Hello everyone and Happy New Year!
To think that it's been a decade already, where does the time go, (mine went mostly into fanfic writing).
Been on a chapter upload surge this month, although I'll probably go back to uploading one chapter or two per month like before.
Many thanks to both AugustFrost12 and ChaoticEngie for your reviews. :-)
I must say Engie, wow, I don't know my last chapter would resonant so much, yet it is true that the past to some extent does seem have been repeating itself during this decade.
I have mentioned the Cold War in context at several points in this story, so I can see the connection and the same thing with Mangle's fear that tragedy will strike her again, or that she'll never be free from the legacy of the Bite 1987 and the shadow that hangs over her.
AugustFrost12, I agree with you that Mangle is overlooked by the fanbase given the impact that other characters like Nightmare Fredbear, Circus Baby, Puppet and Springtrap had have on the story and lore. Don't worry about Lefty though, he just wants to entertain you in his 'own' way. ;-)
There is a song in this chapter and it's 'Help Wanted Please' by Not a Robot and Tryhardninja, a good creepy FNAF song to end the year on.
Apologies for any grammar mistakes, I tired to be thorough, but I swear that the site deletes some of the content from chapters, I can't be the only one with this problem.
That being said, do enjoy. . .
Chapter 45.
Nightguard Routine.
"There is no illusion greater than fear."
Lao Tzu
This was supposed to be easy God dammit, after all this was the last stage, but things as expected quickly spiralled out of control.
Mike and Jeremy's fear was to the surprise of literally no one, the Fazbears themselves in their possessed state,
"GUYS, HOW DO WE DEFEAT THESE THINGS?" Mike yelled, backing away from the possessed versions of his friends, who had wasted no time in spotting the two men.
It was quite a scene for the actual Fazbears to behold as they stared at their demented and twisted counter opposites.
And of course, the Fazbears were invisible to their possessed counterparts, they couldn't see, smell, taste, hear, touch or even sense them.
They could only see targets for their immense rage, Mike and Jeremy.
"SOMETHING INVOLING REALITY AND LOGIC RIGHT?" Jeremy called, he was very off put by the possessed version of Mangle, who was glaring at him like a predator.
"YOU BOTH NEED TO USE LOGIC TO CALM YOURSELVES DOWN AND THEN TRY TO RATIONALISE YOUR FEARS, THAT'S WHAT WE DID!" Chica shouted back, cupping her mouth with her hands to be heard as the night guard's attention was obviously focused on the possessed Fazbears.
"Head to the office, just slowly back away and get to the office, the doors should hold them for a while," Jeremy mentally muttered, not taking his eyes of the possessed version of Mangle.
By now she had started to stalk him, crawling across the ceiling, her white eyes fixed on his, scanning him, studying him, debating on when to strike.
Equally Mike was trying to keep an eye on the possessed versions of the Originals, they keep moving around trying to circle him.
The nearby company of the actual Fazbears wasn't comforting him because they couldn't do anything to help.
That's not a nice situation to be in when your friends were so close yet so far.
"Just back away, get a gun and then light them up like a Christmas tree," he whispered to himself, being careful not to do anything that would seriously provoke the possessed Originals.
However, there was no need to provoke them, they were triggered to go and possessed Foxy's inhuman scream was the signal.
Like lighting they struck, only for Mike and Jeremy to burst into a sprint and leg it towards the office with all eleven possessed Fazbears in tow.
"By the way guys, thanks for standing there as my imminent death comes for me!" Jeremy shouted in a sarcastic manner, but the fear in his voice was genuine, as he raced pass the real Toys as he ran for the safety of the office.
The possessed Fazbears wasted no time in tearing pass their real counterparts, or rather ran straight through them like a ghost would.
It was a strange sensation to have something pass through your body, particularly if the thing passing through you was literary yourself.
Multiple footsteps slapped the smooth chess decorated floor as Mike ran for his life, he never though in his darkest dreams that he would have to undergo this again.
Then again, this week's theme judging by recent events appeared to be the unexpected, so why be surprised now.
They were right behind him, he dared not looked back, or else he would undoubtedly face the wrath of the possessed version of Foxy that was hammering the floor at breakneck speed.
He could hear possessed Foxy's breathing, it was heavy and spoke of determination, he was determined to kill him without a second thought.
For he it might deliver justice and end the murdered child's long-term suffering, or at least that's what it hoped would happen.
Anger and desire are an emotion and emotion doesn't speak to logic.
"Just like the good old days, haven't missed these at all," Mike half heartily joked to himself, if the situation wasn't so serious, he might have laughed, but his instincts told him to keep running.
The office's left door was just ahead of him, he just needed to make it, the grim reaper was lashing at his heel.
As far as he could recall, Goldie, had warned them both that if you die in a dream then you die in real life.
Speaking of which, would it technically count as suicide if your own mind killed you?
Try and explain that to morgue. It was an interesting question to ask, however now really wasn't the time. Dismissing the thought, Mike neared the door, possessed Foxy was almost right on top of him, he could literally pick up on the vibrations that possessed Foxy's rapid speed sent through the air they were that close.
So, Mike did something a bit different than the usual rush in and close the door shut cline.
Instead he turned around and jumped, propelling himself backwards through the doorway.
By doing so, he got the chance to kick the closest possessed Fazbear in the face, this being possessed version of Foxy and he was about to gut Mike with his hook in a move that would have cut deep into his throat.
"I'm not dying today, I survived the real Fazbears I can outlast you lot," he remarked sternly, hitting the close door button on his way in.
It worked, with the possessed version of Foxy getting the double treatment of being kicked in the face and then slamming against a steel door almost at the same time.
Instantly, the possessed Fazbear voiced his frustration by screaming which resulted in a high pitch wail echoing down the corridor.
Of course, when they spoke in any manner when possessed, their voices sounded like that of child from whispering to screaming. Around the same time, Mike made it into the office, Jeremy burst in from the other side, hitting the close button once it came within his range.
Good thing too, for the possessed version of Mangle was about to grab him with her endoskeleton hands, she only withdrew once the door started to come down as she didn't wish to have her extra set of hands severed.
The door instantly slammed down, blocking off the possessed Toys, who all stood outside glaring at the two night guards through the window. Both entrances were closed, leaving both Mike and Jeremy safe inside the office, yet surrounded by the possessed versions of their friends, who were eager to spill blood.
"Well at least we're in here and they're out there," Jeremy stated, feeling very relieved that there was a barricade between him and death.
Mike however, did not share his friend's sudden rush of confidence.
"Yeah, we're safe alright until the power goes out, the doors are draining power at a fast rate."
Jeremy's smile frozen, his eyes widen, he had forgotten that part, he was used to having unlimited power in his experience as a night guard.
Outside, the possessed Fazbears appeared to understand the former night guard's dilemma and started to hammer away at the door.
Once one started to act, the others picked up the hint like a tidal wave, banging on both doors with an unrelenting fury.
And thus, the power meter which showed the room's power level began to slide and then tumbled into a complete downwards spiral.
BANG!
95%
BANG!
90%
BANG!
85%
BANG!
80%
BANG!
75%
"WHAT DO WE DO?!" Jeremy yelled, quickly going into a full-blown panic and who could blame him given the grim situation.
