Musical Delights and Little Devils
Hello everyone and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!
Well, many things have happened with FNAF this year, the Fazbear Frights book series has ended (and what an ending) and Security Breach has come out. . .to a mixed reception.
I like the gameplay and most of the story elements (sentient animatronics), but the bugs are annoying, especially if they are game breaking. Hopefully the upcoming patches from Steel Wool fixes most of the worst issues - fingers crossed.
A huge thank you to both 2wtda and ILIKETRAPEZIUMS13 for favoriting/following Fazbear Escape, it is great to know that you are enjoying it. :-)
This chapter is actually one of two, as I split the original chapter in half to avoid it getting too big.
I know previously that I said that there would be a song in the next chapter, but that will be used in the following chapter, as it is better suited with what I have lined up.
Apologies for any lingering grammar mistakes and do enjoy.
Chapter 61
Musical Delights and Little Devils.
"Terrible things come in small packages."
FNAF 4 Teaser for Plushtrap
BASH!
BASH!
BASH!
Chester launched strike after strike against Toy Freddy, never giving him the chance to retaliate, let alone get up off the floor and his mental shield was peppered with numerous dents.
Yet Toy Freddy was holding on and he didn't intend to stay on the floor, Toy Bonnie's screams of terror shook him to his core.
He needed to help her, right now!
Reaching out with his mind, he fashioned a shotgun, gripping it tightly, but before he used it, he deflected Chester's next blow, bashing his makeshift guitar chainsaw aside, exposing his main body.
Toy Freddy grasped the opportunity, pointed his shotgun at Chester's chest and fired at an extremely close range.
BANG!
It couldn't have worked out any better than he had hoped.
The impact of the shotgun ripped through Chester like a brutal tornado, shredding him apart, limb from limb. The now detached arm mauled by shrapnel from the shotgun blast dropped to the floor, still holding the makeshift guitar chainsaw. Chester's head which was barely holding itself together hit the tile floor with a metallic clang. His now dead olive green eyes still held a rage filled expression to them, with his mouth being a vicious scowl.
The rest of Chester's broken and decapitated body collapsed to the floor with a clatter of noise, but Toy Freddy ignored it as he finally picked himself up off the floor, his attention was directed elsewhere. . .
"Come on Sugarplum, it'll only hurt a little!" Music Man laughed sadistically as he pulled Toy Bonnie into his mechanical house of horrors that was his chest capacity.
Toy Bonnie was frozen with fear, she could only scream in terror for there was nothing that she could think of to do to break free of Music Man.
"Let the show begin!" Music Man cried joyfully, as several large spinning buzzsaws greeted Toy Bonnie as she was physically tugged across the threshold into his chest.
"This'll be fun for every-"
BANG!
Suddenly, Music Man stopped in midsentence, turned his head to the right and quickly brought his sole arm up to parlay off a large metallic object that slammed into him.
The result of the action was that Toy Bonnie was briefly thrown out of his chest capacity, but the grip of his inner wires on her body remained strong.
Yet Music Man's quick reaction time saved him from being battered by whatever it was that had been thrown at him and his black soulless eyes soon found the perpetrator.
Toy Chica with Balloon Boy at her side.
"You let her go!" she yelled angrily, before ripping another lighting strut off the ceiling and throwing it at Music Man with as much force as she could muster.
"I'll let her go. . .once she is in a body bag deary!" Music Man scoffed, clearly humoured.
"Still, it's adorable with how hard you try."
He bashed the other lighting strut aside as he turned to fully face Toy Chica.
"But it seems that you have other problems much closer to home," he remarked smoothly.
His words threw Toy Chica off momentarily with her raising her eyebrows in confusion, but she suddenly realised their meaning as she was thrown to the side, slamming into the nearby wall.
Yet nothing had actually hit her.
As Toy Chica briefly slumped against the wall, clearly dazed by the impact, Balloon Boy spotted her would be attacker.
"I don't get out much so you'll have to forgive me for my enthusiasm," said a cheerful Orville the orange elephant wizard, walking forward as he held his wand tightly in his grip, whilst giving off a menacing nature through his eyes.
"Yet, it is my time to shine!"
Suddenly, Orville pointed his wand at BB and immediately he felt himself rise up off the floor, panic began to settle in.
"Magical moments such as this," Orvile began, with a calm tone, his voice held a grandfatherly manner to it, but only masked his maliciousness.
"Should be remembered forever."
Then he hurled BB upwards towards the ceiling at a starling speed.
It happened so fast that BB barely had anytime to scream as he collided with the overhanging lighting struts.
He just managed to grip one of them before gravity took over, pulling him back down to the floor, breathing heavily as he held onto the now swinging light strut like it was life preserver.
"Enjoying the view?" Orvile asked warmly, but again the subtle cruelty in his voice was noted.
The light strut swung back and forth as BB clung to it for dear life, trying to maintain his grip on the smooth metal.
He closed his eyes, focusing on keeping himself calm.
"When you wake up, just remember, friends are forever," he mentally whispered to himself like a soothing lullaby.
"When you wake up, just remember, friends are forever."
"When you wake up, just remember, friends are forever."
"And now for my next trick!" Orvile announced with great enthusiasm, pointing his wand straight at BB.
"The rings of fire, with each one being smaller and more ferocious than the last!"
"NO!" Toy Chica screamed, as she mentally summoned a wall that completely surrounded Orvile and fully encased him in a stone tomb.
However, he merely broke free by causing the stone to melt around him as though it was being cooked by lava.
"Nice trick, but you have to try harder missy," Orvile replied with a determined tone, his blue eyes had narrowed, expressing a cold and calculating look.
Suddenly the pool of molten stone rose up and was sent hurling back at Toy Chica like a wave.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Music Man laughed, bellowing his hysterical laughter as the wave rushed pass him.
"It seems like you've met your match dearie!" he yelled manically. Toy Bonnie meanwhile was locked in a vicious struggle with the animatronic's wires that were refusing to let her go; constantly trying to pull back into his chest, yet Music Man didn't seem to pay her any mind as he was too focused on Toy Chica.
Toy Chica instinctively raised her arms to defend herself as the wave of molten stone bore down upon her.
She focused on the wave, it was a thick grey and all consuming, yet she threw her arms apart wide, like she was ripping something apart. Suddenly, just as the wave of molten stone reached her, it parted, splitting into two and sparing Toy Chica all the carnage that it held.
The two waves slammed into the wall behind her with a solid thud that echoed throughout the room.
