(In Molten Freddy's voice) "OHHH, WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE!"
Well, it has certainly been a while to say the least, also happy Halloween!
Now that we have been getting teasers for Security Breach and the recent Playstation trailer, the long wait is almost over!
The trailer was awesome, it offer so much, free roam, office puzzles, hiding inside Glamrock Freddy, stealth mechanics, the return of Music Man and a ton of mystery!
It certainly feels like the beginning of a new chapter for Five Nights at Freddy's!
Moondrop and Sunbeam are one in the same which I did suspect, but Music Man's return blew me away and I am suspicious that Vanessa and Vanny are the same person; and that Glamrock Freddy may get hacked towards the end, but we'll find out eventually. Steel Wool have prepared an absolute treat of a game for us to enjoy and I can't wait to dive on in come December the 16th!
"Are you having fun yet?" – Yes Vanny, we most certainly are, did anyone notice in the last teaser what looked like a VR headset beneath her face mask in her eyeholes with the way that the lighting was being reflected?
The Fazbear Frights are nearly at an end, (sadly), I have read the Puppet Craver and Friendly Face. I won't spoil too much for those of you haven't read books 9 and 10 yet, but I will say that Fazbear goo makes a return (I have mixed feelings about it being used an organic vehicle of emotions in the FNAF universe), although it nice to have a 'happy' ending, depending on how you interpret the ending for Puppet Craver. Jump for Tickets was predictable in how it would end, although it certainly wasn't a nice way to die, but it was still good, even though these books can only have ONE good ending. Pizza Kit landed well in terms of psychological horror with the twist at the end. . .getting the wrong idea can carry heavy conquences.
Friendly Face was unapologetically tragic, although it didn't have much in terms of horror factor. . .in my opinion, but worked well as a case of sheer misfortune, although I felt it carry similar vibes to Fetch. Sea Bonnies was another case of coming into contact with parasites and we all know how that ends in the world of FNAF. It's ending was predictable, even though the main character did nothing to deserve it. Together Forever was the best story, (despite the poor characterisation), with its horror factor and the use of a certain locking mechanism.
The epilogues however are the best part of the stories and while number 9 lays further evidence regarding the use of time travel via the ball pit and the stitchwraith's interaction with 'Renelle'; it is number 10 that brings everything together, all of the groundwork that has been laid down throughout the previous books pays off with a cliff-hanger ending. . .if you've read it already then you what I am referring to, I won't spoil it, but it is worth having to read all 10 books so far to reach it. It does confirm a theory of mine that the Fazbear Frights are being used by Scott to explore a different timeline without overloading the main story that is being told through the games, a FNAF what if. I bet that the epilogue for book 11 will end on a cliff-hanger, unless they have decided to wrap the whole story up by its end.
Even though it isn't canon I wouldn't be at all surpised if there are pieces of lore in book 12 (Felix the Shark) sneaked in, as in the nature of this franchise to have lore included everywhere, be it small or large.
It has also been rumoured that we will be getting another book series (Tales from the Pizza Plex) next year, so there is plenty more FNAF incoming.
A huge thank you to springy6z, Fazproductions Fanfiction and ripon327 for deciding to follow and put this story down as a favouritive of theirs, it means a lot.
Here is chapter 60 and once more happy Halloween!
Apologies for any lingering grammar mistakes.
Chapter 60.
On a Knife's Edge.
"Are you having fun yet?"
Vanny from Security Breach Teaser #4 – 19th October 2021
The incoming blow from Freddy's morning star was blocked by Lefty's microphone, resulting in a sharp metallic sound ringing out.
Freddy brought up his pistol and swiftly fired three round bullets into Lefty's chest area, with bullet holes peppering his skin, but it didn't seem to deter him.
However, Lefty couldn't retaliate with his right hand, so he was defenceless in that manner, why didn't he take that dam sword out when he had the chance?
Grunting in frustration, he retracted his left hand, the one with the microphone and tried to batter Freddy away, to buy himself some time to free his right arm. The blow knocked Freddy back just enough to allow Lefty to grab the sword, but trying to tug it out was another challenge, one that Lefty only realised when he gripped the sword itself.
Evidently Goldie had plunged it in deep, it had jammed the inner mechanisms that allowed his right arm to function properly. Lefty pulled hard on the sword handle, it was enough to make it move a few inches, all the while he was eyeing Freddy who glared back at Lefty with a determined expression. He was dead set on destroying him and he wasn't going to give Lefty any chance to recover.
Swinging his left arm Freddy brought up his morning star and smacked Lefty right in the face, the force of the blow travelled straight through him, with bits of black plastic material flying everywhere, exposing the endoskeleton workings underneath.
"Come out and face me Nightmare Freddy!" Freddy mentally seethed.
He smacked Lefty again, harder this time, breaking off even more of the animatronic's face.
"Quiet hiding behind a mask and show yourself God dammit!" Freddy yelled angrily.
Lefty only continued to steadily pull the sword out of his right arm, undeterred.
Suddenly, his chest sprang opened on its hinges and his inner mechanical claw burst out of its holdings.
Freddy was far too close to jump away in time and the mechanical claw swiftly grabbed hold of him around the waist, it immediately tightened its grip. Lefty grinned devilish and Freddy could see through the gaps in Lefty's body the various face joints working in unison like the muscles of the human body. The exposure of such parts kind of broken the façade of normality that Lefty's human facial features presented.
"This world is a playground for me. . ." Lefty began, speaking firmly, locking eyes with Freddy.
"And I am not letting you usurp it from me,"
Immediately, Freddy felt waves of excruciating pain hit him as lighting crackled across his form.
He screamed in agony, he couldn't help it's the horrific sensation rippled throughout his body and it didn't seem to end.
Lefty gave his tortured foe a satisfied smile, as he focused his lighting attack against Freddy, it felt nice to knock the Fazbear back down a peg or two.
With Freddy distracted, he grabbed the sword handle tightly and resumed to pull it out, once done he would have a useful weapon at his side.
However, he had forgotten to account for a particular crucial factor, or rather a person.
Bonnie. . .
Coming in from the left side Bonnie attacked with a taser, pushing a thousand worth of bolts into Lefty's side.
She also possessed a shotgun, perfect for close encounters and she was going to use it as often as she could.