Mike turned to the monitor which sat on the desk, on it was an array of camera screens all showing various parts of the Pizzeria, including the main dining area where the real Fazbears were. They all looked very concerned, but unsure of what to do.
"GUYS, WHAT HAPPENS NOW, WE'RE TRAPPED LIKE RATS?" Mike shouted, he was so desperate for help that he even banged his fist on the monitor screen.
Through the windows the possessed Fazbears could see the former night guard's situation and sensed their mood. They began to laugh, sounding like giggling children, but there was no mistaking the cold and sinister undertone to it.
The sounds of the door being hammered and knocked dragged on unabated and the power meter continued to drop.
Mike sighed, faceplanting himself onto the office desk.
"Jesus Christ, how are we going to get out of here?"
Jeremy meanwhile was taking more active measures, grabbing the office chair and welding it around like a weapon.
"Stand back, I have a means to beat you all senseless!"
He hoped that the display of him having a means for defence would deter the possessed Fazbears.
It didn't…and they kept on hammering at the door much to Jeremy's displeasure and they laughed at his poor display of strength.
Meanwhile the real Fazbears were standing in the main dining room, wanting to desperately intervene, yet knowing that they couldn't if they tired. The sounds of childlike laughter mixed in with inhuman screaming drifted down from the corridors that lead up into the office.
In fact, they could see their possessed counterparts, bashing the steel doors with all their might.
"We must help them somehow, can't we?" Toy Freddy asked, turning to look at Goldie.
For what was properly the millionth time in his life, Goldie found himself at the centre of decision making. He shook his head, although he understood Toy Freddy's reasoning and desire to help Mike and Jeremy, this was their fears and only they could overcome it.
"No, I want to help, but this is their fear and only they can beat it, remember in our possessed counterparts' eyes, we don't exist at all," he stated.
"Surely there must be something we can do?" Bonnie asked frantically, her wide eyes displayed a strong sense to intervene.
Goldie sighed; at times he didn't like being the one who had to make the decisions.
"No, clearly there are rules to this world, certain fears are tied to the individual who fears them, as much as I hate it, we can only do so much."
He looked up, his eyes locking onto the possessed Fazbears, seeing their anger, their determination and swift descent to ruthlessness. Yet he remembered something, or rather being told something by the others in recent memories.
"We don't fear Mike or Jeremy, but they still fear us in some way, because after your little display of 'anger management' in Jeremy's van, it shows that if triggered in the right way, we can easily slip back into that mode of mindless violence."
He narrowed his eyes and turned to face the others.
"The only reason we've been fine up to now is because we and the ghost children have reached some level of acceptance and that we were moving forward away from Vincent, away from the Pizzeria, away from all of the pain and misery."
He continued, making his point clear to all.
"However recent events have threatened to return us to the past and sometimes it has succeeded."
Then Toy Chica spoke up.
"And when we are in that state we'll attack anyone near us, hence why Mike and Jeremy still fear us, we could just snap."
She clicked her fingers for dramatic effect.
"Just like that, instant switch, we've done it before in the past."
"Still, we must try something, fear us or not, they have been with us all the way, even when their own lives were in danger by us no less, yet they didn't leave," Foxy injected.
He turned and pointed his hook hand in the direction of the office.
"We can't leave them hanging, yet while we may be invisible, I would wager…"
With his other hand, he reached over and grabbed a nearby chair, lifting it up.
"That everything else isn't."
And with that he threw it down the corridor which contained his possessed counterpart, using all his might to toss the chair as far as he could. One would expect it to merely pass through the possessed Fazbears like a ghost would through when traveling through walls and doors.
However, the chair slammed right into the back of the possessed version of Chica, it was done with enough force it made her stumble and fall to her knees. Possessed Chica turned her head sharply in Foxy's direction, her white dots for eyes frantically searched for any sign of the would be chair thrower, but of course she couldn't see Foxy.
Foxy himself was surprised that his method even worked.
"Ok, now we're getting somewhere," he muttered, stunned by his own success.
Puppet was quick to follow suit, grabbing a chair and throwing it down the other corridor, before anyone else could say anything.
Her attempt also worked, with the chair smacking into the back of the possessed version of Toy Freddy.
Boy, did he react with an almighty scream that blocked out everything else.
"Yeah that worked," Toy Bonnie yelled, punching the air in triumph.
All the possessed Fazbears turned away from the doors, away from the night guards trapped inside and starting to charge down their respective corridors towards the source of their attackers.
Inside the office, Jeremy sighed a breath of immense relief, as the possessed Fazbears departed in eager haste for the main dining room, obviously, something had caught their attention.
"Mmm, so it would appear that they're not immune to chairs," Mike commented, watching the screen which showed the live camera footage for the main dining area.
He took the chair off Jeremy, set it down and sat in it, watching the screen.
Within the camera's limited field of vision, Mike could see around most of the Fazbears picking up chairs and throwing them at their possessed counterparts. Each hit whether it hit them or not, succeeding in getting their attention and keeping them occupied in the main dining area, away from the office.
Mike watched as Chica stared down the possessed version of Foxy, he was very twitchy, like he had a nervous tick as his white dots for eyes swept the area before him like a searchlight.
Every time he moved; various parts of his body jerked uncontrollably.
From where the camera was positioned, the possessed version of Foxy appeared to be towering over Chica, glaring at her as if she was a threat. Although Chica knew that the possessed version of Foxy couldn't hurt her, to see it up close and personal was quite frightening.
His white dots for eyes, constantly searched the space before him any signs of movement, they moved quickly, darting about everywhere at once.
Although they were just white dots, his eyes only expressed one emotion…anger and lots of it.
He growled, his head twitching erratically from side to side as he stared at her. She knew he couldn't see, hear, touch, taste, smell or even sense her, but the way he was acting appeared to give the indication that he sensed something was there.
Something was just beyond his sight, watching him, teasing him and he clearly didn't like it.
He took a few steps towards her and leaned in, breaking into her personal space.
Chica's heartbeat quicken to the pace of a marathon, pounding against her ribcage. His growling grew in its intensity, as if he could sense her fear, his white dots for eyes were now glowing.
Chica started to shake, with her entire body beginning to tremble under the pressure.
"You can't see me, you can't hear me, to you I don't exist," she whispered to herself. The possessed version of Foxy now barred his teeth, his growling reached a new pitch. Did he know, could he truly sense her after all?
Then suddenly somewhere off to the side, out of Chica's field of vision came a loud crash of chairs smashing into each other. It was so unexpectedly and loud that both Chica and the possessed version of the Foxy jumped back in shock. Reacting like an animal, possessed Foxy screamed a high pitch wail like that of a child's before turning in the direction of the noise and jumping across the tables towards it.
Chica looked startled of course, but apart from that she was ok, everything appeared to occur so fast.
She turned and saw that Freddy had thrown a chair against the far wall and thus diverting the attention of their possessed counterparts away from them.
Freddy smiled at her and she smiled back, relieved that she wasn't the centre of attention anymore.
'Cheers Freddy, that was greatly needed' she mouthed.
Back inside the office, Mike also smiled, glad to see that the Fazbears were handling the situation…for now. His smile faded however when he turned to see the power meter, it was low, currently sitting at 25% power left.
And the doors were continuing to drain power as the minutes ticked by.
