Fazbear Escape

by Comedy Monarchy

Escape...everyone wants to escape the past, for Freddy Fazbear and the others, it is no different. Even though you may not be interested in the past, however dark and chaotic it is, it is most certainly interested in you. After all, one's interpretation of events are not so clear cut when you look at them again... (New cover image is by maskedhatterdoodles on Tumblr).

68. Marred Memories and a Mauled Awaking

It has been a long wait, but I always deliver in the end.

This is a super long chapter, probably my biggest chapter for this story. . .for now.

However in other news, wow, what a past month it has been for FNAF, the Ruin DLC Tralier, The FNAF film trailer and then FNAF Help Wanted 2 trailer and all three are coming out later this year. Ruin is only a month away, I am ecstatic!

Also there are still the Tales from the Pizziaplex books series coming out and 'Tiger Rock' is coming out in July. . .I hope see to more of the Mimic and understand just what exactly it is. William Afton and Henry Emily parallels aside.

The film trailer, after so many years in production hell it has finally arrived and boy does it look good! I was blown out of my mind with almost every single scene, but the real life designs of the animatronics took the cake for me, I like the red eyes. . .and no, they are not high. Someone will probably write a parody fanfic of where that is the case, hey drugs make you hallucinate, that could be why they killed the previous nightguards. Someone write that if they haven't already.

2023 is shaping up to be the year of Five Nights at Freddy's, we are going to be eating good this year!

God, I hope that the franchise doesn't go downhill after this. . .everything has its peak after all, but I intend to be here until the franchise's final instalment.

A huge thank you to everyone's patience first off and for staying with this story.

Thank you to the following: Jackie44 and Doggy Bye for favouriting this story.

Thank you as well to AugustFrost for your review. Yes you can't forget the Possessed Prop Suits, they have a part to play in what is going to unfold and they provide an window on the plight of the murdered security guards from the games, vengeance breeding vengeance. People with an axe to grind when they are in the prime moment to indulge in their vengeance will drag it out for all that it is worth.

Chica and Foxy don't have the right to catch a break, they're Fazbears their lives are meant to be hard. Bendy and the Ink Machine has such an interesting storyline, lore and an array of characters, not to mention a lot of potential where it and FNAF can crossover. Yes Vincent knew about Tommy's plight, he is a bad parent despite the fact he does genuinely care for his children, but his ways of 'fixing' things is far beyond the pale.

Joey Drew's life giving ink (that's how I understand) is centred around using emotions to manifest mental creations into actual being; it follows a similar line to the use of agony from the Fazbear Fright book series.

Do please enjoy as always, apologies for any grammar mistakes that I have missed.

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Chapter 67

Marred Memories and a Mauled Awaking

"Shhh. . .I have been looking for you and now I will never let you go."

Lefty from Ultimate Custom Night 2018

Goldie continued to peer into countless memories to quickly determine if he was on the right course; although what he did see both confirmed and confused him at times.

In one scene he saw what looked like tall humanoid flesh monsters chasing Vincent Afton throughout his basement workshop. This was followed by a few of said flesh monsters threatening the Funtime animatronics. They were now active and looking very confused and frightened at what the chaos unfolding around them; all the while numerous loud security alarms repeated blared out the words 'Security breach!'.

The monsters themselves were fast, jumping and crawling at a tremendous speed with Vincent being barely able to stay ahead of them as he spirited for safety. The creatures screamed an unworldly growl, with their Venus trap like mouths, revealing rows of vicious teeth that lined a terrifying inner maw that was indeed their throat. When standing fully upright they appeared to be a man and a half in height, yet they were bony and thin, almost skeletal in their appearance and yet their physical strength and stamina was not limited by such an appearance.

To Goldie, these unholy creatures were akin to demons from a hellish realm, a mirror world, some upside down dimension that was a twisted version of his own. For all the folklore and urban legends, he had heard over the years, these things were far beyond the wildest stories.