Lefty yelled in pain, feeling his whole form being racked with electricity, as it caused his mechanical joints and gears to seize up. The dreadful sensation also made several of his wires to short fuse, frying some of his inner electronics. Amidst Lefty's own screams were that of his three Freddy Heads, shrieking in a high pitch squeal.
It was quite a sight to see with both Freddy and Lefty screaming out in agony, as both were bathed in electricity and technically Bonnie's attack just made Freddy's torment worse, adding more agonising electricity to the mix.
Yet Lefty didn't intend to go down easy and instinctively preformed a full 90 degree swing with his upper body, turning to face Bonnie and in doing so dragged Freddy along with him. The end result was Freddy colliding with Bonnie, before the latter could even fire her shotgun at Lefty as she had intended.
Bonnie was knocked aside, quickly withdrawing her taser and instantly the electricity attack on Lefty ended, as did the one on Freddy. Bonnie staggered, using her shotgun for support to lean on, yet Lefty wasn't done with her just yet.
He clicked his fingers twice in quick succession and immediately two of his Freddy Heads darted out of his open chest, flying through the air towards Bonnie. They quickly attached themselves to her, with the Freddy Heads' sharp teeth digging in Bonnie's right shoulder and left arm, before proceeding to wrap their snakelike bodies around each part, hissing aggressively.
Lefty then dropped Freddy with his mechanical claw, the latter stumbled before regaining his footing. His whole body ached, given the level of punishment which had just been inflicted on it, but Freddy was prepared for the next round, looking very resolute.
"Are you ready for Freddy?" he whispered vengefully under his breath, he wasn't going to let Lefty get the chance to recover.
Yet just as Freddy was about to leap forward, Lefty gripped hold of the sword that had been plunged into his right arm and pulled the remainder of it out completely.
Immediately his right arm became usable again, now using it as his new sword arm.
"Impressive, you two are quick leaners, but I am still the master here," Lefty remarked in a matter of fact tone.
"Remember that."
Within the bowels of Lefty, Nightmare Freddy remembered the words he had spoken to both Goldie and Foxy when they had arrived to rescue Chica from his torments.
"I am very powerful, especially in dreams as my name suggests, for starters I can make it rain."
"I can take us into space."
"Or if you like and this is my specialty, I can take you to the depths of your terror, make your fears real and have them kill you. . .and not in a nice way."
It was time he lived up to those words and he did.
Suddenly, with his sword arm, he pointed at the floor beneath Bonnie, the latter was too distracted by her two Freddy Heads attackers to notice. She though when the floor immediately opened up beneath her, half of her fell through, dropping her taser and shotgun as she instinctively gripped the sides of the hole.
Looking straight below her, there was nothing but blackness, a bottomless pit of utter nothingness.
"BONNIE!" Freddy yelled in fear, but he turned it into rage and immediately leapt at Lefty, swinging his morning star wide for a devastating blow.
As he did, Freddy raised his pistol hand towards the overhanging light struts, in particular at the one that was stationed directly above Lefty. It started to wobble from its metallic holdings, but with immense mental strength powered by fury Freddy brought the overhanging light strut down on Lefty, it seemed to tear itself free as it plummeted down to the floor.
Lefty's sole yellow eye looked up to see what appeared to be the harbinger of doom falling down upon him, but he didn't seem to be worried.
In fact, he looked impressed, quickly looking back at Freddy with a pleased smile.
Then, suddenly he vanished, only to then reappear right before Freddy in a near instant.
SMACK!
With his microphone hand, Lefty punched Freddy in the chest, and he brought his sword down, aiming to sever Freddy's neck, but the latter was able to parley the incoming blow with his morning star.
"Since when could Nightmare Freddy teleport?" Freddy mentally asked himself.
"Oh wait, this is a lucid dream. . .of course he has that ability."
He'll do well to remember it though.
Soon the two combatants fell into a bitter duel, each one trying to slash away at the other with neither giving ground. Freddy's blue eyes burned with a ferocious anger, as they locked with Lefty's sole yellow eye that glowed with a boiling rage, each determined to destroy one another.
Meanwhile Bonnie was desperately trying to dig herself out of the hole that she had fallen into, whilst enduring her two Freddy Head attackers.
One of the pair was viciously sinking its teeth into Bonnie's right arm, as she tried to pull herself back through the hole. Meanwhile, the second Freddy Head was actively trying to slash away at Bonnie's throat with its sharp tail end like it was a knife. It snarled aggressively, glaring at Bonnie with its dark red eyes, keeping her constantly on guard. She trying to knock the Freddy Head away like one would do a fly, but it always seemed able to evade her hand, slithering back and forth, before resuming its attack.
Although Bonnie was down, she definitively wasn't out.
Using her lucid dreaming capabilities, she reached out with her left hand and suddenly the Freddy Head attacking her from the left became encased in a block ice, immediately paralysing it in midmotion.
Its snarled expression was frozen as it gazed back at her with dark red eyes that burned with vengeance, they twitched ever so slightly.
Turning to the other Freddy Head, Bonnie had a different idea in mind, she raised her left hand, towards the overhanging light struts.
Above the pair, several of the light struts became to shake, quickly loosening from their holdings.
However, the lone Freddy Head seemed to notice the fate of its brethren, as well as notice what Bonnie was trying to achieve by bringing down the lighting struts on it.
It wouldn't accept a similar fate to its companion, being trapped and crushed.
Immediately, it ceased its attack, snarled and then launched itself straight at Bonnie, aiming for her throat, although it wasn't aiming to severely bite her. Instead, it latched itself onto her, wrapping it thin, skeletal body around her throat and instantly tightening, creating a stranglehold.
Bonnie gasped in her shock and instinctively grabbed the Freddy Head, feeling its rough and slivery skin. She wanted to pry it off before it could cut her airways off completely, but it was giving her everything it got.
The Freddy Head gave out a satisfied hiss, as though it was enjoying the act of strangling Bonnie as it constantly squeezed the air out of her lungs.
"G. . .e. . .t o. . .f. . .f!" Bonnie croaked in restrained anger, tugging at the Freddy Head, trying to desperately loosened its grip. If she could only use both hands, but one was needed to keep her hold on the edge of the hole that she was dangling through.
True, if she let go, then she would take the Freddy Head with her, but then what, what lay in the darkness below, would she die if she fell through?
She didn't want to know and the others needed her, above all Freddy needed her.