Jeremy shared the same look, either they could raise the doors to save on power which would properly catch the attention of the possessed Fazbears.
Or they could stay like this and wait until the power runs out and then have the possessed Fazbears charge them.
Either way they were dammed, unless they came up with something rather quickly.
"Ok, we are trapped with limited power and the possessed versions of our best friends are roaming the halls edger to kill us," Jeremy stated, surmising their otherwise hopeless position.
He turned to Mike.
"Any ideas, personally I thought we could use the office chair as a weapon to hold them back while we make a mad dash towards the exit."
Mike chuckled to himself, there was something about Jeremy's idea which he found funny, yet he didn't know why. Maybe because his mind came up with the image of the two of them trying to force the possessed Fazbears back by the simple means of using the chair.
It would be a pathetic way to go out if he had to be honest.
"Well it's a plan, but personally I would rather come up with something more complex, besides the Fazbears themselves seem to be doing a good enough job of distracting them," Mike remarked, returning his attention to the various camera screens. Again, he saw the possessed Fazbears wandering around various parts of the building as the Fazbears had started to lure them away from each other, keeping them in certain areas and thus away from the office.
The possessed Fazbears he noted were very quickly to react to the slightest sound or movement, turning in its direction and then rushing headlong towards it, all in the matter of a few seconds. His mind, as well as that of Jeremy's had by the looks of it, done a very good job in recreating the possessed Fazbears from his memories.
For back in 1987 and 1993, they were fast, unpredictable and above all ruthless.
Mike had seen that ruthless first hand and he nearly ended up being caught by it.
However, he remembered Chica's words from earlier.
"We need to somehow remind ourselves that we are overexaggerating the fear of them going rogue and attacking us."
Jeremy laughed a little, how could one keep themselves calm from a danger that already existed, especially if the danger was right outside.
"I see your point, but you and I both saw what they were like in the van."
Then his laughter stopped, and his tone became noticeably serious.
"Yes, they are our friends, but their anger knows no bounds, I hate to say it but…."
He sighed, lowering his head, as if there was something which he didn't want to admit.
"They were broken when we first meet them, what they went through will properly never leave them, even if we can fix this mess, all of what they did still carries an impact. "
He frowned, he clearly didn't like what he was saying, but Mike couldn't deny that he had a good point, there are physical scars…and then there are psychological ones.
And the psychological ones always ran deep.
"They were not in a good way when I first turned up that's for sure, it was like they were two different people half the time, nice and happy on stage and then aggressive and depressed off stage," Mike muttered softly in agreement.
His eyes flickered over to the monitor where he could see the main dining room, watching the possessed Fazbears prowl around the room, stalking their non-existence prey.
The sudden jerks, the glowing white dots for eyes and their erratic hostile nature sent Mike's mind back to 1993, those nights appeared to go on forever.
Now they were again, walking around not far from his position, looking for him and Jeremy, thinking that somehow their deaths would bring about salvation for their tormented state. He could also see the real Fazbears keeping themselves away from their possessed counterparts, all the while throwing chairs about or overturning tables.
They looked shocked, scared to some extent, yet most of all they looked horrified to see themselves.
Initially Mike wondered why, but Jeremy had already reached a conclusion, announcing his thoughts.
"This is properly the first time in which they've seen themselves in that state face to face."
He took the monitor off the table and upon accessing some of its extra features, he zoomed the camera in for an enhanced vision.
"I mean sure they've watched past camera footage of themselves being possessed and even saw them as their own personified fears, but never walking around in the same space."
"I would be shocked if I saw myself in that state with my own eyes."
He pressed his lips together as he zoomed the camera up on the possessed version of the Puppet as she prowled around the dining room, completely oblivious to the actual Fazbears.
"I've got some nice memories of you in your murderous state that's for sure," he muttered coldly under his breath.
He would admit that he found the Puppet somewhat untrustworthy at the beginning, seeing her as the ringleader, the schemer, or if you would rather have it put plainly…the 'puppet master'.
In fact, he wasn't sure if he could trust all of them, but especially the Originals. Back in good old 1987, when both the Originals and the Toys hated each other's' guts, the two groups often acted as a closed group, never letting anyone into their little family circle.
The Toys at the time weren't possessed yet, but they were unsure of their new environment and didn't fully trust everyone; well in hindsight it was really the Puppet who treated everyone with a cold demeanour, the others were generally ok and nice for most of the time.
Although over time Mangle's social relations with everyone dramatically dropped and that was not because of her, but the bullying did leave her feeling isolated. However, they were just nervous about everything and given that they had an enormous burden on their shoulders to generate big profit for Fazbear Entertainment.
It was the Originals who acted as more of a closed group than anything the Toys did.
They were very cold to anyone else, only trusting in one another and treating the rest of the world with a hostile glare.
At times Jeremy was sure that they would just snap and kill him in cold blood right there and then, for when one is filled with a murderous purpose, they can be very determined and would stop at next to nothing to see it through.
To be fair though in the eyes of the Originals, they had only just lost their pizzeria and position in the business, only to arrive at an even bigger and more entertaining pizzeria and then be informed that they were being replaced.
After that. . .a large part of their humanity disappeared, fading away to be replaced by a murderous rage and a massive victim complex.
And they didn't particularly take a shine to Jeremy when he first turned up.
The Originals under the possession of the dead children wanted him dead, thinking that if they couldn't find the real killer then he would do, although they suspected that anyone could be their killer.
Jeremy was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time as he soon found out.
"I feel sorry for them all, they did nothing to deserve their position, yet there are many people who would see them as murderers, I'm surprised that after all this time no one has raised any legal action against them or the company for that matter on the issue of multiple night guard disappearances.
He turned to face Mike, who did the same.
"We know that Vincent is guilty, but what if someone decides to drag the Fazbears to court?" Jeremy asked firmly.
"Then everything would come out of the woodwork, all hell would break loose frankly and there's no coming back from that outcome," Mike replied sombrely.
He then retuned his focus to the various camera feeds, watching as the Fazbears continued to distract their possessed counter opposites any means at their disposal. The possessed Fazbears continually groaned, moaned or shrieked at every sound; turning in every direction to search for an enemy that they couldn't sense, alone see or hear.
Yet they acted like predators as they prowled the various rooms, constantly jerking and twitching in an abnormal manner, as if the children who possessed them were struggling to maintain full control over their vessels.
Seeing them in the flesh had awakened old memories for Mike, remembering those tense filled nights when he was the security guard, fighting off death from all sides, with each minute feeling like an hour.
Then there were those moments when he had run out of power and his enemies had closed in. In the darkness he prayed to God that six am would come around and save him from the clutches of these murderous entertainers.
Thankfully, it did, but up until the moment that the clock rang out for 6am, Mike was as good as dead with a vengeful possessed Freddy looming over him, ready to beat him broken and then drag him to his death inside the iron maiden that was a prop suit.
Those close calls haunted his memories and seeing the possessed versions of his friends brought those memories reeling back with a vengeance of their own that he couldn't shake off, no matter how hard he tried to shake himself free of them.
(Begin song here).
We wind back time to 1993, to see a young Mike, sitting in the security chair, attentively watching the cameras, as their feeds stutter with static.
The air is tense. . .
"Something's not right. . .tonight at work alone."
