is what I wanna feel."
"Dripping over me like a long lost memory."
xxx
Jeremy slowly sank down into his seat. "Well I have always wondered, when I die inside a suit do I get magical powers?" he asked causally.
It was a question which he had always pondered on.
"Only the power to remain stuck, to never move on or to be trapped on an endless loop like us," Puppet replied, her voice was both cold and stern. "Well, I guess morality wouldn't be so bad," Jeremy remarked.
Puppet smiled menacingly.
"Kill them when they're laughing," she whispered.
Then she dived in, Jeremy instinctually covered his face for protection and closed his eyes.
This was it. . .
xxx
"I wanna go back to when the nights were red."
"Mechanized agony and trouble in my head!"
"It wasn't good, and I don't feel bad."
"Those five nights were the best I've ever had. . ."
xxx
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!"
Jeremy slowly opened his eyes, the only thing he could see was Puppet. She was right in front of him, so close that they could kiss.
Her eyes were like two white dwarfs burned into his and her hands were very close to grabbing him, her whole stance was of one on the offensive. The ding dong sound was coming from the grandfather clock out in the hallway.
Slowly, Mangle lowered herself down, leaning in close to examine the scene, trying to make a judgement on the game's outcome.
Her eyes flickered over to Jeremy and then to Puppet, trying to work out some verdict.
"Mmmm. . .Mmmm. . .this is rather difficult."
Toy Freddy then walked over, with the game having finished there was no longer the need to maintain character. He looked at the pair, instantly seeing Mangle's dilemma.
"Right, judging by the way things look, in order to win, Puppet needs to physically grab hold of Jeremy or get him onto the floor and because she hasn't done that. . ."
He sighed.
"Jeremy therefore by default is the winner."
"WHAT!" Puppet yelled, turning to face Toy Freddy, she looked very frustrated and angry.
"You haven't won because he's still on the chair and you haven't got hold of him," Toy Freddy answered plainly, pointing out his judgement.
"I. Was. On. The. Verge. Of. Getting. Him!" Puppet slowly stated, although her icy tone betrayed her rage.
"Sooooo. . .did I win?" Jeremy asked, looking from Toy Freddy to Mangle.
Mangle sighed, accepting defeat.
"Yes," she answered bitterly.
"You've won like you did all those other nights ago, you still have it."
"Don't beat yourself up, you did great, as did the rest of you and at times I really felt like I was back in the past," Jeremy replied, turning to face the other Fazbears who looked disappointed that they had lost.
"I have never felt more alive."
Mike then walked in, looking surprised, but glad that Jeremy had won. "Well congratulations Jeremy, I see you haven't lost it, you guys did good, although you hesitated too much, especially Puppet." That remark earned him a death's glare from the latter, her head twitched, clearly, she wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.
"I was so close!" she hissed, scolding herself for delaying the opportunity to score an open goal. Hell, why didn't all the others do something before she got here, it would have saved her the energy.
"So, in all that's three people who has beaten Puppet, Jeremy, Mike and now Toy Bonnie," Foxy stated, counting up the tally. "Who is up for another round?" Jeremy asked eagerly, glancing from face to face.
Goldie however turned to look at the nearby grandfather clock, its smaller inner hand was edging ever closer to ten and it was already dark outside.
"I think it would be best if we all go to bed, it is night already and by the looks of things, some of us are tired."
"I'm not tired," Bonnie protested, folding her arms in defiance. Then Chica yawned, as did Freddy, then Mangle and finally Balloon Boy.
"The others on the other hand clearly are," Goldie stated firmly, he had the upper hand in this dispute. "Well, this game has helped put my mind off today's unfortunate events," Freddy said, his eyes flickering over to the door to the lounge. "Agreed, I've enjoyed this renactment, maybe we should do it again some other time," Toy Bonnie added, smiling.
"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Mike asked, looking at all three Freddies because technically, they were the leaders of the group.
"We start to track them down, judging by the conditions of the Nightmares, they aren't in any fit state to try to harass us, and Vincent wouldn't dare show his face here if he knew there was a chance he could lose badly," Chica answered, her tone held a deep desire for some long overdue payback.
"Tomorrow we start to fight back, no more being on the defensive, and I think I may have an idea on how to defeat the Nightmares at their own game," Freddy stated, folding his arms with confidence.
He smiled smugly, feeling proud of himself.
"Although I will explain it in greater detail tomorrow, I think we shouldn't worry about being attacked tonight."