Evidently Vincent survived this encounter, despite its intensity so Goldie quickly departed the memory.

In another, he witnessed the first missing children's' incident and swiftly departed, not wanting to see the murderous act first-hand from Vincent's perspective. Looking through the eyes of Vincent inside SpringBonnie, glaring down at the terrified eyes of the soon to be murdered children, Goldie didn't want to experience it.

He had previously seen the bloody incident beforehand through the eyes of the ghost child Thomas who still resided inside him. Although. . .now that Goldie thought about it for a moment; it did dawn on him that Thomas's presence had been non-existent recently. Since encountering Vincent again, he hadn't truly felt any sudden surge in violate emotions that always preceded possession.

Thomas had been strangely silent, which was concerning, but not overall worrying; Goldie had more pressing priorities right now.

He kept passing through countless memories and all the while he could hear the distant echoing screams of Vincent himself, terrified at the horrors which Goldie had subjected him to.

It was literal music to Goldie's ears, but the Fazbear continued to search for that elusive memory, but he had some issues. Namely that Vincent's memories weren't in complete chronological order.

One memory was Vincent building Circus Baby, carefully moulding the plastic faceplates whilst her half-built seven foot endoskeleton was propped upright by a metallic stand.

The second memory consisted of Vincent conversing with Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie in their pizzeria in 1987; but the third memory shown a concerned Vincent running after a toddler aged Elizabeth in his house, with Elizabeth laughing wildly as she dragged a toy microphone set behind her, but this had to be in the 1970s.

The fourth memory revealed Vincent to be in the wings of a show stage in a theatre, conserving with someone in close company.

That certain someone caught Goldie's attention and he delayed leaving the memory, lingering in the shadows of the stage curtain, not that it mattered as he was a ghost here, unseen and unheard.

This memory's version of Vincent was young, early to mid-twenties if Goldie had to guess; same age as the woman whom Vincent's attention was solely focused on.

The woman herself was remarkedly beautiful, with enchanting blue eyes and silkily brown hair that was all braided up in a bun. She wore a blue and purple dress skirt, it looked pretty, very much like a ballerina, right down to the blue nylon leg tights and elegant dance shoes.

Both she and Vincent looked very happy; her mannerisms were more of wonderment and surprise, whilst Vincent's demeanour was entirely one of enthusiasm.

The significance of the moment only dawned on Goldie when Vincent got down on one knee and pulled out a small red square box from his trouser pocket.

He was proposing to her. . .to the future Mrs Afton.

Goldie didn't need to hear her name to know who she was.

"Evelyn Afton," he whispered to himself, allowing the moment to fully sink in. Equally, he then recognised the overwhelming resemblance that Evelyn held to Ballora the Ballerina, the Funtime Animatronic.

She was the animatronic's inspiration, she had to be, the resemblance was uncanny.

Evelyn clasped her mouth with surprise and joy, quite unable to believe what was happening before her very eyes, that this was thee moment of proposal.

For Goldie, it felt very strange to witness this beautiful and truly innocent moment in Vincent's life. Considering everything that would follow it, this scene belonged to a very different life, to a man who was the very opposite of the Vincent Afton that he personally knew.

Goldie could feel an emptiness towards the scene as it played out, he dismissed the romantic overtures; this scene had no bearing in the present day, but it did raise questions.

What had happened to Evelyn Afton?

Did she die, did she divorce Vincent and leave him in the end? Yet if so, why was she unable to take the children with her, or did Vincent somehow gain full custody of them?

"I accept Vincent, I do, in my heart I know my decision!" Evelyn remarked elated, as she accepted the emerald ring, with Vincent carefully slipping it onto her fourth finger of her left hand.

"Whose parents should we call, I know that your father had been hoping that you would marry before he reaches retirement?" Vincent asked joyfully to which Evelyn laughed heartily because it had been brought up repeatedly.

"My father, no, it is your mother who should get the first call, with the not so subtle hints that she's been dropping about having grandchildren!"