There's something amidst and he is not alone.
"Cause it feels like I, could use assistance of my own!"
Many eyes appear out of the darkness.
"Help wanted, monsters in the dark."
Heavy footsteps fill the hallways.
"Coming after me. . ."
Hatred and vengeance are everywhere.
"Help me, before they stop my heart."
Consuming everything in their path.
"They're all I can see."
We see Freddy and co staring back through the cameras at Mike.
"Nightmares that I'm surrounded by. . ."
Pressed up against the office windows.
"So close it's like they're in my mind."
Death is staring back at him.
"This job just might destroy my life."
So much for a thrilling career.
"Help wanted please."
The fear is very real.
"I don't want to die!"
We see possessed Freddy thundering down the hallway.
Possessed Foxy banging extensively on the office door in a fit of rage.
Possessed Toy Chica jerking violently on the camera feed.
"Help wanted please."
Possessed Mangle crawling across the ceiling.
Goldie twitching uncontrollably in the Parts and Service room.
Possessed Puppet rising out of her music box.
"I don't want to die!"
They never leave his sight.
"In every room and everywhere I look."
They'll hunt him forever.
"Metallic masks, trying to end my world for good."
Each night gets harder.
"Help wanted, I'm starting to think, I'm not getting out."
One small mistake and he's dead.
"Help me, I'm hanging by a string."
Their bloodlust becomes ever more ravenous.
"They wanna cut me down. . ."
They stare back at him through the cameras.
"Nightmares that I'm surrounded by. . ."
Glaring through the windows.
"So close it's like they're in my mind."
The power meter keeps on going down.
"This job just might destroy my life."
Never accept help wanted ads.
"Help wanted please."
One of you vs all of them.
"I don't want to die!"
We see Possessed Toy Bonnie banging aggressively on the office door.
Possessed Balloon Boy storming down the hallway.
Possessed Chica staring intensively through the camera feed.
"Help wanted please."
Possessed Toy Freddy glaring at Mike through the office windows.
Possessed Bonnie stalking the pizzeria's decaying rooms.
Child like laughter drifts through the air.
"I don't want to die!"
Mike laments his impending fate.
"I can't leave, cause robotic beasts join my reality tonight."
They'll never let him leave.
"And their hate will not cease, til I rest in peace."
The power meter drops dangerously low.
"Someone send help please, cause I. . ."
Who says that life is fair?
"I don't want to die!"
Suddenly, the power goes out and the doors unlock, everything goes dark.
Numerous footsteps ring out from both hallways.
The sound of demented laughter fills the air.
"Help wanted please."
The sounds of deranged groans and moans erupt into being.
The footsteps grow louder and louder.
Then two pairs of vengeful eyes appear in both doorways.
"I don't want to die!"
Then Possessed Freddy and Puppet enter the office from both sides, their eyes fall onto a terrified Mike.
Mike tries to keep himself as still as possible as they approach him, with deadly intent in hand.
Possessed Puppet emits an aggressive growl.
"Help wanted please."
They loomed over Mike, with a look of immense rage.
Mike trembles uncomfortably as death stares him in the face.
Then Possessed Freddy reaches out for him, eager to snap his neck. . .
"I don't want to die!"
(Song fades out).
Those dark days were seemingly long behind him, but still left a significant mark on everyone involved.
Mike sighed, catching Jeremy's attention, stirring the man to speak his mind.
"We need to quickly figure out a way to beat them, after all we are lucid dreaming right now, so we could imagine something to help us, even if ends up killing them," he said confidently, clearly focusing his mind towards finding an outcome. There were several loud crashing sounds from somewhere the down the hallway outside, followed by a dozen screams. No doubt the Fazbears were doing their best to keep their possessed counterparts' attention solely on them.
Mike was able to push against the memories that crawled out his subconsciousness, enough for him to focus on Jeremy.
"Those memories of my night shifts are indeed alive and well inside my head," Mike muttered bitterly.
"Back then, I would have wished to have something to defend myself with, although as turns out I got by without needing to use my gun."
And instantly a lightbulb turned on inside Jeremy's head.
It had to work, otherwise they were dead, and time was rapidly running out.
"Imagine what you've always wanted during the night shift," he said cautiously, hoping that his idea would work.
He mentally pictured the perfect gun, the sten gun, praying against logic for a good outcome.
"Please work?" he mentally begged.
Suddenly, he felt something heavy and metallic fall into his hands, he instantly felt its weight.
He looked down and found himself staring at a sten gun, just like he wished.
"Finally, some good luck for once," he said smugly, feeling greatly relieved and with the narrow corridors leading up to the office, he could turn them into a killing ground.
Mike now looked dumbfounded and immediately turned his thoughts towards various guns to catch up, not wishing to be outmatched. He soon found what he desired above all things and it fell into his hands, a shotgun, packed with shrapnel bullets. In fairness, he did harbour a dark desire for payback for the hell that he was put through, although he didn't blame the Fazbears for it.
However, as realistic as things seemed in this place, it was not real, and he could happily embrace his vengeance on the possessed versions of his friends.
After all, weren't they trying to kill him right and what a better way to overcome his fear by ripping it apart?
"Let's see how many times you can be ripped apart?" he mentally chuckled in a dark tone that would have disturbed any of the real Fazbears had they ever heard him.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" he then eagerly asked Jeremy, who replied with a matching grin of his own, more than enough to send shivers down any onlooker's spine.
Suddenly, the power meter hit 0%, emitting a loud whooshing sound of everything dying down, as all electrical items switched off with the blast doors opening up.
"The calm before the storm," Jeremy remarked, he knew what would soon follow.
And he was right, no sooner had the power gone off, the possessed Fazbears turned their attention away from their invisible foes and screamed a banshee like howl that ripped throughout the entire building.
Within seconds they charged towards the double corridors which lead to the office.
They were edger, they now knew that there was nothing standing in their way and their eyes glowed with blood lust.
"MIKE, JEREMY, THEY'RE HEADING YOUR WAY!" Bonnie yelled frantically.
"WE CAN'T STOP THEM!" Toy Freddy shouted, watching as their possessed counterparts pushed and shove viciously at each other to get to their destination first.
However, they were now ready for them.
"I am going to enjoy this, although it is nothing personal against them, more against the situation itself, which I was forced into," Mike said, rationalising his desire for vengeance, although given what he had been forced to endurance it was easy to sympathise with his viewpoint.
An incredibly loud animalistic shriek was heard nearby, coming from one of the hallways, they didn't have long.
In way they would confronting their fears, by blasting them to pieces, at the end of the day, they knew that these things weren't real, just memories and personified fears.
They knew that the Fazbears would always have their backs, years of hard built trust had showed that.
There were more screams and the ever-increasing sound of multiple footsteps, hitting the floor in a rapid manner. Shadows crept up the surrounding walls, the possessed Fazbears would be here any second now.
Mike knelt down and positioned himself just before the left doorway with his shotgun at the ready, fingers on the trigger.
There was the ratta noise of possessed Foxy's feet, getting ever louder as he approached.
'Ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta!'
Jeremy sat himself in the office chair and positioned his stern gun in the direction of the right doorway, putting his eye to be in line with the iron sights.
'Ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta!'
'Ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta, ratta!'
Things would go very different this time.
'RATTA, RATTA, RATTA, RATTA!'