"He's right, the Nightmares aren't so powerful now," Foxy said, messing about with his hook, fixing it on straight.
"And we could all do with a good night's sleep, given what's happened today."
There were several nods of confirmation.
"Ok, so sleep tonight and plan tomorrow, is everyone ok with that?" Goldie asked. One by one, everyone nodded in firm agreement.
"Fine, but just remember to sleep in your assigned groups," he stated, not that he believed that they would forget something so important, but still he might as well remind them.
"Before that though, how about you guys put everything back first?" Jeremy asked, gesturing to the cameras and the idle Freddy mask which sat on the kitchen table.
"We should keep the cameras actually, if we turn half to face outside and have the remainder facing in, then we have a security system, and given what we are up against we could use the extra pairs of eyes," Toy Chica argued. "Mmmm. . .you know I didn't think of that, nice one Toy Chica," Jeremy smiled, making the Fazbear's eyes sparkle with praise.
"Although we'll have to wait until tomorrow to set it all up."
"We'll sort out everything else," Mangle muttered.
"Hey Puppet, here."
Puppet, still feeling annoyed over failing twice in one evening turned to face Mangle, only for the Freddy mask to be thrown in her direction.
She only just caught it in her hands, feeling its weight as she frowned. She could accept that Jeremy had beaten her, after all, he had experience firsthand of being a night guard, but Toy Bonnie. . .she was struggling to accept it.
"Can you and BB put that somewhere in the under stairs cupboard please, we'll deal with everything else," Mangle finished, not waiting for any sign of protest.
Puppet sighed, rolling her eyes, she had no need to protest, it wasn't challenging.
Her stance did earn her a weary groan from Balloon Boy though.
"Oh come on Mari, it's just a game," he said, trying to get to her wind down after her unexpected defeat. Slowly he took hold of her hand, and led her out of the room, with Jeremy giving out fresh orders.
"Ok, first things first, rearrange the chairs and the table back to normal, then we'll deal with the various cameras."
As they headed towards the stairs, Balloon Boy pulled Puppet closer to him and whispered. "It's just a game, there's no shame in losing."
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one who has to strike the killing blow, I just took too long."
Then she abruptly stopped, pulling her lips into a pout, before turning them into a thin unreadable straight line. "Tell me . . .have I gotten lazy, I mean have I lost my ability to jump scare people?"
Balloon Boy thought for a moment, running his hand through his light brown hair.
"Well, you did hold yourself back doing several speeches, plus you got bad timing, so yeah, you're not as good as you used to be."
Puppet lowered her head and sighed sorrowfully. "Maybe it was because back then I had an actual agenda, a burning desire to get the night guard, whoever they might be."
She felt BB's hand wrap its fingers around hers.
"I guess I've lost my spark, the ghost child inside me has gone quiet, I need to be more alert."
She turned to face Balloon Boy, her facial expression looked bitter sweet as she smiled.
"After all it is just a game, and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"
Balloon Boy briefly hugged her.
"Yeah, I suppose so."
And then a certain question popped into being in Puppet's head.
"How did you actually get the batteries out of the flashlight, when the night guard was constantly using it?" she asked curiously.
Balloon Boy chuckled.
"Easy, whenever they put it down on the desk to look at the monitor, I would sneak in and swiftly take the batteries out before they'd even notice."
He smiled, leading her forward. "I am very fast when the opportunity presents itself."
They reached the cupboard door under the stairs, Balloon Boy gripped the handle and pulled it wide open. It was reasonably sized, but it was filled with tons of stuff and most of it looked old. In fact, some of it was from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, there were two plushies, a Bonnie and Foxy, and some colored plates with the Fazbear logo still on them.
At the far back, there was some rolled up Fazbear posters, and there was finally an empty Freddy head. Wait. . .that was the old Freddy mask, the one which Jeremy had used back when he was the nightguard.
So, he had kept it for all these years, it must be at least thirty years old and yet it appeared to have been kept in good condition.
Puppet placed the makeshift Freddy mask next to it, being extra careful not to touch the old Freddy mask. Jeremy had most likely got it when Fazbear Entertainment had sold off its assets upon the company's collapse in the mid-1990s.
"Remind me again, why is there a Freddy mask, where did it come from exactly?" Balloon Boy asked, as Puppet tilted the makeshift Freddy mask slightly, so it fitted into place among the cupboard's items.
"It was an idea the staff at the time had, the idea being that we could be fooled easily, and when we were under the children's possession we were quite naive," Puppet replied plainly, trying to make sure that the Freddy mask wouldn't get crushed by everything else.