"Impressive," Orvile muttered in an irritated tone, he clearly disliked being proven wrong.
"Still beginners' luck," he stated firmly with gritted teeth.
He raised his wand to the ceiling.
"Let's try a double act!"
Swiftly he ripped two light struts from their holdings off the ceiling and sent them hurling towards Toy Chica with such speed that she was barely able to react in time.
She screamed in terror, instinctively jumping to get out of the way of the first lighting strut, however she couldn't quite dodge the second.
It hit her in the side with enough force to knock her straight off course and she felt instant pain shoot up her left side, reaching deep.
Toy Chica briefly flew across the floor before landing with a thud. No sooner had the daze worn off, did all of the aches and bruises make themselves known.
She felt a shadow fall on her, so she casted upwards to see the delightful keyboard smile of Music Man, his black soulless eyes gazing down at her.
"Well. . .thanks Orvile," he remarked excitedly, grinning from ear to ear, as he placed his sole remaining cymbal on a hook that was housed on his left hand side, freeing his hand.
"Now I can make things more. . .'interesting'."
Suddenly, he reached out and grasped Toy Chica, before she could move, holding her firmly as he lifted her upwards.
"I wonder if you would burst like a bean bag if I were to squeeze you hard enough?" Music Man wondered out aloud.
"I am curious to see what it is like. . ."
Instantly, he started to tighten his grip on Toy Chica, she tried to loosen his grip by pushing back on his fingers, but Music Man refused to yield.
"Well, that's two down for the count, now where's the third toy that I can play with?" Music Man curiously asked out loud.
"I'm right here Music Manic!" Toy Freddy yelled, announcing his presence as he quickly moved to be in front of the animatronic.
Both the eyes of Music Man and Orvile turned to face him.
"Ahh, another playmate!" Music Man cried excitedly.
"Another volunteer for my performance more like," Orvile scoffed dismissably, rolling his blue eyes.
"Hey get your own, he's mine!" Music Man hissed, almost growling at the orange elephant animatronic.
"The Nightmares brought every animatronic into existence through their lucid dreaming powers, so what if I could reverse it," Toy Freddy mentally remarked, whilst to two animatronics were distracted by eachother.
He found himself looking at the floor on which everyone stood.
"Here goes nothing. . ."
He reached out with his mind, focusing solely on the tile floor, whilst ignoring the ongoing argument between Music Man and Orvile. Even though Music Man himself was temporally distracted, both Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica were still having quite a hard time getting out of their dire predicament.
Toy Chica couldn't force Music Man's fingers apart to escape and Toy Bonnie was locked in a life or death struggle with the animatronic's innards as they tried to pull her further into his iron maidan of a chest.
Yet being distracted temporarily was just enough for Toy Freddy, as he poured an immense amount of his concentration into the floor.
Music Man turned in his direction.
"Now, let's add a new playmate to ou-"
Suddenly, he yelled and so did Ovrile, but not in hysterical laughter, but rather full blown fear as the floor beneath buckled inward and gave away, leaving an ever growing hole of nothingness.
Toy Freddy also lifted up the floor at opposite ends of either Music Man or Ovrile, further pushing them into the hole that was growing at the centre.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEE!" Music Man screamed, as he flayed about on spot, slipping into the widening gap.
Orvile wasn't so lucky, as he fell straight through, but he was able to grab onto one of Music Man's spider legs and hang on for dear life.
Music Man's sole remaining hand, which was currently holding Toy Chica swung wide, trying to grasp at anything to keep him from falling through the hole.
In a desperation to live, Music Man's sole arm crashed into the surrounding tile floor and in doing so he let Toy Chica, releasing her from his grip so he could grasp the floor to anchor himself.
Immediately, Toy Chica scrambled to her feet, quickly moving away, looking back as Music Man sank even further through the hole. Half of him had already gone through, with his spider legs on his right side were trying to grip the floor and stop his descent.
"BONBON COME ON!" Toy Freddy called, briefly loosening his concentration, so he could focus on her.
"TOY CHICA GET HER OUT OF THERE!" he yelled, turning in her direction.
Toy Chica could see that Toy Bonnie was still fighting against Music Man's inner mechanisms that were trying ferociously to pull her in. Should Music Man fall through, then Toy Bonnie would fall with him.
However, with Music Man being distracted and unable to use his free hand, Toy Chica saw a good chance to free Toy Bonnie.
She ran forward and grabbed hold of Toy Bonnie, trying to pull her free of Music Man's internal wires.
"Come on, Toy Bonnie, hurry up or you'll fall through!" Toy Chica urged, trying not to panic.
"Wait, not just yet!" Toy Bonnie called back, keeping all of her focus on battling away at Music Man's innards.
Even though his internal mechanisms were refusing to let her go, Toy Bonnie had noticed a golden opportunity that was too good to pass up on.
Focusing all of her mental energies on Music Man's inner wires, gears, joints and power modules, she mentally grabbed hold of as many as she could and bent them all into oblivion.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Music Man roared in pain, his voice being the mixture of a high pitch cry and a deep mechanical groan. His agony only increased as Toy Bonnie proceeded to bend even more of his inwards, trying to pull them apart from each other and seriously mess up his circuitry.
From down below, Orville could see the damage that the Toys were inflicting on Music Man and he decided to do something about it.
He was gripping onto one of Music Man's undamaged legs with one hand, his wand hand was free and he used it.
Pointing the wand at the hole's opening through which he could see Toys Bonnie and Chica westering with Music Man's innards, he casted a spell with all his might.
Suddenly, Music Man's mechanical innards all let go immediately as both Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica were forced backwards by some unseen force. Toy Bonnie's focus was instantly broken and Music Man's inner pain greatly subsided.
Yet in being thrown backwards, both Toys were sent flying straight into Toy Freddy, sharply colliding with him and destroying his concentration as well. In short, all three were sent flying back into the door that was bordered by two side vents.
Now that he was no longer distracted and with the hole no longer widening, Music Man quickly lifted himself out of the hole, safely bringing Orvile up with him.
Music Man's black eyes narrowed menacingly as he glared at the three Toys, who were slowly picking themselves up.
"You almost got me!" he snarled, as his chest plates slammed shut, protecting his torn inwards as they tried to repair themselves as best, they could. Although his voice box had clearly been unaffected by the damage.
"There won't be a next time though!"
Then he charged straight at them, his six spider legs, even the damaged front ones were working over time to reach his prey. Orvile was equally moving fast, his blue eyes expressed a deep desire for revenge and to make it hurt.