This had been long overdue.
'RATTA, RATTA, RATTA, RATTA!'
Then possessed Foxy appeared in the left doorway, looking angrier than ever, his eyes a glare of immense rage.
He screamed, but before he could even get a word out, Mike pulled the trigger and blasted him with the shotgun. The resulting blast impacted him right in the chest, splitting him right open and sending the possessed Foxy flying back into the wall.
There was a loud cracking thud as his back sharply impacted into it. Yet Mike didn't stop releasing barrel of shotgun rounds into the possessed Fazbear, freezing him in place, unable to move due to the immense pain he was receiving.
The other possessed Fazbears soon turned up with the possessed version of Freddy reaching around the door and tried to grab Mike's shotgun out of his hands.
Mike responded with shooting away the hand, blasting off all five fingers and making possessed Freddy screamed out in pain. Then the possessed versions of the Toys turned up outside the right doorway with the possessed version of Balloon Boy being the first to arrive.
"HI!" he screamed in a phantom like wail.
Jeremy replied by firing his gun, it acted like a machine gun, with an intense and quick rate of fire.
The result was possessed BB being tore open and his innards being splattered against the wall, all the while he screamed in agony.
Then other possessed Toys arrived and using BB's situation as a distraction, attempted to get inside the office, they knew that Jeremy couldn't concentrate on all of them.
In truth, he could, when there was only one doorway and he made dam sure that no one got in. Fringing his gun nonstop, Jeremy proceeded to hit the possessed versions of Toys all in one, whilst Mike did the same with the Originals.
All the while, the real Fazbears just listened from the main dining room, hearing nothing else but the combined sounds of shouts, screams and guns fringing constantly.
"COME ON IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT!" Mike yelled, thankfully that he wished for unlimited ammunition, as the possessed Originals pushed forward with their attempts to get at him.
The possessed Fazbears seemed to act under the logic that as painful and as suicidal as their approach was, they needed to silence the two night guards otherwise they would be trapped outside forever.
So, they pressed onwards, despite the immense never ending shower of bullets, using all their strength and stamina they pushed themselves to their limits.
And they barely made it three steps in before collapsing from their wounds…kind of anti-climactic.
Jeremy was astonished at the sight of the blood covered, groaning bodies of the possessed Toys as they lay on top of each other, pilling in the doorway, blocking it for anyone else.
It was such a mess that he couldn't work out who was who exactly.
And it felt so easy. . .too easy.
Yet he recognised the seriously wounded possessed version of the Puppet, who crawled out of the top of the pile, reaching forward with one of her hands which appeared to be fingerless.
Her expression was now the complete opposite to her previous one.
She looked sad, regretful even and somewhat terrified, as she reached out further still, trying to grab hold of Jeremy.
Yet although he knew her vicious nature, he hesitated on whether he should kill her.
In truth, he felt sorry for her.
Yet deep down he knew what she would do if given the chance, at one moment she nearly ended up killing him in real life back in 1987.
"I'm sorry Puppet, but you're a ghost of the past," he muttered, raising his sten gun to meet her face, putting her right in the middle of the crosshairs.
"And you need to be laid to rest."
Her eyes, being that of white dots for pupils widen as if she was in shock at what she was seeing.
Then they narrowed and her mouth turning into a vindictive frown.
She screamed, now lashing out with her free hand, but Jeremy pulled the trigger and silenced her once and for all.
"Old habits die hard," he remarked coldly, lightly kicking her body to see if she was still alive, but she wasn't.
"Well, there's no one left on my side," Mike stated cautiously, slowly stepping over the now still bodies of the Originals as he peered out into the hallway.
At the far end, he could see the real Fazbears all staring down from their position, the collective expression was profound shock.
"It's ok guys, we're still alive," Mike called, waving his hand at them so they could see him.
"All the blood and dead bodies are fading away, so there's nothing left to see," Jeremy shouted, stepping out into the blood free corridor as the bodies of the possessed Toys faded away.
"They're all dead, our fears are conquered, although they were not verablly beaten like your fears were."
There was a huge cheer of relief from the Fazbears as the two former nightguards left the office to join them.
So, all the steps have been completed.
"Well…" Toy Chica began, looking very relaxed.
"I never knew I was so vicious, I mean I've seen it on footage, but to see myself like that up close…"
She appeared to fold her arms and mumbled.
"It's something quite different."
Then she smiled.
"I'm quite glad, you both survived."
Jeremy merely laughed and pulled Toy Chica into a hug, she blushed at the close contact.
"Awww, I like the fact that you still care TC, it's heart-warming, it really is."
There was the sound of someone clearing their throat.
They both turned to see Goldie with his arms slightly folded and his eyes firmly set on where Jeremy's arms were.
"Sorry Goldie," Jeremy said jokily, releasing Toy Chica from his grip.
"Didn't know that you were that territorial."
Upon realising, what he was saying, Goldie instantly snapped to attention.
"Sorry, natural reaction, you're not the kind of guy who would try to do anything odd Jeremy," he replied, now looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Well I am sure glad that no one was allowed to bring guns into the premises," Bonnie remarked, casting a glance behind Jeremy to where the dead bodies of the possessed Fazbears had once laid.
"Although I wouldn't blame anyone if they did, given what we put them through," she sighed and lowered her head.
"I do wonder at times if some of them had even considered suicide."
Mike slowly reached forward with his free hand and lifted her chin up, their eyes locked.
"Listen, you know that it wasn't you, I am not afraid of you and I know that you want to fix things," he said, smiling at the last part.
"Over time things will become water under the bridge' I'm sure of it."
Bonnie slowly returned his smile.
"Thanks Mike, you always know what to say," she replied.
"Well it helped me survive you and others, didn't it?" He asked back.
His comment made Bonnie laugh.
"Yeah, you did have a way with words."
Seeing her laugh, with her features all lit up and her smooth purple hair swaying about in the air, Freddy found himself once again caught in a trace.
His blue pupils widen as he stared at her, his eyes fixed solely on her, it was like everything was in slow motion, anything else that was not related to Bonnie disappeared from his mind.
He understood that past events had made her bitter somewhat, yet underneath all of that she was still sweet.
He remembered seeing her for the first time, no really seeing her for the 'first time', back in good old 1980.
She was on stage next to him singing her heart out and playing her guitar out like there was no tomorrow.
It was not instant love, not the kind that you would get in teenage romantic stories…like Twilight for example.
It was a slow burner, yet it was still love nevertheless and Freddy knew that.
At first, he didn't know what to do exactly about his feelings, he certainly did not wish to embarrass her or himself by making an effective public statement of love like they did in the movies.
So, he sought to play the long game, getting into the friendzone and slowly moving forward in his advances.
By the time of the events which occurred in 1983 they were a close family unit of five, leaving Freddy just a step away from the actual kind of relationship which he wanted with Bonnie.
Yet he had stopped going any further for two reasons, the first one being the chaos which erupted out of the 1st missing children's incident. It derailed everything and the closing of their pizzeria only further served to cast an enteral dark cloud over their heads. In times of crisis people needed a leader, regardless of whether it was global or family orientated, a leader was required and Freddy became that leader.
They loved each other dearly there was no doubting that, but they needed to put romance aside and focus on trying to rebuild and find a way out of this hell.