From the corner of her eyes, she could see Freddy battling Lefty with a resolute determination to tear the animatronic apart and expose Nightmare Freddy to the conquences that he more than deserved to suffer.
"I. . .wo. . .n't. . .d. . .ie!" Bonnie mentally vowed and immediately she took a new course of action.
Grabbing hold of the Freddy Head's loose tail which was flapping around wildly with her free hand, she brought it up to her mouth and bit down. . .hard.
Instantly, the Freddy Head squealed a high pitch wail, clearly in pain and it instinctively loosen its grip on Bonnie's throat, literally giving her sufficient breathing room.
Even with the newly gained respite, Bonnie knew that her options were limited, she could either try to push the Freddy Head off by trying to control its movements very much like one moving objects with their mind. . .or. . .
Then she saw her taser only a few meters away from the hole, just within reach, she could grab that.
Crack.
Snap.
Creak.
The new sounds made her look to her left and she saw to her horror that the ice block which contained the trapped the frozen Freddy Head was starting to break, it was wiggling free!
Instantly, she decided to go with the taser, as she knew it actually worked as compared to trying out telekinesis for the first time. She gripped onto the side of the hole and reached out of the taser with her free hand, unfortunately it gave her Freddy Head attacker a freehand to continue straggling her.
It renewed its attack with a vigour born of desperation as though it could sense what she was trying to do, constraining her airways as a means to pull her back and keeping the taser out of her reach.
Yet Bonnie fought back, crawling forward as she tried to reach out and grab her taser with one hand.
All the while the ice block prison of the frozen Freddy Head continued to crumble, soon its prisoner would be free.
Crack.
Snap.
Creak.
"Come on!" Bonnie mentally screamed, her fingertips just barely touched the taser's handle.
"Just a little bit more please!"
Her Freddy Head attacker continued, tightening its grip, the ever increasing lack of oxygen was starting to take its toll, with a light headed feeling washing over Bonnie's mind, yet she kept on fighting.
She had to win. . .for everyone's sake.
Her fingers kept on gazing the taser's handle, but it wasn't enough to grab a firm hold of it.
"Come on. . .please!" she mentally begged, it was like desperately grasping for straws.
"Just. . .give. . .me. . .some. . .good. . .fortunate. . .for. . .once!"
With the remaining ounce of strength, she stretched forth, whilst feeling the light headedness reach a fever pitch.
However, it was just enough to firmly grip the taser.
CRACK!
The ice block imprisoning the other Freddy Head burst, immediately fragmenting as its prisoner broke free.
Instantly, it leapt at Bonne with a vengeance, its mouth was open wide, showing many tiny razor-sharp teeth.
Fighting back against the light headedness, Bonnie swiftly brought the taser against her Freddy Head attacker, the one that was straggling her. There was a brief blue flash of electricity as the taser zapped the Freddy Head and Bonnie made sure to push the taser in deep to maximise the pain.
Needless to say, the Freddy Head screamed, emitting a high pitch squeal as it instinctively uncoiled itself rapidly from around Bonnie's neck and leapt off.
Yet no sooner had it departed, the second Freddy Head impacted right into her, landing on her face and immediately sinking its ear into one of her bunny ears. Bonnie couldn't stop herself from crying out in pain, feeling blood trickle down her ear, but the pain was quickly replaced by anger.
She quickly dropped the taser and reached up, grabbing hold of the Freddy Head's scaly body, it felt disgusting to touch. Once her grip was firm, she proceeded to tear it right off her, not caring how much agony she felt as the Freddy Head had dug its teeth in deep.
Yet, she succeeded in getting it off, but suddenly the Freddy Head twisted its body round and bite deep into her hand, the one she was using to grip the side of the hole that she was in. The act once more made Bonnie yell in pain, feeling her attacker dig into the bone.
In the Freddy Head's dark red eyes, she could see it smile, enjoying the misery it was inflicting.
Such a soulless creature, it only existed to enjoy the throes of sadism.
In a furry of rage, Bonnie grabbed the taser with her free hand and brought it against, the Freddy Head, pressing the end of the taser hard against the Freddy Head's body. Just like its counterpart, the Freddy Head screamed in pain, not enjoying having the tables turned and it swiftly let go, quickly slithering off for safety.
Immediately, Bonnie pulled herself out of the hole and scrambled to her feet.
She quickly picked up her shotgun that was laying nearby and turned to face her attackers with renewed vigour. She found herself to be breathing rather heavily with a creeping sense of exhaustion as the adrenaline began to slowly subside, she felt the throbbing pain from her ear, hand and throat grow more noticeable with each passing second.
In the very back of her mind, she wondered if there was any difference between the time inside a dream and that of outside, but she troubled herself not with such trivial matters.
She glared hard at the two Freddy Heads, who had now regrouped, staring back at her from a fair distance, snarling like attack dogs, showing their blood-stained teeth and their dark red eyes burned with a strong desire for vengeance.
"Come on then!" Bonnie yelled angrily, giving off a very enraged expression that masked her exhaustion, as she tightly gripped her weapons.
"Is that all you got, you're useless without your master to back you up!"
The Freddy Heads just continued to snarl, neither taking the decision to attack. Clearly when she wasn't handicap by nearly falling through the floor, Bonnie held the upper hand.
"If you aren't willing to come to me, then I guess I'll have to make the first move," she mentally muttered.
"Either way, it's your guys' funeral."
She then leapt forward, towards the pair.
"And it won't be an open casket, when I am finished with you two!"
A series of knives came round, almost slashing into Foxy's left side had he not jumped out of the way a second earlier.
Funtime Chica was on the attack, constantly harrying him ever backwards, keeping up the pressure so he couldn't take a moment to lucid dream something up that could help him.
The bloodlust expression in the animatronic's purple eyes seemed to radiate outwards, solely aimed at Foxy and she wouldn't give up until she had him 'skinned alive' as she put it earlier.
Yet Foxy kept on dogging her rope knives, be they curved or straight as they struck him from all angels. Metal crashed against the smooth tile floor as Funtime Chica continued to advance ever forward, seeming to push Foxy back towards a series of filtration vents that were situated on the room's right side, alongside a well recreated version of Pirate's Cove.
"Dammit lassie, can't you give me just a moment to whip up a sledgehammer that I can smash you to pieces with!" Foxy mentally growled, dogging another set of whip knives as he now called them, they just narrowly missed his head as he ducked.