"My mother is it then, no doubt that she'll want to talk for ages about our happiness," Vincent agreed heartily.

"Two hours plus!" Evelyn sniggered as she hugged Vincent tightly, before proceeding to lift up her legs and wrap them around his waist, with him holding her back to support her weight.

The two embraced eachother, with the moment stretching out for what felt like an entirety to Goldie. Meanwhile the sounds of visiting crowds and theatre staff members running about in the background echoed loudly.

The couple's love for eachother was beyond doubt, but Goldie felt uneasy seeing Vincent as something other than a child murdering, calculating, vengeful and insane monster in human form. The change from the young, hopeful, caring man who stood before him to. . .the blood crazed demon that stalked Goldie and his family for decades was startling.

Did the loss of Vincent's children wipe those traits away completely?

"Do you think about these moments Vincent, when you are alone, do you compare and contrast yourself to who you once were?" Goldie asked observantly, but he couldn't hold back the venom in his voice, the raw anger which he felt burning in his heart.

"Do you even recognise yourself in the mirror Vincent?"

Goldie turned to go, leaving the newly engaged Afton couple alone to enjoy their happiness, as irrelevant as it was to him personally.

Under his breath Goldie bitterly muttered.

"I hope that you secretly hate what you have become Vincent, you hold your children in the highest of regard and you certainly didn't like seeing yourself murder them in front of you."

"Still, let's keep exploring. . ."

Going forward, Goldie was quicker in deciding whether the next memory he arrived in was indeed the one he was looking for.

Words, places, what Vincent was immediately doing when Goldie arrived. He created a swift judgement of the possibility of having found the right memory and when he concluded that he had not, he was gone in the blink of an eye. Eventually, after constant searching Goldie stumbled into what he believed to be memory number 178, or maybe 214, perhaps 357, he had already lost count.

Goldie found himself in a dark room with Vincent, whose attention was solely focused on a piece of paper that he held out before him. He was reading it, his focus was intense, his expression one of both shock and fear. He was shaking, his hands were trembling as he tightly held both the piece of paper and. . .

Goldie's eyes widen the moment he saw it.

In Vincent's other shaky hand, was a Fredbear plushie, a little faded with age, but its golden yellow fur with its purple hat and bowtie stood out to Goldie as clear as day.

It was the same Fredbear Plushie that Vincent had been holding in his arms a short while earlier, with the Circus Baby and Foxy Plushies; when he had been explaining his motivation.

Thomas Afton's Fredbear plushie. Goldie wasn't surprised that Vincent had kept it, his love for his children was undeniable.

"God help their souls when I tell them the truth," Goldie thought wearily to himself, shaking his head.

He did feel sorry for the Afton children, to break the news that their father was a child murderer and had caused an unmeasurable amount of pain would be indescribable. Yet, he had to do it to break the cycle, expose Vincent and help heal the wounds as best he could.

Returning his focus to the present, Goldie's attention was drawn to the letter. Walking forward, so he was standing right behind Vincent, Goldie leaned over his shoulder and saw in full the letter's contents.

Vincent's panic was well understood, his eyes scanning over details that would only be known to himself.

"We are aware, of what you did Vincent Afton, we know of your direct involvement in the sadistic murder of children at Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria establishments, as well as your strong desire to inflict even more harm onto the Fazbear family that resides within."

"In truth, we know everything that you've done since June 1983, we've watched and listened for so long."

"The use of the SpringBonnie suit, hiding as a wolf in sheep's clothing, luring the children away to their deaths on the promise of enteral fun and happiness."

"Repeating the act again only a few days ago, with even greater results and despite the risks involved, your dedication whilst of great concern for others, is deeply admired by us."

Goldie's eyes widen that last part, speaking aloud with realisation.

"The reference to the first missing children incident in past tense and then referring to the second incident as recent puts this memory in late 1987."

His eyes then glanced over to Vincent's pale white face.