Plus, being possessed by dead vengeful children didn't help their recovery in anyway.
The second reason was that he didn't know if she felt the same way and after all that effort he didn't want to open his heart and find out that she didn't feel the same way.
How would he be able to stand in her presence again if his fears turned out to be true.
He prayed that they never would be.
Yet if his recent interactions with Bonnie were anything to go by, then obviously, she held feelings towards him.
However, it was due to all other recent events that he had found himself unable to talk to her privately.
He vowed to find the time somewhere soon, he needed to tell her how much she meant to him.
He sighed and took his eyes off the ongoing interaction between Bonnie and Mike, looking elsewhere around the room.
Everyone else seem to be very glad that the nightmare was over with Toy Freddy punching his fist in the air, Puppet clasping their hands with glee and Foxy patting Jeremy on the back as a form of congratulations.
Even Mangle who was hanging on the ceiling and dazing down at Jeremy appeared to be grinning in delight.
Wait, since when did Mangle get on the ceiling?
Within the blink of an eye, Mangle dived off the ceiling like a blot of lightening, Jeremy only had a split second to notice before he was knocked to ground and pinned in place with Foxy staggering back in shock.
Jeremy shot Mangle a look of extreme annoyance, he was done with sudden shocks for a day.
"Jesus Christ Mangle, a little fair warning beforehand would be ni-"
His words became stuck in his throat as he recognised the colour in Mangle's pupils…two blazing white dots.
This wasn't Mangle, this was possessed Mangle and her sadistic smirk gave Jeremy every reason to worry.
And worse still he didn't have his sten gun with him for it had been knocked out of his hands when possessed Mangle crashed into him.
"It's me Jeremy!" she hissed venously through gritted teeth.
However, before she could even attempt to bite him, using what limited movability he had, Jeremy grabbed her mouth with his hands and attempted to keep it shut. Although it was clear to anyone watching that possessed Mangle held the upper hand, using her endoskeleton hands to pin his hands down to the floor.
"SHIT!" was all Jeremy could scream, trying desperately to prevent her teeth from ripping his face off as her normal set of hands tried to pin the rest of him in place.
Possessed Mangle's actions amounted to that of a snake…strangling its prey before administering the final blow.
Within an instant all the other Fazbears rush in on the scene, some grabbing near chairs with Foxy being the first to reach him and swiftly administering a sharp smack of the chair against possessed Mangle's head.
Only for her react just as swiftly by grabbing the chair with her hand, stopping it completely in mid-air, Foxy soon found himself struggling to match her strength.
Where they really this physically strong in when they were possessed?
His contest of strength with possessed Mangle only stopped when Toy Bonnie came around the other side and brutally smacked her in the head.
The impact hit her with enough force to knock her off Jeremy, with possessed Mangle rolling away, before stabilising herself.
Everyone else charged in on the scene, whilst they couldn't physically attack possessed Mangle themselves, they could trap her with chairs and tables.
However, possessed Mangle appeared to be expecting that such action would be taken as she could see chairs and tables being lifted off the ground by invisible hands and brought towards her. Within an instant, she jumped upwards and grasped the pizzeria ceiling with her endoskeleton hands, digging them in ensure a tight grip.
She was too far away to be hit by chairs although Jeremy's sten gun possessed the range to reach her.
Upon retrieving it he fired up an almighty hail of bullets at her, attempting to kill her or at least knock her off the ceiling.
Possessed Mangle knew what he was trying to do, so she raced around in circles to trying to flank him. Although Jeremy had wished for endless ammunition, he was struggling to track her movements as she dashed from one direction to the next, whenever she caught onto the direction of his bullets, she would immediately change her path and go off somewhere else.
However, she ran right over Mike, who took the opportunity to shoot at her with his shotgun. He aimed the gun upwards, tracking possessed Mangle until she was almost on top of him. A hand rested itself on his shoulder, out of the corner of his eye, Mike saw that the sleeve matched that of Goldie's.
"Tell me when to fire Goldie, in case she changes direction ok?" Mike asked, keeping his attention on the fast-moving possessed Mangle.
Suddenly the grip on his shoulder tighten and then Mike was yanked upwards with such force and speed that he dropped his shotgun.
"GOLDIE WHAT THE HELL!"
He spun round…only to come face to face with possessed Goldie expressing nothing other than full on rage.
"HOLY SWEET MAR-"
He was cut off by possessed Goldie throwing him into the nearby wall with a loud aggressive scream.
It was followed by a thunderous smack as Mike's back hit the wall with force.
Everyone else turned and saw the incident, only for possessed Goldie to teleport out of sight and then reappear before Mike as he was picking himself up after being slammed into the wall.
Although he was dazed after the impact, Mike knew he was in the deep end when possessed Goldie reappeared before him, angrier than ever.
How did he escape previously and for that matter, how did possessed Mangle escape too?
Unless they backed off from the blaster fire and never attempted to enter the office, that's why they never saw them until now.
They had been waiting for the right opportunity….and now they had it.
An immense wave of pain washed over Mike as possessed Goldie punched him hard in the stomach, pushing his back even further into the wall. He then grabbed his throat with his other hand and started to strangle him, cutting into his airways.
Possessed Goldie growled as he tightens his grip on Mike's neck, whilst the latter fought back, trying to pull his hand off, but possessed Goldie's grip was as strong as steel and wouldn't give way.
While possessed Goldie's attack on Mike had everyone's attention for the moment, possessed Mangle took it as an opportunity to launch another attack against Jeremy, which she did with a speed yet unseen as she raced across the ceiling and dived towards the floor, landing on it and before Jeremy could react she then leapt up at him like a dog and knocked him to the ground.
However, this time, he didn't lose hold of his gun as he had tightened his grip on it in the few microseconds he had before she made impact. Possessed Mangle pinned him to the floor with her endoskeleton hands which gripped his arms and used her legs to trap his legs under hers.
With her real hands, she didn't grab his throat which he expected, but rather instead covered his nose and mouth preventing him from breathing properly. In an adrenaline fuelled situation such as this with his heart pounding rapidly against his ribcage, Jeremy's need for immediate oxygen grew dire as his lungs started to scream for fresh air.
Possessed Mangle's smile only grew in sick delight as he struggled with her to breathe.
Yet he still had his gun in his grip and while his arm was pinned, his hand wasn't.
Trying to lift the gun up was one thing, it was another when you were trying to do it while fighting off someone who was trying to kill you.
Yet despite his mind starting to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he was able get the gun into position. Pulling the trigger, he fired a single bullet into possessed Mangle's side, she screamed as the bullet made its impact against her ribcage. It was enough for her to remove her hands from his mouth and nose, as well as loosen her grip on his arms.
With the opportunity at hand, he headbutted her in the face, punched her hard in the chest and brought the gun round to smack her in the side of the head.
That…was a lot of pain to receive in the space of five seconds.
Finally, he kicked her off him whilst she was still screaming in agony.
Then and in rather good timing Puppet turned up behind possessed Mangle and whilst the latter was distracted by the recent pain, smacked in the back of the head with a chair.
Even though it made her dizzy, she still jumped up at the ceiling and began to swing away. Jeremy was quickly on his feet and fired spray after spray of bullets in her direction, scaring the ceiling with bullet holes.