Despite her skill with using knives, creating a hazard that Foxy would need to constantly doge in order to reach her, Funtime Chica wasn't invincible as evident by the gashes that decolorated her otherwise smooth frame.
"One moment is all I need, maybe two just to be certain," Foxy thought, knowing that he was getting close to the vents and Pirate's Cove. Judging by the cold but satisfied grin on Funtime Chica's face, she was intending to corner him, using her knives to block off his flanks and thus keep him pinned.
Foxy couldn't fight when boxed in, he needed to push her back and fast. He had to get creative, something that she wouldn't see coming, taking her completely by surprise.
"A pirate can run forever when on the high seas, but you don't have such luxury," Funtime Chica remarked playfully, but her tone held a great deal of sadism.
"Let's play skin the fox from head to toe, granted N-Chica had the idea first, but why don't I have a go?" she wondered aloud, as her knives began to approach Foxy from both his left and right, moving through the surrounding air and trapping him against the vents.
"As long as you don't move Foxy, it'll be painless. . .mostly."
As Foxy gazed at the various knives that approached him like circling vultures descending on a fresh corpse, an idea came to him from in the far reaches of his mind.
It was brilliant, no, it was perfect.
Focusing on the image in his mind, making it strong and more realistic, he reached out with his hand and brought it into being.
Suddenly, a great number of metal chains sprang up out of the floor and wrapped themselves around every single whip knife.
No sooner had that happened, the chains locked themselves shut, effectively trapping the knives where they were, making them useless to Funtime Chica.
And creating the ideal opening for Foxy to exploit.
He grinned, fully pleased with how the tables had been turned.
"What the, how?" Funtime Chica asked, sounding utterly bewildered by the act as she mentally tugged on her whip knives but they refused to answer her for Foxy's mental grip on the chains were strong.
"It's time for you to walk the plank lassie," Foxy remarked assumingly, before taking off at great speed.
The ever-increasing sound of his footsteps only made Funtime Chica's eyes widen with fear, as she now desperately pulled on her whip knives trying to break them free of the chains that imprisoned them.
She knew that she was in great danger, for it was never fun when you were on the receiving end. Foxy was only getting closer and closer, the smile on his face faded away to be replaced by sheer determination.
His intention was beyond clear to Funtime Chica, or rather the Nightmare was possessing her.
With his non hook hand Foxy created a small fire ball, but it was one which steadily grew in size.
The larger it got and the close he became, the more scared Funtime Chica appeared, she couldn't hide it.
"Fire destroys just about everything," Foxy mentally commented, as he borne down on the helpless animatronic.
Funtime Chica continually tried to pull against the chain that held her whip knives captive, but she couldn't break them free, she was completely exposed to Foxy's attack.
With his fireball having grown to a size that matched his expectations Foxy threw it at her with full force. The human sized fireball rushed through the air, quickly closing the distance.
Instinctively Funtime Chica threw up a stone wall to block it, until then she wasn't quite sure if Foxy was going to either throw the fireball or physically slam it against her given the speed he was running at. Once the former became clear she erected the wall, but it only half worked, for she wasn't quick enough, as the remaining half of the fireball flew over the rising wall.
There was no time to do anything else, the fireball was too quick and it slammed right into Funtime Chica's chest.
She was immediately enveloped in flames; the glow was momentarily so bright that the animatronic disappeared from Foxy's view.
Immediately, her whip knives disappeared, fading into thin air and leaving Foxy's chains holding onto nothing.
"Good riddance to you wretched lassie," Foxy muttered to himself, watching as the flames burned and crackled.
Suddenly, something flew out of the flames, so fast that Foxy couldn't react in time, it hit straight in the chest and he immediately felt a stinging sensation rippled across his chest, feeling a liquid fall across his skin and he knew it to be blood.
The 'something' in question was a whip knife circling through the air. Foxy eyed it cautiously as he fell back against the wall, resting against it as he clutched his chest.
"I cannot b. . .e be killed t. . .h. . .a. . .t that easily 'F. . .o. . .x' 'Fox'," Funtime Chica called out, with her voice glitching and breaking at certain parts, but her tone was undeniable.
It held a lot of rage, there was no fake sweetness in her tone, no false naivety either, just a malicious anger.
As the flames began to die down, she stepped out of the burning carnage, she no longer looked the same. Her glossy plastic white and pink looked melted and bent, deforming her greatly. She walked with parts of her bodily frame still solidifying whilst she stepped forward. Not even her cupcake companion appeared to have escaped damage, as it looked semi melted and blacken.
"It'll t. . .a. . .k. . .e take a lot m. . .o. . .r. . .e more than to t. . .r. . .u. . .l. . .y truly kill me F. . .o. . .x. . .y Foxy, but it w. . .a. . .s was a nice try I h. . .a. . .v. . .e have to admit," she said, almost sounding proud for having survived.
"Well, at least looks like your outside now matches your inside," Foxy remarked coldly, pointing his hook hand aggressively at her.
"It actually suits you for the better."
"I. . .s is that s. . .o so?" Funtime Chica questioned coldly, her voice continually glitching as she tilted her burnt and cracked head at him, yet she wasn't displaying any sense of the anger that her voice held.
"Then p. . .e. . .r. . .h. . .a. . .p. . .s perhaps you n. . .e. . .e. . .d need a new l. . .o. . .o. . .k look too, maybe s. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .n. . .i. . .n. . .g skinning you alive w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d would be too m. . .e. . .r. . .c. . .i. . .f. . .u. . .l merciful a death."
Her purple eyes which didn't see to be too damaged looked darted about, before returning to meet Foxy's gaze.
She smiled a knowing smile.
"Yet, u. . .n. . .l. . .i. . .k. . .e unlike you, at l. . .e. . .a. . .s. . .t least, I'm not a. . .l. . .o. . .n. . .e alone."
Suddenly, something leapt out from the side, landing before Foxy with a thud, it rippled through the tile floor. Foxy immediately dropped into a combative stance, ready to take this new intruder on, ignoring the pulsating pain from his chest.
The 'thing' in question was an animatronic, clearly humanoid with a roundish head and blue greyish eyes, but it didn't hold any notable aspects about its appearance.
It was just. . .blank.