"But children are themselves naturally naive, and for eleven poor children, it turned out to be fatal."
She then closed the cupboard door shut, locking the relics of the past inside. . .where they belonged.
When the pair returned to the others in the kitchen, they had already finished tidying the place up and were starting to head for their rooms. Although this time they would only be using two rooms to sleep in, as the others would be empty.
Safety in numbers, for now it was the only defense they could think of against the Nightmares.
As they were retiring to bed, Toy Chica proceeded to give Goldie a kiss on the cheek and hugged him, right in front of everyone else. Giggling as always, she left for her room, the other Toys just rolled their eyes and followed her, they were not surprised.
Jeremy raised his eyebrows at Goldie in a 'suggestive' manner, before leaving to join the others. The Originals however just stared at the elder Fazbear, they were completely dumbstruck. Mike couldn't help himself and burst out laughing, the Originals didn't even react they were that shocked.
"How and when. . .when did you two get together?" Freddy asked sternly, pointing directly at Goldie.
Mike just laughed even harder, seeing Freddy acting like a father questioning his daughter on her boyfriend was quite unexpected for him.
"Does it matter, I've never asked you four about your love lives," Goldie replied, chuckling in amusement at their disbelief. Chica then clasped her hands together and let out something of a squeal.
"Ohhh, I think you two make a sweet little couple!"
Needless to say, her green emerald eyes were sparkling with joy.
"I never saw that coming, but looking back at Toy Chica's past behavior it does kind of makes sense," Bonnie muttered, casting her mind back to earlier days. "Love is strange, but at least today has ended on a good note," Mike muttered, appearing to recover from his laughing fit.
He briefly glanced back in the direction of the lounge. "Especially when considering what we've just been through."
"Well today has been very bipolar to say the least," Goldie replied, giving him a small smile of reassurance.
"Well done laddie, you've scored!" Foxy exclaimed, making everyone else turn round to face him with looks of non-amusement. "Could you be any more dramatic?" Bonnie enquired sarcastically. "What. . .hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't mean he's scored sexually," Foxy protested, narrowing his eyes at the others, but mainly at Bonnie.
"Well. . ." Freddy began, bringing the attention of the others to him.
"Not yet at least."
Goldie chuckled.
"I had no idea my love life was so interesting, maybe it's because you four have none."
"HEY!" was their swift response, and their angered expressions made Mike start laughing again. "Mike, don't make me destroy you!" Freddy growled sternly, trying to shut Mike up, but it only succeeded in making the man laugh even harder. "Oh, you act like the big tough man Freddy, but underneath it your just desperate to find someone special like Goldie has," the man replied heartily.
Internally, Bonnie felt her heartstrings being pulled.
Before Freddy could get any angrier, Goldie spoke. "So, you four actually do have love lives?" Freddy pointed to himself and then the others.
"That's for us to find out for ourselves," he answered.
Goldie casually held up his hands. "Sure, no problem, everyone has their right to privacy, I never got involved in anything romantic in the past, I just left you guys to figure things out." Letting the matter slide, Freddy walked past, with Bonnie and Chica in tow. Foxy stayed behind to see if Mike was ok, as the man leaned back against the nearby wall for support. "You know, nearly twenty years ago I wouldn't be able to stand in the same space as you, and laugh at your expense, without the lingering threat of being strangled," he said, to which Foxy nodded.
It looked as if he was going to say something, but he couldn't as Goldie spoke first.
"You know, if I was asked who I thought would get to first base first, I assumed it would be Foxy."
In quick response to his words, Chica turned round on the spot and pointed at herself. Her green eyes were narrowed, and her facial expression was one of annoyance.
"Are you trying to say that I am easy?" she asked smoothly, although her tone carried a level of coldness to it. Goldie merely put his hands behind his back and shook his head.
"Oh no, I didn't mean that Chica, you've just reached that conclusion yourself." He then smiled playfully at her. "Unless, you're actually admitting to something."
Those words set her off like a volcano.
"GOLDIE!"
Inside his room, Toy Freddy smiled to himself, listening to the conversation outside which had now turned into something of a rabid fighting match, as Chica was trying her best to get back at Goldie.
Although she probably wouldn't actually hurt him.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you Goldie," he muttered under his breath. "You're still treating them like teenagers."
He turned to the others who were getting into bed, Jeremy however had his own bed based on the other side of the room. That way there was enough space for people to move about in case of an emergency.