"Around about the same time you went into 'hiding', I wonder if Nightmare influenced your decision?" Goldie asked outloud, knowing full well that Vincent couldn't hear or see him.

Goldie continued to read the letter.

"We know that what you are reading must both confuse and terrify you, to know that someone else is aware of your crimes, your fear must be overwhelming."

That was an understatement given how Vincent looked right now; he appeared as though his life was ending. His insecurity was on full view for Goldie to see; in fact, his fear-stricken appearance reminded the Fazbear of how terrified and unnerved Vincent looked when Goldie vowed to inform his children on the deeds their 'dear father' had committed in their name.

Goldie resumed going through the letter, his eyes immediately catching the significance of the next few words.

"And to show that we are serious, that we truly know you mister Afton, does this explain your motive well enough?"

Goldie felt his heartbeat quicken and his eyes widen as his attention hung on the next several sentences.

"You lost your wife Evelyn in such tragic and accidental circumstances, the injustice of your children losing their caring and devoted mother and you losing the love of your life ate away at you and one day you decided to take all of your rage out on a random boy outside Fredbear's Family Diner."

"You plunged the knife into that boy several times, considering his displeasure at being locked outside disrespectable to your own pain; that it was insulting for him to be crying over something so trivial when your entire world had been shattered."

"And to make the point, you craved a smile into his paling face, before unceremoniously dumping his body in a ditch."

Goldie felt a stab of guilt in his heart, remembering that day.

"Charlie, SpringBonnie," he muttered, feeling a turbulent of sorrowful emotions wail about inside him.

"I am truly sorry for not helping either of you, I should have realised what was going on."

"I'll make it up to you both by ending this nightmare, I promise."

The letter continued, now touching on the Afton children's demise.

"You lost Thomas in Fredbear's jaws; he was crushed as Michael pushed him in, you heard his screams across the pizzeria, but you couldn't save him and nor could the doctors."

"Michael, he was troubled by the loss of his mother, you knew that he felt immensely guilty over his 'prank'; but in the end, he couldn't bear the trauma and took his own life."

"You reasoned he thought he was doing you a favour, removing a broken burden from yours and Elizabeth's life."

"You found him and kept Elizabeth from seeing her brother's pale lifeless body hanging by his neck from his bedroom's light with an electric cord."

"You know that you shouldn't have let him out of your sight, but you did for fleeting moment."

"Yet even for a girl as sweet as Elizabeth, death came for her as well; she was too good for this uncaring world."

"She wanted to make you 'proud', a good daughter to a grateful daddy."

Goldie could fully understand why Vincent looked absolutely terrified. These events were private, witnessed only by him and yet it was all being echoed back at him by a third party.

"You found her, dead in your workshop basement, you wondered and wonder still how she managed to get down there, but you knew that it would raise questions; so you moved her body before calling the ambulance."

In Goldie's mind, there was only one singular question.

How did the Nightmares know about any of these events when they were not present themselves?

Ok, Tommy's death was a public one, everyone at Fredbear and Friends saw it happen, but what about Michael's death, or Elizabeth's and those of the murdered children?

Only Vincent was present for those events, or at least their aftermath.

And yet, the letter had been written with such fine detail and seemingly from the perspective of someone who had been present to such events and judging by Vincent's horrified reaction it was clearly a massive revaluation for him.

"Now you know how being completely helpless and terrified feels Vincent, I intend to make you feel it endlessly for the rest of your life and hopefully that is what awaits you in the next," Goldie gloated, enjoying the scene far too much then he cared to admit.

He continued reading the letter, rapidly following every sentence with a ravenous desire to know more.

"We know that you enjoyed every second of your 'work', watching the light fade away from the children's eyes as they emotionally drowned in never ending fear. . .you wanted to be the last thing that they saw."

"A life for a life, or a few dozen in your case."

"You loved being the one in charge Vincent, in control of life and death, reclaiming what you perceived to have lost, it became addictive. . .didn't it?"