Its only colour was a pale grey, although it was decorated in childish drawings that consisted of many colours. Yet when compared to all of the other colourful animatronics in this place it seemed to be an outlier.
On its chest was a name tag.
Blank. . .it seemed to be a fitting enough name given its bland appearance.
In its hands, Blank wielded two hammers, one each and given their spiky appearance they could do very serious damage.
"Y. . .o. . .u you haven't met B. . .l. . .a. . .n. . .k Blank yet have you, F. . .o. . .x. . .y Foxy?" Funtime Chica asked smoothly, despite her voice constantly glitching as she gestured to the animatronic in question.
Foxy only shook his head; his eyes were focused on Blank only and the hammers that he held.
"Well, then y. . .o. . .u you best get a. . .c. . .q. . .u. . .a. . .i. . .n. . .t. . .e. . .d acquainted then," Funtime Chica remarked, with a degree of excitement in her voice.
"Play n. . .i. . .c. . .e nice with him Blank, d. . .o. . .n't don't be too r. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h rough."
No sooner had the words left her mechanical voice box, Blank launched himself straight at Foxy; sweeping at him with one hammer from the side and bringing the other down on top of him in a pincer move and Foxy could only jump out of the way to avoid it altogether.
He immediately mentally directed his metal chains at Blank, aiming to pin him down like he had done with Funtime Chica.
Yet Blank reacted with quick speed, smacking and kicking each chain away with his hammers and legs, either knocking them back or smashing them to pieces with his hammers.
He couldn't be so easily deterred from his goal.
Swiftly, Blank charged at Foxy, but the latter threw up a stone wall and sent it hurling against Blank, yet he merely jumped over it, landing before Foxy with a sizable thud. Quickly, Blank rose both hammers and struck Foxy hard in the left arm as he used it block most of the blows. Still, the impact alone was enough to send him flying to one side, before he could stop himself.
Funtime Chica smiled a crooked smile, watching as Foxy was pushed onto the backfoot by Blank's rampage.
It at least took the pressure off her. . .for a moment.
Within the animatronic, the Nightmare possessing her, Nightmare Bonnie smiled with satisfied glee, pleased that she could now return her focus to dealing Chica.
Speaking of which. . .
Suddenly, Nightmare Bonnie sensed something behind her and she instinctively turned her animatronic vessel around to face it.
The end result was getting a hammer blow to her cupcake arm, the impact was strong enough to snap the left arm right off, sending it and the attached cupcake straight to the floor with a thud. Only a minor part of her arm was left hanging onto her left shoulder, it protruded out of her like a sore thumb with the snapped metallic joint and various coloured wire ends.
Her attacker, the one who had delivered such damage was Chica herself.
"Don't get distracted!" she hissed venomously at the Funtime animatronic, giving her a murderous look.
"No one messes with my Foxy, but me!"
Funtime Chica gave her no response, instead her battered and semi melted chest plates popped opened and out sprang several whip knives, all aimed at Chica.
The Fazbear rolled and dogged a good number of the Funtime's whip knives, as they stabbed at the tile floor with a metallic clang. A few others tried to land a hit on her, but she successfully parried them with her shield, knocking them to one side. Chica then charged forward, launching herself straight at Funtime Chica, her green eyes burned with a vengeance, she was locked onto the Funtime.
Funtime Chica narrowed her purple eyes, now looking determined to survive Chica's onslaught. Despite only having one arm she was still capable of fighting.
In the dreamworld, the physical capability of the dreamer was not their only source of strength, the mental dimension rivalled it. As Chica neared her, surrounded by the Funtime's whip knives which weaved in the air around her like a dance, Funtime Chica smiled. . .a knowing smile.
Chica felt confused, but only for a moment.
BANG!
Something slammed into her hard and suddenly she was flying through the air. . .with something having grabbed hold of her.
THUD!
Chica landed on the floor, feeling bruised and once the initial daze had passed, she quickly realised what had occurred.
The 'thing' that had grabbed her and sent her flying off course was another animatronic, a Hippo animatronic.
Mister Hippo. . .
"Oh dear, it seems that you are about to meet a most horrific end my friend," he said calmly, his face betrayed no sense of danger as he loomed over her.
"What?" Chica asked, sounding very confused, as she tried to get up, but Mister Hippo tighten his grip by effectively standing on her, bringing his full weight down on her body.
The sheer force of his body pressed down on her and Chica suddenly found herself unable to breath, she couldn't muster enough strength to throw him off her.
"Crushing you would be too cruel, so I'll spare you the prolonged agony of suffocating," Minster Hippo said reassuringly, but now his eyes held a menacing glare to them, a cruel streak.
"After all, a chicken is better cooked than strangled, it'll ruin the meat."
"What. . .what. . .the. . .hell. . .does. . .that. . .mean?" Chica asked, quickly becoming breathless, as her lungs started to scream out for fresh air, no doubt her face was starting to turn purple.
In truth, she didn't want to know the answer, but she had instinctively asked.
Minster Hippo gave her no reply, instead he opened his mouth. . .wide.
There was nothing but blackness, aside from his endoskeleton jaw. Yet soon, something else came into view, growing in strength from the very back of his mouth.
It only took Chica a second to recognise what it was, yellow, orange and red.
Fire. . .
Mister Hippo's mouth functioned as a flamethrower; he really was going to cook her alive!
"Hold still and it will all soon be over for you," he remarked in a cold manner, with his blue eyes having now narrowed, giving him an intimating look.
As the fire in his mouth got ever larger, Chica only became more and more desperate, her mind raced with a thousand ideas on how to escape as her eyes darted about aimlessly looking for a miracle.
Then she saw the overhanging lights struts and an idea immediately came to her, Chica could only hope that it was enough to save her life. She mentally reached out and grasped one of the nearby light struts ripping it free from its holdings and then she threw it in her direction, or to be more accurate she threw it at Mister Hippo.
The metal light strut smacked right into him, knocking him off Chica and as a result he misfired his flame thrower attack, sending a sizable wave of flame towards some of the Possessed Prop suits.
Immediately they ducked, or effectively hugged the tile floor and they did it with such speed that their movements seemed unnatural given the decayed state of their mechanical bodies. However, they somehow managed to dogged the flame wave that passed right over them, before eventually dispersing. Once out of dangers' way, the Possessed Prop Suits resumed standing, unflinching, not moving.