"It's time for my rings of fire act!" he growled aggressively.
"Quick, we need to get out of there, through this door, or else they'll both box us in!" Toy Bonnie cried, quickly forcing the door behind them open.
"Wait!" Toy Freddy yelled, looking around in all directions.
"Where is BB?"
"Oh, he is," Toy Chica began slowly, with her eyes turning up towards the ceiling.
"He was thrown up at the. . ."
Then her eyes went wide with fear.
"BB!"
A little short while ago. . .
Balloon Boy clung to the metal lighting strut as it wobbled back and forth on its holdings.
Looking down he could see the entire action playing across the floor below.
He never knew that so many animatronics could take up such a large amount of space, including the Possessed Prop Suits.
There were so many and BB could what everyone was doing; Freddy against Lefty, Bonnie beating two of Nightmare Freddy's Freddy Heads to death. He just caught what looked like a half melted and wrapped purple white coloured version of Funtime Chica disappear into a series of vent like tunnels with mister Hippo and Blank. Where Foxy and Chica were BB had no idea, he hoped that they were doing ok.
Gazing at the chaos that rippled throughout the room, BB couldn't help but notice that the Possessed Prop Suits were not moving, let alone in engaging in the fighting around them.
They remained stationary like statues, seemingly ignorant of the violence that was erupting around them.
"Why aren't they attacking us, they were so desperate to do so earlier?" BB mentally wondered, slowly pulling himself further up onto the actual body of the lighting strut.
Looking at the situation further and blocking everything else out BB noticed that the Possessed Prop Suits weren't being ignorant.
They were focusing on something; they were all looking towards the same area. . .towards the centre of the room.
At Puppet, Goldie and Vincent, the latter of whom looked frozen with fear as Puppet held him in a tight embrace with Goldie seemingly glaring down at Vincent like a wrathful spectre. The three of them didn't seem to notice that they were the centre of the whole group's attention, too enwrapped in their own world to realise their potential predicament.
"Why are they all looking at them?" BB mentally asked the question, although not expecting an answer. His baby blue eyes going wide as he gazed down at the whole scene. It was like a tapestry written out before him, with each individual moment acting on its own.
Something was going to happen, the Possessed Prop Suits weren't one to stay idle, BB knew that alone from personal experience.
"Enjoying the view BB?" a voice called, it was noticeable female, if not girly in tone.
BB looked down, straight into the green eyes of Deedee.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, waving at him.
"You are really high up."
"I say that he has the best view in the whole house," another voice uttered and BB realised that it belonged to Pigpatch. He was standing next to Dee Dee, also looking up at BB. The pig like animatronic wore brown trousers and carried a sturdy banjo in his hands.
"Indeed, he does, but I could do better," Dee Dee remarked playfully, rolling her eyes.
"Can you now?" Pigpatch muttered smoothly with a clear southern accent, his green and blue eyes narrowed and his voice held an ominous edge to it.
Dee Dee smiled knowingly, looking every cute as she clapped her hands together.
"You doubt me?" she asked all innocently.
"A little," Pigpatch answered, but his voice was still cold.
"Oh, how unfortunate," Dee Dee sang mischievously.
"How unfortunate."
Then the top of her beanie opened up in an almost mechanical fashion, revealing a pink coloured fan that rose upwards.
"How unfortunate," Dee Dee sang.
The fan blades started to spin, getting steadily faster and faster, as Dee Dee continued to sing.
"How unfortunate."
Then she began to rise off the floor.
"How terribly unfortunate for you."
The blades increased their speed, as Dee Dee rose even higher and higher, still singing.
"I am going to do a nasty thing and throw myself into the ring."
BB started to panic looking around to see if he could make use of anything, but there was literally nothing at hand.
All the while Dee Dee continued to fly ever higher. Her voice was gradually losing its child like innocence, as she neared BB, becoming menacing.
"Now, now, all that fear isn't helping either of us."
"Go away, leave me alone!" BB yelled, frantically gripping the lighting strut tightly, as Dee Dee finally reached him.
"What's that, you don't want me to be your friend. . .too bad," she replied coldly, with her green eyes narrowing in annoyance as she hovered before him like a vulture.
"I can make you my friend, for I have a particular game in mind."
"No thanks, I am good staying out of it," BB said nervously, shuffling away from Dee Dee, but she merely followed him, circling him over the heavy droning noise of her head fan.
"Round and round we go, where we are going, nobody knows," she sang playfully, but the cold look in her eyes never wavered, nor did the cruel sentiment in her voice.
"We are pretty high up and this thing you're on is like a metal plank," Dee Dee commented observantly.
"Like a pirate ship."
BB kept on having to turn around on the spot to keep a track of Dee Dee as she continued to orbit around him like a satellite. He was struggling to maintain his balance as the lighting strut swung slightly from side to side every time he moved.
The tension was rising in his chest, his heart was threatening to burst out with it beating so fast. He knew that Dee Dee could strike him, if she so desired, only it wasn't really Dee Dee who was threatening him, but rather the Nightmare lurking within her.
Dee Dee was just a puppet whose hands the monster would strike with.
"Have you ever played pirates Balloon Boy?" Dee Dee asked curiously, suddenly moving to be inches from him. BB nearly stumbled had he not instinctively steadied himself.
"With Foxy perhaps?" Dee Dee asked again, her voice held no malicious tone, but BB knew better, he wasn't going to be fooled.
So, he took the only action that he knew he could take and it was in truth the only outcome that this conversation had.
Sooner or later, it would turn violent, so he might as well make the first move.
Moving quickly, before Dee Dee could even act, he reached forward, grabbed hold of his female doppelganger's right eye firmly. He could feel its plastic glossy texture and pulled back hard.
The whole moment could be stretched as he ripped Dee Dee's eye out of its socket, snapping various coloured wires in the process.
Dee Dee screamed, clutching her now vacant eye hole, her face was comprised of only agony. Her cries were only half drowned out by the constant droning of her hat fan blades.
"Oh, you've asked for it now kid!" Pigpatch yelled angrily in a strong southern accent, pointing accusingly at BB.
"You've let the beast out of is cage!"
Yet BB ignored, watching as Dee Dee hoovered before him, still clutching her damaged right eye socket.
"She already was a beast," he mentally commented.
"This wasn't going to end any other wa-"
Suddenly, he left a raw stinging pain rippled across his lower abdomen and it only grew. He could feel something cold slowly running down across his skin.