Yet despite her quick speed, he got two or more three shots into her.
Unable to take the immense damage, possessed Mangle fell to the floor, screaming in agony as pain raced through her body.
She hit the floor with a deafening smack, it was enough to break bone.
Gripping his sten gun tightly in his hands, Jeremy slowly approached her, only now, she didn't appear to be in any shape to be moving.
In fact, it looked as if she was on her last breath, Jeremy knew she was now dying. He then turned his gaze to Mike who was still struggling to fight possessed Goldie, who held him firmly in place against the wall. Freddy had just come to the rescue with a chair and brought down against possessed Goldie's head.
However, the man without even turning round to look, grabbed the chair with his free hand and held it in mid-air, much to Freddy's shock and amazement.
Whether he was possessed or not, Goldie was still very strong.
Then and with great strength, possessed Goldie, whilst still holding onto the chair, swung it hard against the wall resulting in Freddy impacting it face first.
It didn't stop there as possessed Goldie started to swing the chair back and forth against the wall, making Freddy hit it again…and again….and again.
"Looks like…. I've got the…better treatment out of…the two of us," Mike joked, watching Freddy repeatedly get himself face slammed into the wall.
Freddy gave him a glare of annoyance.
"Says you-"
BASH!
"Who has-"
BASH!
"His hand-"
BASH!
"Around your-"
BASH!
"Neck!"
Then Bonnie appeared next to Mike, having slipped round possessed Goldie, plus she had his shotgun.
"Here, quickly, before he notices," she whispered, placing it in Mike's free hand.
"With pleasure," Mike replied, bringing it round to get a clear shot.
However, possessed Goldie saw the exchange and knew what Mike was planning to do.
He knew that something was fighting with him for the chair even though he couldn't see who it was and to make the situation even more complex, his grip on Mike's throat was the only thing keeping him pinned against the wall.
Yet it couldn't let him use the shotgun, something would have to go.
With an instant, he threw the chair away, which resulted in Freddy being flung across the room, luckily Toy Freddy caught him…as well as getting the chair thrown in his face with a deafening smack.
And yes, that did hurt a lot.
Meanwhile possessed Goldie now with his left hand now free grabbed hold of Mike's right hand and pinned it against the wall.
At the same time, he took his right hand off Mike's throat and used it to grab hold of his left, the one holding the gun and tighten his grip on his wrist.
Doing so meant that Mike couldn't use the shotgun, possessed Goldie only continued to tighten his grip on his wrist, it became so tight that his hand started to go pale white and in the end Mike was forced to let go of the shotgun. Bonnie moved to retrieve the shotgun off the floor so she could have a go at killing possessed Goldie, only for him to stamp on it with his foot, trapping it there so no one could pick it up.
Pushing Mike even further against the wall, possessed Goldie leaned in, breaking into Mike's personal space.
His white dots for eyes shone with an inner rage that was unparalleled.
"Do you remember me, Mike Schmidt, I almost caught you on your fourth night, do you want to try it again?"
His voice…it was childlike, sounding nothing like Goldie, yet it clearly contained a mocking tone.
"Mike, he isn't real, he's just a physical manifestation of your fear of us going rogue again," Bonnie remarked, trying to get the shotgun out from under possessed Goldie's feet.
"I know that Bonnie, he's just my fear of you lot attacking me again, yet he's still here trying to kill me!" Mike replied, clearly not enjoying the situation as possessed Goldie smiled at him.
"It's me!" it sneered, as Mike desperately struggled to break free.
"Bonnie, just shoot the fucker, he's giving me the evil look!" he yelled in frustration as possessed Goldie's hands were like an iron chain that seemed unbreakable.
"I'm trying, but I can't get the gun, he's standing on it!" Bonnie shouted back, trying her best to pry the shotgun loose.
Then the real Goldie appeared, holding a chair, having teleported behind his possessed counterpart.
He smiled, he knew immediately what to do.
He swiftly smacked possessed Goldie in the back of the head, the impact didn't move him, but it did stun him momentarily.
Quickly Goldie teleported to the other side of his possessed counterpart and hit him again, this time in the side.
Possessed Goldie reacted by reaching out with one of his hands to grab the chair, yet Goldie teleported away to avoid his reach. He reappeared on the other side and proceeded to repeat the pattern, bashing the chair against the leg of his possessed counterpart. Possessed Goldie growled in rage, he was being attacked, yet he didn't know by who or where it was coming from and it annoyed the hell out of him.
Yet Goldie didn't stop and continued to press his attack forward, resulting in possessed Goldie becoming even more enraged.
"WHERE ARE YOU!" he screamed, turning to face his attacker only to see a chair in mid-air which kept on disappearing.
When Goldie smacked him in the back of the head again, possessed Goldie reacted with the speed of lighting, turning round and grabbing the chair with his hand.
"There you are!" he hissed, there was no hiding the sadistic pleasure in his voice.
A look of fear crossed Goldie's face.
However, Mike took the opportunity with equal vigour, now that he was mostly free of possessed Goldie's grasp.
He sharply kicked possessed Goldie in the back of his left leg and then smacked him in the back with his free fist, making the man monetarily stumble forward.
In the immediate confusion, Mike fully broke free of possessed Goldie's grip.
His stance was weakened enough for Bonnie to pry the shotgun out from under his feet.
"MIKE, GRAB IT!" she yelled, throwing it up towards him, he quickly seized hold of it.
Possessed Goldie quickly sensed what was about to happen as he felt the shotgun being moved from under his foot.
He turned around with his fists at the ready, only to be greet with a shotgun barrel being pressed right against his face and an angry looking Mike staring him down from the other end.
"IT'S ME!" he shouted and pulled the trigger.
Possessed Goldie's eyes widen within the split second of life he had left before his entire head was blown clean off with an almighty spray of blood, gore and bone.
The now headless corpse stumbled backwards from the impact for a few seconds, kind of like the way a chicken wanders around the farmyard after having its head cut off. However as expected, it finally fell backwards and landed on the floor, resulting in a large pool of blood spreading out across the polished marble.
That just left Mike, Bonnie and Goldie all covered from to head to toe in blood and gore.
Mike was not that bothered, after nearly being killed by a possessed version of his friend, he now lacked the capability to be shocked anymore. Goldie was just stunned, technically he was covered in his own blood and innards, it was something you had to see with your own eyes to fully understand.
Then again, he had lived through stranger days.
Bonnie of course delivered a more typical reaction to the situation.
"AAAGH, WHAT THE HELL, GET IT OFF ME, I HATE THIS!" she screamed, trying desperately to wipe the blood and entrails off.
It was just one big mess.
Mike however decided to release some pent-up rage by repeatedly firing at the body and kicking it harshly, his anger becoming ever more apparent with each kick.
"FUCK YOU, YOU SMUG MURDEROUS BASATARD!" He yelled.
He continued to fire shotgun rounds into it, effectively breaking the body up into pieces.
"THIS IS FOR MAKING MY JOB MISERABLE!"
"You don't have a thing against me, do you?" Goldie asked, looking concerned by Mike's treatment of what otherwise was his body.
Mike looked up to meet his gaze.
"No, just this guy, you and I are on good terms, so don't worry, it's just when you go all possessed that I get a little edgy."
Still he continued to kick at the motionless corpse.