That act alone would have earned Chica's full attention, but she had other more pressing matters.
Mister Hippo hit the floor with a resounding thud, with Chica quickly rising to her feet.
Using her lucid dream powers, she quickly raised the metal light strut up and threw it at Funtime Chica. Yet the animatronic reacted fast enough to raise a sturdy stone wall out of the floor. When the light strut impacted the wall, the former did so with such force that it physically bent itself out of shape, but it did not break through.
"N. . .i. . .c. . .e nice try, Chica," Funtime Chica scoffed, despite the glitching nature of her voice.
"I am a q. . .u. . .i. . .c. . .k quick leaner."
She then broke up the stone wall and sent it flying at Chica like shrapnel, forcing the latter to drop to the floor as the wave of stones flew over her.
"Chica watch out!"
Chica looked up in the direction of the voice, recognising it to be Foxy's.
Suddenly, the shadow of a huge figure loomed over her with two objects raised above it.
Instinctively, she rolled and no sooner had she done two huge hammers slammed into the floor next to her, completely breaking the tiles. Lifting her head to see her attacker, Chica recognised them as Blank. He was glaring at her with a murderous glare as he lifted his hammers, ready to strike her again.
SLASH!
Suddenly Blank stumbled forward, grunting in annoyance, Foxy had just slashed him with his hook all the way down his back, leaving a long gash.
Blank spun round, swinging his hammers in a wide arc in an attempt to catch Foxy, but latter jumped back, expecting such a move.
Chica meanwhile scrambled to her feet.
Skirting around Blank and avoiding Mister Hippo who had by now picked himself back up off the floor; Chica rushed over to join Foxy, standing alongside him, facing their opponents together.
Funtime Chica gazed venomously at the pair with a cold look, as both Blank and Mister Hippo took up positions on the Funtime's flanks, surrounding Foxy and Chica in a semi-circle.
The only semblance of an exit were the filtration vents that lay directly behind the Fazbear pair.
Looking their situation though gave Foxy an idea, he gripped Chica's hand, preparing himself to run.
"You s…t. . .a. . .n. . .d stand together," Funtime Chica remarked smoothly.
"Well. . .that m. . .a. . .k. . .e. . .s makes it easier for m. . .e me to get rid of y. . .o. . .u you both!"
Once more she unleashed another wave of whip knives at the pair, but Foxy threw up another wall, this one consisting of bricks.
"Come on!" he yelled, pulling strongly on Chica's hand and dragging her off.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she called out, although she didn't resist.
"Lassie, there are three of them, in a less open space like those vents we can trap them or worse, plus it'll take the heat off the others," Foxy replied with a serious tone.
Chica took a quick glance at the rest of the hall, everyone seemed to be occupied with their own individual battles; Toy Freddy against a chimpanzee animatronic, Toy Bonnie was facing down Music Man, Goldie and Puppet had supposedly surrounded Vincent but Chica couldn't be sure due to all of the Possessed Prop Suits that stood in the way. Toy Chica and Balloon Boy looked torn between helping either Toy Freddy or Toy Bonnie, but Chica was too far away to intervene if she wanted to. Then at last, her eyes fell on Bonnie, who was currently beating up a pair of Freddy Heads and finally Freddy, who was going toe to toe in a vicious sword fight against Lefty. . .Nightmare Freddy.
Chica promised herself that she would make him pay for what he did to her, the trauma he had inflicted. . .her green eyes narrowed in rage.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps snapped her back to reality and Chica immediately realised that by being trapped up against the wall, neither she or Foxy would have enough room to avoid Funtime Chica and her minions without getting fatally cornered.
The filtration vents were their only escape route.
"Ok, I understand your reasoning Foxy," she said calmly, keeping up with him as they both legged it towards the largest vent opening. Funtime Chica, Mister Hippo and Blank all gave chase, with the Funtime animatronic unleashing more and more whip knives, trying to catch Chica and Foxy before they could escape.
Upon arriving at the vents, both Foxy and Chris headed right in with Chica looking back at their pursuers.
Mister Hippo opened his mouth, revealing his flamethrower and a bright orangey, yellow and red glow appeared, but he didn't get a clear field of fire.
Chica gripped both sides of the vent opening and using her lucid dream abilities she wielded it shut. When the fire from Mister Hippo's flamethrower hit the metal, it began to glow red, such was the strength of the heat.
"I get that you've blocked them off lassie, but how will they follow us?" Foxy asked curiosity.
"They cannot resist the urge to pursue us, plus the Nightmare controlling Funtime Chica clearly doesn't like the idea being beaten by us, your fire attack almost ruined her," Chica replied determinedly.
"She or he is going to want revenge."
The red glow from the heat of Mister Hippo's flamethrower attack was now starting to spread throughout the vent, forcing both Fazbears to back away from the entrance.
"Well, you're certainly right about that lassie?" Foxy remarked, resulting in Chica giving him a beaming smile.
"When have I ever been wrong?"
"Oh, I can think of several occasions," Foxy replied humorously, earning himself a strong look of disagreement from Chica, yet Foxy grabbed her hand.
"Come, let's keep luring them away from the others," he said confidently, to which Chica nodded in agreement, all look of disagreement vanishing from her face.
Together, they ran off down the vent, it was just big enough to allow for two people to move side by side if they were small enough.
Thankfully, they were.
Meanwhile outside the compressed entrance to the vent, Mister Hippo ceased his flamethrower attack, allowing the red hoy metal to cool.
Using her lucid dream powers, Funtime Chica mentally gripped the sides of the crushed vent entrance and pried it open, the cooling metal buckled and groaned as it was forced back into its proper shape.
Within Funtime Chica, Nightmare Bonnie knew that she couldn't let Foxy and Chica escape, they had to be contained here.
If they were able to escape back to the waking world, then that would throw a considerable wrench into Vincent's plans.
She had to keep them pinned for as long as possible. . .
Yet she quickly glanced back at the unfolding scene behind her, checking if her Nightmare companions had everything under control.
Judging by how things were going, it seemed that they had a fairly good grip on the situation. Lefty, aka Nightmare Freddy was fighting Freddy and two his Freddy Heads had Bonnie occupied. Meanwhile, Toy Chica and Balloon Boy looked torn between helping Toy Freddy, who was desperately battling Chester, or Toy Bonnie who was locked in a life or death struggle against the manic Music Man; however it looked as though Toy Chica and BB would soon be facing their own problems.