Looking down, he saw to his horror that his shirt had been sliced into, cutting right through the skin and slightly beyond.
It still hurt greatly and steady stream of blood was more than enough to indicate the seriousness of the wound.
"Don't you remember that old pirate code?" a cold and hate filled voice asked and BB's eyes looked back up. . .right at Dee Dee.
Only it wasn't quite Dee Dee anymore.
Her cute human teeth had been replaced by sharp fangs and her empty eye socket had changed. In the dark pit of the once vacant eye hole was now another pupil, but it wasn't green like her left eye, but a fiery brownish red. Yet both eyes seemed to glow with a threatening vibe and a lust for vengeance
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, it's considered pirate justice," Dee Dee uttered, her voice was cold, but it was equally murderous.
A line had been crossed and BB had run straight across it. . .playtime was over.
"Every act has consequences. . .laddie."
Immediately that last word sent alarm bells off in BB's head.
Only one person used the word 'laddie' and that was Foxy or his. . .
Dee Dee smiled as she registered the cogs that were turning in BB's fear filled eyes.
"Oh dear, you haven't already figured it out who I really am; couldn't you tell that N-Freddy is in Lefty, or that N-Bonnie is using Funtime Chica, let alone that N-Chica is operating Rockstar Bonnie," she remarked smoothly, clearly satisfied with BB's dilemma.
"Maybe this will be wipe away those lingering doubts."
BB watched on in horror as Dee Dee left hand morphed, changing from a regular human hand into a jagged, razor sharp metal hook.
Dee Dee was possessed by Nightmare Foxy.
"Ahh, it feels good to drop the pretence a little doesn't it?" Dee Dee sighed, her voice was still very girly, but the dark tone was all wrong for a face that cute.
"It is also nice to vent. . ."
Suddenly, she lunged forward. It was a blur and BB didn't react quick enough, as Dee Dee's hook sliced right through his left shoulder. The boy cried in pain, feeling another deep stinging sensation rippled through his upper body and down his left arm.
She must had used her hook to attack him earlier without him even noticing the change it was that fast.
"Time to walk the plank me thinks," Dee Dee crackled, as she suddenly lashed away at one of the metal cords that attached the overhanging lights to the ceiling.
It broke and immediately everything went completely horizontal for BB as the ground he was standing on disappeared.
He instinctively grabbed onto the other metallic cord with the rest of the overhanging light swing back and forth. There was the sound of something cracking and BB didn't need to be a genesis to know that the sole remaining metallic cord was struggling to maintain the heavy light strut.
Dee Dee meanwhile continued to hover around him like a vulture eyeing a fresh carcass.
"You'll rather sink or swim, what'll it be BB?" she asked mischievously.
"Do you know nothing else other than being a monster?" BB yelled back ferociously, clinging desperately into the metallic cord.
"Nightmare Chica said that you saw the bigger picture, that you understood your reality, why didn't you try to be anything else?"
"Didn't you ever want to be someone else?"
His words caught Dee Dee off edge. Both her brownish red and green eyes widen with surprise, remembering that past conversation.
Within Dee Dee, Nightmare Foxy remembered Nightmare Chica's words.
"We were beasts at first, chasing him down, trying to break into his bedroom and kill him, although we never got to do so."
"He feared his bullies so much that he always assumed the worst whenever they were able to corner him, and he passed that fear onto us."
There were somethings that could not be changed, as much as the individual may desire to do so.
"Over time we achieved sentience, becoming self aware and learning how to speak much to his horror."
Nightmare Foxy remembered, that moment, when he first spoke an actual word and it wasn't a grunt or animalistic growl.
When he began to realise who he was as an individual, when coherent thoughts started to creep in.
Back when he experienced what could only be described as happiness at being free and separate from emotional wreck of a boy that he only saw as prey.
7th May 1983
The bright light of a flashlight briefly passed over the wooden panels of the closet's shutter doors, before giving away to the natural darkness that the beast within favoured.
Growling softly, Nightmare Foxy's brownish red eyes glowed between the gaps of the closet's small wooden panels, watching as the boy preformed his usual routine of guarding his room against the personified terrors that constantly sought entry.
Yet he couldn't maintain his watch forever, sooner or later he would slip up.
Pushing his sharp hook against one of the closet's doors, Nightmare Foxy observed the boy move over to the left side door, no doubt on the lookout for Nightmare Chica.
Nightmare Foxy's reddish brown eyes tracked the boy's movement. He listened to the soft thuds the boy made as he moved across the blue carpet towards the right side of the room.
At the back of the Nightmare's mind, amidst the emotional drive for blood and agony, voices and words attached to them rose to the surface of his mind before disappearing again.
"Michael, please stop!" one voice would cry out, it sounded weak, pleading, begging.
"Why do you have to be such a baby about everything Tommy!" another called, it was strong and domineering, that much Nightmare Foxy could register.
There was something that was akin to humour, domineering, finding pleasure in tormenting another, but there was also frustration. . .
Frustration at what exactly?
Nightmare Foxy couldn't understand and he really didn't want to, the voices were just a distraction to him from the ignorant prey that lay right outside his hiding spot.
"If you want your Fredbear plushie back, then you'll have to beat me to get it."
"I'm calling Elizabeth!"
"Yeah, like she'll do you any good, come on, take it, it's right here."
The torment in the younger boy's voice was obivious and made Nightmare Foxy feel a cruel sense of joy. He liked hearing him suffer, it felt right. . .like he deserved it. Yet Nightmare Foxy couldn't for the life of him understand why the boy warranted such a beating.
It just felt right. . .
The creaking of the right sided door meant that the boy was distracted, so Nightmare Foxy sensed an opportunity to satisfy his thirst for blood.
With his sharp hook and other hand, he gripped the wooden side doors, slowly pushing them both open as he gazed at the decrepit bedroom that laid just beyond.
Indeed, the boy was occupied with fending off Nightmare Chica, looking into the right side hallway with his flashlight.
Nightmare Foxy smiled, feeling beyond satisfied.
The boy was distracted, the moment was ripe for the taking, Nightmare Foxy just had to seize it.
The sensing of a golden opportunity caused more words to surface.
"Quit being so weak Tommy, you make it so easy, even
"I toughen up after mother died, but you're just as pathetic as the day you were born."
"Stop being nasty to me Michael, leave me alone."
Once more Nightmare Foxy dismissed the words, they meant nothing to him, as he couldn't understand them.