"So, what do you think is better, the past or the present?" Toy Freddy asked, he was genuinely interested. He got a response from the former night guard.
"Well the past has its good parts, although I would like to view the present more positively."
"Yeah, but enough with philosophical debates on morality and karma, I want to sleep," Mangle groaned, laying her head back on the pillow with her hair quickly becoming a mess. "God, am I tired," she yawned, curling up like a cat.
"Wait, what if the Nightmares try to attack us in our sleep?" Balloon Boy asked, looking nervous.
"Did you not hear what the others said, the Nightmares are badly wounded," Toy Bonnie replied, reaching over and softly patting his head. "Besides with Goldie back, we should be able to defend ourselves should they even dare try," Toy Chica added, lying down.
"Trust me BB," Jeremy called from his bed.
"If you've ever seen Nightmare on Elm Street, then that's what to expect should they come, but I doubt it for tonight at least, can't say the same about tomorrow though."
Toy Chica then sighed sarcastically in response to Jeremy's horror film reference, granted she had never seen it, but she knew the parallels given how the Nightmares seemed to operate. "If you're trying to make him feel better, I doubt referring to Nightmare on Elm Street is going to work."
"I think it has strong links to our current situation, for a start they attack you in your sleep," Jeremy replied, lying back comfortably.
Then Puppet held her hands out to silence everyone. "I think given what has happened today, we all need to take a step back and just concentrate on something else, like getting a good night's sleep for once."
"Yeah, I agree with you on that Puppet," Toy Freddy remarked, finally getting into bed and pulling the bedcovers over himself and the others. "Let's just concentrate on dreaming about nice things instead."
"Like what?" Mangle asked, yawning as she felt exhaustion overcome her.
"I don't know, use your imagination," Toy Freddy replied, reaching over for the bedside lamp's power switch.
"I don't have an imagination," Mangle sourly muttered, turning over onto her front.
"That explains a lot," Jeremy stated humorously, but Mangle was too tired to even react with a simple glare.
"Does anyone wiggle when they sleep?" Toy Freddy asked, pausing for an answer before he turned the last source of light off. "I do," came a sheepish reply from Toy Chica at the other end of the bed. "Just don't kick me in your sleep please," Mangle groaned.
Toy Freddy pressed the button, there was a sharp click and the light instantly went out, allowing pitch darkness to descend with ease.
"So tomorrow I'll explain how we can beat the Nightmares at their own game," Freddy stated, pulling the bed covers over himself and the other three.
"Good, I hate the fact that they can come and go at will," Chica replied, voicing her well known hatred of the Nightmares.
It was a shared hatred.
In the end she hadn't hurt Goldie, she didn't actually want to, and besides he just kept teleporting around her. "Still feeling sore chicken?" Foxy cooed softly in her ear.
Chica groaned at his use of her nickname, maintaining her gaze at the curtain covered window. "No, not anymore, I clearly overreacted, which is what he wanted in the first place."
"And it is precisely what I got," Goldie remarked triumphantly.
"Goldie, are you ok sleeping at the end of the bed?" Bonnie asked, leaning over to check. "Yeah, I'm good, this is actually quite comfortable," Goldie replied, lying on his back with only the ceiling to look at.
"Really, aren't you cold matey?" Foxy enquired curiously. Goldie turned his head slightly to look at him.
"No, it is summer anyway, and I think it would be too warm to be under the covers."
"Ok, suit yourself," Freddy stated, turning over onto his side. "Hey guys," Mike called from his own bed, which was situated at the other end of the room.
"Don't let the Nightmares 'bite'."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" was Bonnie's sarcastic reply.
"You know, if it wasn't for the circumstances we find ourselves in that joke would be funny," Chica added, her tone sounded like she was irritated, no surprise there.
"I can see the funny side," Foxy muttered, chuckling somewhat, even though Nightmares were now a living thing.
"Don't worry guys, I'll be here all night long, all five nights long," Mike remarked humorously.
"Yeah, you're killing us Mike," Bonnie groaned, lying down and trying to get comfortable.
"Let's just enjoy the opportunity we have to get some real and 'undisturbed' sleep, ok guys," Freddy ordered, to which there were several grunts of agreement from the others.
"Well goodnight guys, sleep well," Mike whispered, rolling over to face the wall.
"Night Mike, night guys," Freddy yawned, reaching over for the bedside lamp.
"Night Freddy," was the collective response, and the light went out with the mere flick of a switch.
Complete darkness now descended onto the house, being followed swiftly by the sky being covered in a thick shroud of blackness.
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