Yet no matter how hard she looked, Nightmare Bonnie couldn't see Rockstar Bonnie, aka Nightmare Chica, or Vincent, Goldie and Puppet for that matter. There was a wall of animatronics and Possessed Prop Suits that were blocking her view of the centre of the room.
The Possessed Prop Suits, they weren't moving, just standing and staring towards the centre of the room with a fixed expression of uncertainty, not reacting to the unfolding chaos.
"What is up with them?" Nightmare Bonnie thought observantly, hoping that they would snap out of their collective stupor and actually help.
They had promised these vengeful spirits blood, so why weren't they being quick to return the favour?
Getting revenge on the Fazbears and going home was all the former night guards could talk about.
Yet Nightmare Bonnie brushed her observation to one side, the other Nightmares had everything mostly under control, if only the night guards would snap out of it and join in the fun.
"Follow Foxy and Chica, keep them occupied for as long as possible, only kill them if you had no other option to stop them from returning," Nightmare Bonnie ordered, speaking through the broken voice box of Funtime Chica, it kept on glitching, but Blank and Mister Hippo got her point clear enough.
Quickly, all three of departed into the vent with Mister Hippo leading the way. With being in such a confined space with little to no avenue for escape, his flamethrower would be particularly devastating.
Yet both Foxy and Chica had lucid dreaming powers so Nightmare Bonnie knew to expect some surprises from them.
As the mangled and semi melted white feet of her animatronic host banged against the metal, Nightmare Bonnie narrowed her eyes and flexed her hands.
"Just because you have the ability to lucid dream, it doesn't make you a master automatically, although you are both skilful. . .to an extent," she mentally remarked coldly, finding it hard to admit to that they had proven their abilities against her, but her battered and maligned body was proof enough.
"However, I bulit this place and I know what lies at the end of this vent, it'll be a nice surprise for the two of you."
She smiled internally as she marched forward through the vent.
"In this world, anything is possible to, past, present or even thoughts of your potential future. . ."
Nightmare Chica nodded in approval, or rather her animatronic puppet Rockstar Bonnie did, at the unfolding chaos. Through the animatronic's green eyes, she watched Funtime Chica, aka Nightmare Bonnie with her two associates Mister Hippo and Blank disappear into the filtration vents, in the pursuit of Chica and Foxy.
Nightmare Freddy in his Lefty form was occupying Freddy, whilst Bonnie was being held by his Freddy Heads. As for where Nightmare Foxy was in his animatronic host, Nightmare Chica was sure that he doing well. Nightmare Foxy was usually skilled at handling things sole.
Yet, she had to hand it to the Fazbears for their creativity as well as their perseverance in standing against her and the other Nightmares on their own ideal ground of choosing.
She could admit to herself that it was a shock to see the Fazbears actually use lucid dreaming so effectively, often when used by non-Nightmares the skill it was only briefly and the realisation that one was actually dreaming often propelled the dreamer to awake shortly afterwards.
Yet in here, the Fazbears weren't waking up, instead they choose to remain and the Toys had willing entered the trap.
"They knew or largely suspected, good, they were right to be, now we just need to keep them occupied for as long as possible until Vincent could complete his part," Nightmare Chica mentally mussed, gazing about at the various encounters and fights that were ongoing across the room.
It was all so stimulating, the bright colours of all the animatronics, the flashing neon lights and the whole host of people present.
This world, be it a fake one was far more colourful and exciting than her old world in Limbo. Being trapped inside a decaying maze of a house that floated throughout the dark in which there was next to nothing to do and where the most entertaining of activities came close to sheer boredom.
Well. . .save for one activity, hunting for Thomas Afton, that almost never got old.
Cornering him, pursuing him, pinning him down and seeing the fear in his eyes, alive and bright as a burning bonfire.
It was fun, entertaining and it felt right, as though it was instinctive, like he deserved to be constantly harassed for being so weak and pathetic.
"He is just a big crybaby isn't me?"
"Yeah, it's great!"
The words crossed Nightmare Chica's mind, but they weren't her own, nor was the memory form which the words originated, but she remembered them well enough.
The sounds of two boys sneering echoed through her head.
"Let's take him to Fredbear."
"Up close and personal."
Michael Afton and David Taylor, the latter being the basis behind Nightmare Bonnie's creation.
She was the nightmare version of David Taylor and Bonnie; the Bonnie face mask that David had hid behind had been horrifically morphed by Thomas's traumatised mind into her. For Nightmare Chica it was Liam Harris who was her inspiration. The crude teeth of the facemask, its glossy yellow feathers and the excited glint in his eyes had all lead to her creation.
Indeed, she was a shadow that had become much more and the potential that lay with being fully real was getting steadily closer and closer.
At her core, she possessed rage, sadism, a need to dominate others, deceit, hatred and agony, all of which had come from Thomas; most of which were of his twisted interpretation of Liam, the reminder came from himself. . . self hatred or self loathing for being so weak in the first place.
He couldn't help it through, he was weak. . .mostly.
He was the weakest out of all the Aftons.
Pushing her thoughts to one side, Nightmare Chica gazed at the unfolding scene that lay before, whilst mentally commanding the other Rockstar animatronics to begin moving forward.
"Considering all of the pain that surrounds Tommy?" she mentally remarked, feeling a growing sense of self realisation.
"We really are his inner demons made flesh."
"Yet even with us becoming more sentient," she mentally pondered
"Our nature will never truly change. . ."
The question that lingered on her mind was, did she even want to change, if given the opportunity.
Even if though a lot of what she was felt. . .instinctive.
Nightmare Chica pushed the thought to one side as she turned the green eyes of her animatronic host towards Vincent Afton. She had seen him become surrounded by both Goldie and Puppet and she had been content to watch the scene unfold so far.
Granted, she wouldn't actually allow Vincent to be harmed, well not seriously at least.
Although she knew full well what she needed to do, should his position ever become. . .unsavable.
The safety of her Nightmare family had to come first, for all of Vincent's talents and schemes.
Further taking the whole scene in, Nightmare Chica noted the sheer wall of silence that was coming from the various Possess Prop Suits, it was most peculiar.
It really wasn't like them to be sitting out like this, not when the opportunity of a literal lifetime stood before them.