He only felt the desire to cause pain, it was like there was a beast howling away inside of him, threatening to break out.
Nightmare Foxy stepped out of the closet fully, his feet hitting the soft blue carpet as he rose up to his full height.
He hadn't made a sound and yet the boy turned in his direction, perhaps he sensed the Nightmare's presence, but he reacted swiftly. . .or he tried to.
Nightmare Foxy roared, his voice was an aggressive roar and it terrified the boy beyond doubt.
The flashlight didn't help as Nightmare Foxy quickly stepped forward and swipe at the boy with his hook before the boy could shine the light in the Nightmare's eyes.
There was blood in the air as the Nightmare's hook ripped across the boy's chest, tearing his shirt and leaving a bloody tear in his rage fuelled wake.
The scent of fear, the terror in the boy's eyes, it was all that Nightmare Foxy lived for and he was going to enjoy this moment as much as he could.
He growled in a satisfied way, smiling as he did, all the while he towered over the boy with his hook raised for another strike.
Yet the voices returned, the mocking older boy and that of the whinny younger boy.
"You are so weak Tommy, you make it so easy!"
"Leave me alone Michael, just go away!"
"Fine, then I guess then that you don't need your Chica plushie if you are a tough guy now?"
"Hey, give her back!"
"Quite being weak then."
"Give her back, don't tear her please!"
"Why are you always this weak Thomas, I really do wonder why."
"I said give Chica back!"
That voice, that whiney, annoying high pitch squeal of a voice; Nightmare Foxy felt it being strongly associated with the boy that stood helpless before him.
It was why he hated this boy though and why it felt right to torment him.
It just felt. . .natural.
A new sensation flowed through Nightmare Foxy, pushing itself to the surface of his mind.
A desire to further express what he truly thought of this boy in ways that he hadn't known before.
"W. . .e. . .a. . .k," (Weak,) he muttered slowly, struggling to make the right sounds, but the word itself suited his perspective of the boy perfectly.
The boy looked shocked beyond belief, his blue eyes widening, struggling to register what he had just heard.
"Y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e w. . .e. . .a. ..k," (You are weak,) Nightmare Foxy spoke again, this time louder and with a more sadistic tone, but again it was hard to form the right vocal sounds.
He then brought his hook arm down in a fast swipe to cut and tear once more.
However, there was a metallic clank as metal hit metal.
It was the boy's flashlight, he had raised it as a shield to defend himself.
Yet his effort to protect himself from the Nightmare, only further fuelled Nightmare Foxy's desire to cause further harm.
How dare he tried to prevent him from having his 'fun'.
"W. . .e. . .a. . .k,"(Weak,) Nightmare Foxy uttered once more, this time with considerable anger.
He gripped the boy's hand, the one holding the flashlight, before sharply pulling it down and then delivering a sizable kick to the boy's stomach with his clawed feet.
THUMP!
The impact hit the boy hard and sent him flying backwards. His back hit the bedside drawer with enough force to knock the nightstand off, falling to the floor with a heavy crunch.
"A. . .l. . .w. . .a. . .y. . .s w. . .e. . .a. . .k," (Always weak,) Nightmare Foxy growled, the look of pain in the boy's eyes made him feel satisfied and the voice of the older boy returned, echoing about in his head.
"Why are you so weak Tommy, can't you toughen up for once?" the voice of the older boy asked in a disappointed tone.
"You make it so easy, all the time."
Nightmare Foxy find himself completely agreeing with the older boy's words.
The boy lay scrawled out on the floor, clutching his stomach. He looked pained to a considerable degree as he groaned endlessly.
The flashlight lay by his side, switched off.
Inside his mind Nightmare Foxy could hear laughter, the mocking and degrading laughter of a boy who felt all powerful.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
It felt very catchy and it matched his feelings perfectly.
He began to laugh, a gravely and deep throated sound came out of his mouth, as the feeling of power swept through him.
It was addicting.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Upon hearing the sound, the boy curled up into a ball, covering his ears with his hands, not wanting to listen.
The noise seemed to only terrify him further, he was practically shaking with fear as he cowed on the floor
Nightmare Foxy stepped closer, his brown reddish eyes were filled with delight and they glowed like a searchlight.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
As he laughed further, the laughter of the older boy inside his mind grew louder. It was like they were in sync, bouncing off eachother.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
It felt like they were one.
Nightmare Foxy stepped forward towards the whimpering boy.
His brown reddish eyes now narrowed and he barred his teeth or rather his fangs. He was going in for the kill and it would be savage.
He crouched down, ready to pounce as he bore his hook.
The older boy's voice echoed about in his head once more.
"Thomas Afton, you are always weak."
"W. . .e. . .a. . .k," (Weak,) Nightmare Foxy said slowly, digesting the word, he liked it.
"T. . .h. . .o. . .m. . .a. . .s A. . .f. . .t. . .o. . .n i. . .s a. . .r. . .e a. . .l. . .w. . .a. . .y. . .s w. . .e. . .a. . .k." (Thomas Afton is always weak)
The instant the boy known as Thomas heard his name, he removed his hands from his eyes.
There was nothing his expression for fear and shock, he looked to have gone pale white.
Then his blue eyes darted towards the flashlight that lay nearby.
"N. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t n. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t," (night night,) Nightmare Foxy growled with anticipation, before snarling.
Thomas reached out for the flashlight, his being just long enough to grab hold of it.
"W. . .e. . .a. . .k T. . .h. . .o. . .m. . .a. . .s!"(Weak Thomas!)
Nightmare Foxy pounced, his mouth opened up to reveal rows of sharp and jagged fangs.
He raised both his clawed hand and hook hand, ready to tear and mutilate his victim.
Thomas pulled the flashlight towards him, spung it round in the Nightmare's direction, desperately trying to press the on button in his fear driven panic.
Yet Nightmare Foxy was almost on, his brown reddish burned like fires of both demonic rage and bloodlust.
In his shadow, Thomas quivered uncontrollably and Nightmare Foxy only felt an overriding sense of enjoyment, it was all he could feel.
That. . .and a great deal of familiarity with the older boy, whose mocking laughter still rang inside his head.
Yes, it was like they were the same and had always been.
A bully. . .a bully who in the eyes of his victim became a tormenting monster, a nightmare that would never leave him alone.
They would in the victim's eyes always be a monster through and through.
Their nature would be unchangeable, certain parts would always be fixed.
If one could not change, then why they even want to, if the way they were brought them so much joy.