"And yes, Goldie as I told you back in 1993 or 1994, I accept your apology for your behaviour, it's all water under the bridge."
Goldie however wasn't fully convinced, given Mike's clear enjoyment in defiling the corpse of his possessed self.
"Are you sure, you still seem to hold some anger towards me?" he asked cautiously.
Mike merely replied in an amused tone with.
"Well…maybe a little."
He then shot at possessed Goldie's private parts, blowing them right off.
"OK THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!" Goldie screamed, now clearly enraged at Mike's action.
"Relax, what's he going to use them for anyway?" he asked plainly, ignoring the 'I'll kill you right now' expression he was getting from Goldie.
Bonnie meanwhile was still trying to get all the blood and gore off, clearly not loving the sensation.
"This is so disgusting and horrible," she moaned, attempting to shake it all off.
"Is it over?" a voice called.
All three turned to see the others on the far side of the room, it was Balloon Boy who had asked.
Goldie waved his hand at them, signalling that it was ok to come forward.
"Yeah, we are fine, the other me is dead," he said as they approached.
"How dead?" Toy Chica asked, concerned that Goldie appeared to be completely covered in blood.
"Try having your head shot off," Goldie replied with a victorious smile.
"That's pretty much dead for me," Freddy commented, rubbing his face, which still hurt after being slammed into the wall only minutes earlier. As expected, the headless body of possessed Goldie started to fade away along with all the blood and gore that was spread across the floor as well as what covered Mike, Bonnie and the real Goldie.
"Well I am glad that it's all over," Foxy muttered, sighing immensely.
He then gestured to the fading body of possessed Goldie and where the body of possessed Mangle was.
"With them being dead and all."
"Yeah, so with our fears conquered do we return to the real world now?" Mike asked, cradling his shotgun in his hands.
Goldie nodded in confirmation of Mike's words.
"Yes, we will return to the real world and iron out our plans for when we take on the Nightmares this afternoon, I guess everyone would like to recap first beforehand?" he asked, looking around.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I do have a few questions about the operation?" Toy Freddy remarked calmly.
"Well, we have the time to ponder on such things," Jeremy muttered cautiously, casting a glance back at where possessed Mangle lay dead.
As expected she wasn't there anymore having faded away.
His eyes narrowed as he scanned the scene.
Wait…what was that…red….something red….blood.
There was a small pool of blood where he last saw her, but she wasn't there.
Quickly all five of his senses came online as panic quickly took hold of his mind.
"Jeremy?" said a voice as a hand tapped his shoulder.
In his fear fuelled mental state, Jeremy spun round and pointed the sten gun at the intruder with his finger on the trigger. It was Mangle, shocked beyond anything else to see Jeremy pointing a gun at her face, her yellow eyes widened in fear and surprise with the colour in her face going white to match that of her hair.
Everyone looked shocked, unable to believe what they were seeing with their own eyes.
Luckily for both their sakes, Jeremy restrained himself from going any further.
His fear subsided and he slowly lowered the gun away from her face.
"Sorry Mangle," he mumbled.
"Didn't mean to scare you."
He reached over and placed his free hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"False alarm."
Something shifted on the edge of his field of vision.
Quickly he jerked his head upwards at the ceiling.
And there she was…possessed Mangle, clearly wounded and still bleeding, but on the verge of pouncing.
She barred her teeth at him and then leapt, suddenly everything slowed down, going into slow motion. There it was with possessed Mangle leaping down at Jeremy, who brought his gun up with the real Mangle just looking confused at what Jeremy was doing. She saw the direction of his eyes and turned around to see what it was that had caught his attention. Her yellow eyes widen in fear as they locked contact with blazing white dots of her possessed counterpart.
She looked horrifying, with all the blood adding to her monstrous, ghostly appearance, now Mangle could finally see why Jeremy had been afraid of her for so long.
The words of her inner fears came rushing back to haunt her.
"What's done cannot be undone Mangle, you of all people know that."
"This your legacy."
"You cannot be forgiven, and nor do you believe that you deserve it in the first place."
They were right, she was a monster.
Mangle opened her mouth to scream as her possessed counterpart drew nearer, everyone else was too shocked to do anything as the unfolding scene neared its climax.
Suddenly there was several loud shots, ringing out across the room, destroying the silence.
Right before Mangle's very eyes, possessed Mangle appeared to twitch like she had a seizure as several red holes materialised across her chest.
Possessed Mangle let out a shriek of pain as the bullets ripped through her body.
Suddenly everything appeared to drop out of slow motion, as possessed Mangle still screaming mind you, passed straight through the real Mangle like a ghost before hitting the floor at Jeremy's feet.
Mangle slowly turned around to see Jeremy towering over the now critically wounded possessed Mangle, whose breathing was noticeably rasp and inconsistent. With a cold, frustrated look in his eyes, Jeremy slowly pointed the barrel of the gun downwards at his attacker, putting the laser sight right between her eyes, those cold yet anger filled eyes.
"Playtime's over."
He then pulled the trigger, putting a bullet in her head and ending his fears once and for all, with the shot ringing out everywhere at once.
With his foot, he pushed the body away and looked up at Mangle.
She appeared to be quite shell-shocked, after having her possessed counterpart fall right through her. She then started to run her hands across her hair as images of what just happened raced through her mind.
"I don't hate you Mangle, not anymore, that was decades ago, and I know you are no threat to me," Jeremy began softly, dropping his weapon to the floor.
"However, when the ghost children take hold as they did recently."
He gestured towards the now lifeless corpse of possessed Mangle, lying motionless nearby.
"Especially when their angry and vengeful, then I can't help but fear the worst."
There was a slight pause before Mangle nodded.
"I understand completely, Jeremy, obviously, the rest of us and the children need to sit down and talk things out again," she replied, although her tone was low, it was as if she was ashamed of allowing herself to end up in such a mood.
Yet Jeremy's reconciliation did little to lessen her sense of guilt and worthlessness.
With the body of possessed Mangle now starting to fade away, Jeremy turned to meet the others.
"Now, we can leave, there's only so much of the past that I can relive before it gives me nightmares," he stated, normally he would be joking, expect this time he wasn't, his tone was cold, clearly, he had enough of the dream world.
Goldie nodded, he was also eager to return to the real world, looking at everyone else, he reasoned that they could all do with a break.
"Ok, I think I got this, everyone think of the desire to wake up, if you think about it for long enough, your brain will realise that its asleep and start the wake-up process," he ordered, clasping his hands together. Everyone closed their eyes and allowed their minds to conjure up the desire to become awake, focusing all their mental attention on the subject.
Slowly the pizzeria began to fade away, the office, dining room and stage all vanished to be replaced with an empty world of bright whiteness.
And then, one by one, they all faded away into nothingness as if they never existed in the first place and with the last one gone, the entire dream world turned grey and then finally to black like the night sky.
It was time for phase two, to meet the Nightmares. . .
I've glad to have made it this far into the story because starting with Chapter 46, we can begin to move into the really 'good stuff' that I've wanted to post for a long time now! ;-)
Happy New Year everyone, let's hope that 2020 is a great year for FNAF, I heard that the film might be coming out around 2021, although that's a rumour.
A huge thank you to those who have followed, favourited, reviewed or read for this year. :-)
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