Freedom, it was all they craved in the emptiness of the void.
"How utterly strange. . ." Nightmare Chica muttered aloud and her eyes narrowed in anticipation of the hunt that awaited her.
"Why are they not attacking the Fazbears?"
She narrowed the eyes of her animatronic host in thought.
"I hope that they really aren't having second thoughts," she growled softly.
"That would be very unfortunate. . .for them."
She then smiled, seeing a ripe opportunity to make a move, particularly with both Goldie and Puppet being distracted by Vincent.
"It's time for a stellar performance by yours truly," she muttered, smiling from ear to ear, as she walked forward, passing by the rows of motionless prop suits.
"The show has only just begun. . ."
Suddenly, two pairs of rusted metallic arms shot up in front of her, blocking her advance.
The act briefly startled Nightmare Chica, but she swiftly recovered and glared at the would-be obstacles, two Possessed Prop Suits.
Whereas they had been previously staring forward with an aimless expression, now their collective gaze was fully turned on her and both of their degraded faces bore menacing scowls, as though she was an intruder.
"What do you think are you two doing?" Nightmare Chica asked in a low, but threatening tone that couldn't be mistaken for anything else.
"T. . .h. . .e. . .y a. . .r. . .e n. . .o. . .t y. . .o. . .u. . .r. . .s, b. . .u. . .t o. . .u. . .r. . .s," (They are not yours, but ours,) one of the Possessed Prop Suits answered back with a determined tone.
"A. . .l. . .l t. . .h. . .r. . .e. . .e o. . .f t. . .h. . .e. . .m," (All three of them,) the other added, with a cold tone that barely hid the implications of a threat.
"You would all do well to remember it is was my brethren and I who brought you all in out of the dark," Nightmare Chica said, the voice box of Rockstar Bonnie perfectly conveyed her soft, but menacing tone.
"Unless any of you wish to go back and suffer in silence again, I wouldn't try to obstruct me."
"Also remember, you don't have the ability to lucid dream, none of you do."
"W. . .e s. . .u. . .f. . .f. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .d t. . .h. . .e m. . .o. . .s. . .t, w. . .e g. . .e. . .t t. . .h. . .e r. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t t. . .o g. . .o f. . .i. . .r. . .s. . .t," (We suffered the most, we get the right to go first,) the first Possessed Prop Suit replied, its adamant tone hadn't wavered, regardless of the truth that Nightmare Chica's words held.
"You can't harm Vincent," she remarked, adding more insistence to her voice and gripping Rockstar Bonnie's guitar tightly, ready to use it in a wide variety of 'creative' ways.
"He's off limits and besides, he isn't really responsible for your fate."
"I am warning you."
She stared at the two Possessed Prop Suits through the narrowed and annoyed eyes of Rockstar Bonnie, but she knew that the real origins of their sudden change in attitude didn't strictly lie with them individually.
Out of the corner of her vision she spied Phone Guy, she had seen enough of him when he was talking to recognise his battered and degraded form. The various holes, blood stains, the faded brown and greyish colours that dotted his metallic and plastic skin allowed him to be identified, although to any outsider, all of the Possessed Prop Suits looked near identical.
Although Phone Guy appeared to be stationary, Nightmare Chica could observe the raging emotional storm cloud that lay underneath the rusted faceplates.
They shifted ever so slightly, like a nervous twitch.
Nightmare Chica could easily imagine what was going through Phone Guy's mind.
Rage, pain, confusion, he had been disgusted by Vincent's actions, shocked that he had murdered the son of his former best friend Henry Emily. That revelation alone had reverberated deep within him, seeming to break through the cloud of vengeful anger that hung over him and his companions.
That anger could be turned on Vincent and Nightmare Chica couldn't allow that, not if it greatly impended their ongoing strategy.
"Don't do it Phone Guy," she mentally whispered.
"Please don't make me need to destroy you, you've been so useful."
"Let Vincent go, killing him would be a waste for you when your real enemies are right in front you."
"If you try to kill him."
She flexed the hands of her animatronic puppet as she narrowed its eyes further, they became harden and full of determination.
"I'll take away your only opportunity to have your happiest day, for all of you."
"So, choose your next move wisely. . .or else."
Then Phone Guy turned in her direction, looking directly at her, like he had heard her thoughts.
"Don't. . .do it," Nightmare Chica mentally repeated, growling softly at the person in question.
Phone Guy narrowed his rusted eyebrows, now expressing his discontent with the situation. It was like he could sense Nightmare Chica's warning and was considering whether or not to dismiss it.
His degraded metallic hands steadily formed into fists and they started to shake, trembling with what Nightmare Chica could only assume was frustration or rage.
"Harm Vincent and it'll be the end for you, I promise," Nightmare Chica mentally remarked, narrowing her own eyes at Phone Guy.
"Whatever you do next, the conquences are your fault."
"So, make your move. . ."
Slowly, Phone Guy turned his frustrated gaze away from Rockstar Bonnie, aka Nightmare Chica and back towards Vincent, Puppet and Goldie.
Whatever thoughts were rushing through his head, Nightmare Chica knew that he was on the brink of making a momentous decision. She kept her gaze fixed on Phone Guy and him alone, she ignored the sounds of everything else, less they distract her.
This tension like that of a thunderstorm needed to break and it would do so very soon.
Then Phone Guy took a step forward, towards the small gathering of Vincent, Puppet and Goldie.
For a moment he paused, probably considering if he should continue down whatever path was tempting him.
Briefly, he glanced back at Nightmare Chica in her animatronic puppet; his expression was now only one of clear determination. All the signs of rage and indecision had gone, his mind was set on the path that he had chosen to go down.
Then he returned to look back at the group again and now he fully committed himself.
He had made his choice, as had his comrades. . .and there was no turning back from it.
Well, it is pretty much game set and match now!
As I have said at the start, this was part of a much bigger chapter, but due to size constraints I decided to split it in half.
This one was mostly action as you can tell and you may see it as being a filler chapter of sorts, but it is needed so the rest of what follows can progress smoothly; despite my upload speed being low compared to other FNAF Fanfic writers, some seem to write without end!
Yet this was a lot of fun to write and can you probably tell what is going to happen in the next chapter, but thankfully you won't have to wait as long to find out.
Thank you for reading so far and do please review, I appreciate your thoughts.