The memory rapidly faded from Nightmare Foxy's mind, pulling himself back to the present, as he spoke through his animatronic puppet.
"I cannot be anything else," Dee Dee muttered plainly, for the first time there was no deceit in her tone.
Yet there was something else though, but Balloon Boy couldn't quite decipher it.
"I don't want to be anything else," Dee Dee continued, hovering before BB with a look of deep complementation.
Their eyes locked, baby blue staring into a mixed pair of green and brownish red pupils.
"I am who I am, a shadow that became something mire and what I do always feels natural to me," Dee Dee remarked in a factual tone, but there was an undertone of conviction as well.
She slowly moved closer to BB, coming to loom over him with her hook hand and her head fans that spun continuously.
Her expression became serious and when she spoke, her tone was only ominous.
Once more the sharpness of her words didn't suit a cute face as Dee Dee's, even with her nightmare physical alternations.
"Nature cannot be changed Balloon Boy, not entirely, circumstances can alter it, but only by so much."
Her eyes glowed.
"Monsters are born, rarely are they are made."
She then smiled a toothy grin, which when combined with her glowing eyes only served to make her look demonic.
"So there's your answer BB, are you satisfied?" she asked, now sounding excited.
Balloon Boy didn't know what to say in response, he could only stare at Dee Dee with a terrified expression.
However, he knew that he had heard the truth, the Nightmares were truly beyond change.
They were monsters thorough and thorough and nothing could change it, not that he didn't harbour any real hope to begin with.
Yet, he had wondered if they had ever considered the possibly back when they first developed a sense of awareness.
Immediately, some of Nightmare Chica's previous words about the Nightmares' past reappeared in his mind.
"Then we realised, or rather Nightmare Fredbear did, that while we were all separate individuals, we were still tied to the child somehow."
"We were not fully formed souls, incomplete, and whatever happened to him would affect us."
"We need him, for without him we cannot exist, we are still his creations," she muttered coldly, clearly expressing her immense dislike of being in that position.
"Yet we desire freedom, to experience life to its fullest, otherwise what is the point in being self aware if you can never be free."
"We will break the chains, we will escape our prison, just like you Balloon Boy, we want to be free."
In the end, they just wanted to free and live out their murderous tendencies to no end. They had more or less told him that previous, several times in fact.
He felt foolish for not fully seeing just how ingrained the Nightmares' nature truly was; and now he was left with the sudden realisation that a murderous Nightmare was hoovering right in front of him.
The conversation was now over. . .
Not waiting for Balloon Boy's answer, Dee Dee grabbed hold of the metal cord that was keeping the rest of the lighting strut up connected to the ceiling as it dangled dangerously in mid-air.
She started to sing, the song although cheerful in nature was sung in an ominous tone, further unnerving Balloon Boy.
"Rocky baby on the treetop, when the wind blows the cradle will rock."
Dee Dee continued to shake the metal cord, harder this time, whilst bringing out her hook hand.
Her mixed green and brownish red eyes glowed with a dark sense of delight, as she smiled coldly at him.
Just like any typical nightmare, Nightmare Foxy fed on fear, thriving on the sensation that it brought him.
"When the branch breaks, the baby will fall."
Dee Dee brought her hook hand close to the mental cord, Balloon Boy's eyes widen with dread.
He had to do something quick or else.
Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that he was fairly close to the wall and that nearby was an air vent covered by a metal grate. It was one of several, but like all of them this particular air vent looked delicate enough if it was hit with enough force the impact would cause it to buckle and allow entry.
Under such dire circumstances there was only one solution.
"And down will come cradle baby and all," Dee Dee sang.
Quickly she cut the metal cord and sent the dangling metal light strut plummeting towards the floor.
Or at least, that is what she intended to have happened.
Just as she severed the cord, BB focused his lucid power on making the metal cord swing in the direction of the ceiling vent, bringing the lighting strut along with it. He only had one shot and once the momentum of the swing had peaked he leapt forward.
He slammed against metal grate vent cover and instinctively grabbed hold of it. The impact had been more than enough to loosen it and using all of his strength BB tore it off, opening the vent.
Dee Dee hadn't expected BB to try such a move, but she quickly wised up and reacted accordingly.
She moved over to where Balloon Boy was trying to climb into the vent. He had managed to pull half of himself through, but Dee Dee struck where it would hurt the most.
Instantly BB felt an intense stinging pain all along the length of his back.
He screamed out in agony, making him temporarily slip out of the vent.
"BB!" Toy Chica cried from somewhere below.
Dee Dee grinned with delight and raised her hook once more.
"Naughty boy, you shouldn't have torn my eye out!" she hissed vengefully.
"And naughty boys always need to be punis-"
Suddenly out of the corner of Dee Dee's vision something moved. . .fast.
She dogged as the black shape of a metal lighting strut flew by her, it missed her face by sheer inches. Sadly for her it didn't miss her feet as they were smashed right off, leaving only stumps at the end of her legs along with exposed snapped endoskeleton joints and torn coloured wires.
Dee Dee screamed in absolute pain, yet it was only brief as she quickly regain control of herself, gritting her teeth together to numb the constant flow of pain. Dee Dee turned in the direction of where the lighting strut had come from and snarled, sounding very demonic. The tone of her Nightmare controller cutting through her otherwise childish voice.
The metal lighting strut had been thrown by Toy Freddy, his outstretched arm evident of him being the culprit.
The lighting metal strut had impacted the wall so hard that it had became stuck. Burying itself into the tile pattern wall behind Dee Dee.
"YOU!" Dee Dee yelled, her voice was filled with unrivalled anger.
She dived straight for Toy Freddy, so fast that no one else could stop her.
She dove right into the Toy and effectively picked him up by the shoulders, before flying off through the open doorway that led into the other room.
One would think that with Dee Dee being a child animatronic she didn't have the strength to lift up an adult like Toy Freddy, but her strength came from Nightmare Foxy who was more than capable of taking on another adult of similar height and size.
Yet Toy Freddy fought back. . .hard.
He constantly kicked away at Dee Dee's chest and punched her repeatedly in the face, yet it didn't wipe off that God dam insidious smile of hers.
It was too bad that Toy Freddy had dropped his shield and shotgun.
"You've been a bad toy Freddy," Dee Dee mused coldly, despite her warm smile.
"Bad toys get thrown away."
Her mixed pupils glared down at Toy Freddy with a dark intent.
"Bad toys become forgotten."
Then she dropped him.
Toy Freddy fell, falling straight into a massive ocean of plastic coloured balls. . .a ball pit.
It was deep, very deep, Toy Freddy couldn't feel the bottom as he steadily sank through layers and layers of plastic balls. Dee Dee meanwhile flew away, retracing her route and flying back through the open doorway, ignoring everyone else.
She hadn't forgotten about BB, let Music Man and the other Mediocre Melodies handle the Toys.
Plus, any other hidden surprises. . .
"Toy Freddy!" Toy Bonnie yelled, running through the open doorway, quickly followed by Toy Chica.
The latter turned and slammed the door shut, before raising a concrete wall and holding it firmly in place.
It didn't take long for Music Man to make his presence known.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!.
"HELLO, IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE!" he called out humorously, before repeatedly banging viciously on the wall.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
"COME ON OUT, I WON'T BE THAT ROUGH!"
"Not bloody likely," Toy Chica muttered, feeling the mental strain of having to focus.
"Toy Freddy are you in there!" Toy Bonnie called, throwing the Toy's shotgun and shield to the side. She was able to pick them both up before making a hasty retreat with Toy Chica.
Toy Freddy could only give out muffled shouts and barely raise his hands above the sea of coloured plastic balls.
"Hang on, I'm coming!" Toy Bonnie shouted, scrambling over the ball pit's side.
The ball pit was centred in the middle of a large room, which contained a coloured padded fun house to its left and a hall of mirrors on its right.
Yet Toy Bonnie took little notice of either exhibit, only Toy Freddy mattered.
To her, he always had.
Leaning out as far as she could go, Toy Bonnie was able to grab hold of one of Toy Freddy's hand, gripping it firmly by the wrist.
"I got you, just let me pull you out."
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Music Man's continuous assaults against the door grew louder and louder.
"QUIT BEING A SILY SORT AND LET ME IN!" he yelled in a goofy tone, but the sadism in his intent was obvious.
Then something new occurred.
Toy Chica despite her intense mental concentration could only stare in horror as her concrete wall started to glow red, radiating waves of heat.
Music Man's next words only confirmed her suspicions.
"Ooh Orville, that steel door is melting nicely like fizzy soda!"
Meanwhile Toy Freddy could feel Toy Bonnie trying to pull him out, but it certainly was a struggle.
He still couldn't feel the bottom and everywhere he looked there was nothing but layers upon layers of plastic balls and he couldn't grab onto anything.
The further he sank, the darker his surroundings became.
Amidst Toy Bonnie's heaving to pull him out, there came the repetitive psychotic sound of Music Man's laughter.
"HA HA HA HA, KEEP IT GOING ORVILLE, SOON IT'LL ALL MELT AWAY LIKE BUTTER!"
Then Toy Freddy felt himself being slowly pulled out, as Toy Bonnie tighten her grip on his wrists.
"Ok, I got you!" she yelled over the noise.
"That's great!" Toy Freddy shouted back, although his voice was muffled due to being under waves of compacted plastic balls.
He felt some of the balls move underneath his feet.
Then he felt movement as all the balls on his entire right side rippled.
Was there something else in here with him?
He then felt the balls arrayed against this chest get pushed into him and the same ripple of movement appeared. It continuing, moving around to his left side and Toy Freddy heard what sounded like an aggressive hiss.
Snake, he immediately thought of it being a snake!
"There is something else in here!" he screamed, trying not to panic and make the 'thing' more aggressive.
"What?!" Toy Bonnie yelled, just catching the meaning of Toy Freddy's words.
Suddenly, there was rapid movement along Toy Freddy's left and it traveled down
Then something grabbed hold of both of his legs. . .hard.
It felt tough, strong and metallic. Toy Freddy couldn't help but panic.
"IT'S GOT M-"
WHOOSH!
The attacker quickly pulled sharply, dragging Toy Freddy down further into the ocean of plastic balls, beige he could scream anymore
He still couldn't feel the bottom. . .
Toy Bonnie felt a strong tug from Toy Freddy as he was dragged down. She gripped the soft plastic side of the ball pit and pulled back hard, trying to stop Toy Freddy's descent.
She heard him scream, before he was cut off.
"TOY FREDDY!" she yelled, feeling her heart in her mouth as his hands vanished beneath the waves of plastic balls.
He was gone.
"No no no!" she pleaded as she frantically threw countless balls aside, digging away like a mad dog.
"Come on, come on Toy Freddy, where are you!"
Suddenly, two large pairs of metallic cords or wires broke through the ball pit's surface, bursting out with rapid speed.
They both grabbed her arms, being firm and strong in their grip. They immediately tightened like a noose. No sooner had that it done that did start to pull her in with what Toy Bonnie had to admit was an immense degree of strength.
Yet she tightly gripped the sides of the ball pit to anchor herself, but it only made the 'thing' tired harder.
"No. . .you. . .don't," she uttered defiantly, trying to prevent panic from overrunning her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Toy Freddy's shotgun lying on the ground nearby.
She can try to reach it, or lucid dream for it to be pulled closer to her.
Yet, several more metal cords exploded out of the ball pit in a shower of plastic balls and quickly grabbed of Toy Bonnie by the waist.
With a fierce tug she was pulled half over the side, just able to maintain her grip on the ball pit's side.
Raw panic rapidly pushed aside the Toy's sense of rationality.
"TOY CHICA!" she screamed.
The Toy in question turned back to see Toy Bonnie on her back, halfway over the ball pit's side with one of her legs in the air.
"TOY BONNIE!" Toy Chica shouted, with her mental concentration weakening as a result of her attention shifting.
Cracks appeared in the concrete wall that continued to glow red hot.
"HELP ME!" Toy Bonnie yelled, trying to hold on, as she desperately grabbed the ball pit's side.
"HELP ME PLEASE!"
"HANG ON I'M COMING!" Toy Chica shouted, taking off without a moment's notice.
"GIVE ME THE SHOTGUN, QUICK!" Toy Bonnie screamed, there was no restraint in her voice, just a raw pleading urge to survive.
Toy Chica just saw where the shotgun lay on the floor, but no sooner had she seen it, two things happened.
Firstly, another metal cord reached up out of the ball pit and wrapped itself around Toy Bonnie's throat.
With a fierce tug from all of the various metal cords Toy Bonnie was pulled over the edge and into the ball pit.
Toy Bonnie cried.
"TOY CHI-"
WOOSH!
She was rapidly pulled below before she could even finish her words it that fast.
"TOY BONNIE!" Toy Chica yelled out in fear, but she didn't get the chance to fully process what had just happened.
Because then the second thing happened.
The red hot concrete wall behind her exploded, sending shards of fragmented concrete and melted steel flying across the entire room. The blast was enough to send Toy Chica soaring across the room. Her 'flying' was abruptly stopped by her impacting into the plastic soft side of the ball pit.
She was stunned momentarily, but once she got her bearings she immediately beat a hasty retreat from the ball pit, not wanting to be snared by whatever had kidnapped her fellow Toys.
Looking back behind her, Toy Chica could see a huge figure moving through the dust cloud, coupled with ominous footsteps.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
As the dust cloud eventually faded, the figure loomed into full view.
Music Man. . .with both Orville Elephant and Pigpatch clinging onto the sides of his main body as he moved forward.
Upon seeing a dazed Toy Chica, Music Man smiled with an evil grin.
"Well, hello again Sunshine!" he called out in an excited tone.
His black soulless eyes darted about in all directions.
"Is it just you now?"
He then shrugged.
"Oh well, you'll do for our 'fun' activities."
Meanwhile, both Pigpatch and Orville Elephant jumped off Music Man's sides, landing firmly on the floor beside him. Even with his two battered front legs and missing left arm,Music Man was still an imposing if not terrifying figure.
With him towering over Toy Chica, with both Pigpatch and Orville Elephant on her flanks and with her rear cut off by the ball pit, Toy Chica had nowhere to run. She knew that if she tired to pick up either the shotgun or the shield all three animatronics would simply attack her without relent.
Although, if she was quick enough she might be able to dart around Pigpatch and escape the trap.
She moved fast, starting to run off to the left.
THUD!
Suddenly, Music Man's cymbal came crashing down right before her. It slammed into the tile floor with an almighty crunch, breaking through the floor itself.
"Oh no you don't Sunshine!" Music Man hissed sternly and when Toy Chica turned to face him, her blood went ice cold.
Music Man's eyes had narrowed and his smile had vanished, replaced by a murderous frown.
"After the little stunt you and your friends tired to pull on me earlier, I am not going to let you out of my sight."
With his sole remaining cymbal hand he forcibly shoved Toy Chica back into the centre of the ring. His black soulless eyes never left her, pinning her under his stern gaze.
Equally Orville Elephant pointed his wand at Toy Chica, like one taking aim with a gun. His expression was a mixture of coldness and concentration with his narrowed blue eyes.
He wasn't willing to be fooled by Toy Chica's tricks if she had any.
Pigpatch on the other hand looked cautious, but firm as he wielded his banjo like a club in both hands.
"Ok Sunshine, now that we are assembled," Music Man said ominously, as he leaned down towards a nervous Toy Chica.
"Let's start round two, shall we?"
Amidst all of the chaos that was happening inside the play ball room, Dee Dee hovered along the wall, moving up towards the open air vent.
Balloon Boy was no longer there, having taken the opportunity to escape when Dee Dee became distracted by Toy Freddy's sudden intervention.
Well, now there would be no more interventions, as far as Dee Dee was concerned.
Upon reaching the vent's entrance, she gripped its sides and peered in. It was mostly dark, with only the entry way being lit up by outside light. Yet that didn't bother Dee Dee, or rather it didn't bother Nightmare Foxy, her puppeteer.
He could see in the dark quite better than most.
It made sneaking up on prey all the more easier. Looking across the vent's metal floor Dee Dee could see tiny droplets of blood. The metallic scent alone made her mixed eyes glow with a burning bloodlust.
Her puppeteer Nightmare Foxy, the scent of blood brought back vivid memories of hunting Tommy.
His screams, his blood and above all his fear, it all came rushing back like a flood.
Yet Nightmare Foxy with some effort pushed those memories aside. A real hunt lay ahead of him and he needed to focus.
Expressing his desire through Dee Dee, the child animatronic smiled, her smile being one of unrestrained excitement.
She clambered into the vent and started to crawl forward. Despite no longer having feet, with them being completely shredded off by Toy Freddy's attack, she could still move relatively quickly.
Yet there was a constant throbbing pain from her legs and it took an immense amount of willpower for Dee Dee to ignore. Thankfully Nightmare Foxy himself wasn't directly affected. His own form was mostly safe within Dee Dee innards, even though he could feel her own pain.
He still had his legs and if Dee Dee were to be damaged beyond the point of recovery, then he could easily exit the animatronic and fight the Fazbears himself directly.
Dee Dee was just a second skin, an outer protective shell.
With Nightmare Four being a natural hunter, he knew the importance of being quiet when in the pursuit of prey.
Arguably out of the Nightmares he was the best suited to the hunt.
Although Nightmare Fredbear, Plushtrap, Nightmare Balloon Boy, Nightmare Mangle, Nightmarionne and Nightmare would all argue otherwise.
Yet, it didn't matter, for Nightmare Foxy knew his own strengths.
Using Dee Dee's body to move, Nightmare Foxy shuffled through the vent, the smell of Balloon Boy's blood was fairly strong and if there were any junctions up ahead he would easily know which one he went down.
Dee Dee growled, it being a mixture between a childish giggle and demonic snarl.
She dimmed the glow from her eyes to avoid detection and continued to move forward at a steady pace. In her mind, or rather Nightmare Foxy's mind, there only existed one desire.
Just as had he had done to Thomas Afton, he was adamant to do the same to Balloon Boy. Even if he couldn't kill Balloon Boy, he was determined to leave his mark on the poor boy.
The stinging sensation that came from Dee Dee's open eye socket reminded him of BB's tenacity when boxed into a corner.
The kid was smart, so Nightmare Foxy needed to be clever.
No one was infallible and if BB ever thought that he was, Nightmare Foxy was resolved to prove him wrong.
Dead wrong, if needs be. . .
Just to make things clear, Dee Dee isn't her own person, she has no independent will of her own, as all of her mannerisms and attributes come from Nightmare Foxy, despite me shifting the perspective back and forth between the two.
It is the same premise for the other three possessed animatronics: Lefty, Rockstar Bonnie and Funtime Chica.
It also extends to all of the other animatronics: Candy and the Gang, the Rockstars, Mediocre Melodies, Music Man and so on. They are just puppets under the Nightmares' control.
As I said at the beginning, the song that I intended to include will be in the next chapter.
Thank you for reading, hope that you are all enjoying the story so far.
Do please review, I appreciate your thoughts.