Goldie felt his anger rise once more at those words, he hated how Vincent (or anyone with his mindset) could draw pleasure from such a vile act.

There were many descriptions that could be attached to child murder; cold, hideous, sickening, unthinkable, monstrous, murderous, unhuman, cruel, sinister and countless others.

Yet, it was and always will be an evil act for which there was no justification; no plea for mercy from the guilty could exempt them from the consequences, not that Vincent ever asked for it.

He knew what he did was unforgivable, yet him just knowing that it was wrong made it more despicable. He just didn't care, a fact that Vincent had already openly admitted. Goldie's insides became increasingly twisted the more he read. He wanted to strangle Vincent, just reach out and watch the life drain away from his eyes as the devil hopefully came to collect its due.

Goldie then caught the very end of the letter, it seems that the Nightmares were on the same train of thought.

"Yet, it seems that your enemies have become fully aware as to the identity of the one responsible for all of their pain. . .you. Now you face a dead end, for they will try to find you and you know what will happen if they catch you, for your luck has almost run out."

Then came the true heart of the matter . . .the proposal.

"However, our goals and yours, just so happen to align in this instance, for we too yearn to bring down the Fazbears to strip them of everything they hold onto, before finally delivering them into the depths of hell that await to swallow them whole. . ."

"If you accept our offer of help, then together, we can both be satisfied, for an enemy of my enemy is my friend. . ."

The wording, it sounded. . .personal and yet Goldie knew that neither he nor the others knew about the Nightmares at this point.

"Why do you hate us so much?" Goldie openly asked, voicing his thoughts.

"At this present moment in time, why did you conclude that getting rid of us would free you from Tommy?"

The strong desire for bloodshed and vengeance flowed out of the letter like a harsh cold wind.

The intention was obivious, the Nightmares knew that Vincent had got himself into a corner and they were offering to help bail him out of it at what appeared to be a fair price, but Goldie knew better. The Nightmares knowing the truth about Vincent's dark past was clearly leverage and beyond that blackmail. Frankly Vincent didn't have any choice, not that the Nightmares had spelt out to him what would happen if he refused their offer, but Goldie had a fair idea of what it entailed.

Then he saw what Vincent had seen, as the man was now looking straight ahead, towards the opposing doorway.

There was a shadowy figure here, staring at them both.

Those all too familiar red scarlet eyes. . .

Nightmare was making his appearance, possibly his first to Vincent.

"Who are you?" Vincent demanded impatiently.

The figure gave him no reply, they just kept starting.

"What you do you want?" Vincent asked again.

Again, only silence came.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Still nothing.

"Your letter said that you offered to help me, well, I am genuinely curious and inclined to accept, despite my strong reservations."

"You have reservations about helping a demonic nightmare family, but you were completely fine with murdering a bunch of innocent kids," Goldie growled in disgust as he briefly glared at Vincent.

Yet this version of Vincent, being just a memory ignored Goldie, although the latter wished for it to be real for once. Just to see the mental backflips in logic that Vincent would try to pull to justify his actions.

"How will you contact me, I don't even know how you came to know me!" Vincent stated, as his frustration morphed into open anger.

"We've been living in the shadows," the figure finally said, their tone was cold, stern, and demonic, yet they spoke softly, almost in whisper.

Seeing Vincent jump out of his skin was amusing to Goldie, but he remained focused on the figure's words.

"We know you, mister Afton, our end goals are the same, but we'll speak again very soon on such matters further."

Yet Vincent insisted on getting an answer of sorts.

"What is your reason for wanting to go against the Fazbears, what have they done to you exactly?" he asked, sounding both annoyed and tired.

"I would like to have an answer to that as well," Goldie muttered suspiciously.

"It is not what they've done, but rather what they can give us through their deaths," the figure replied, again their tone was both soft and stern, yet it came across as sounding casual.

"What do you mean through their deaths, you know my motivation, what is yours, why do you want to help me, I am entitled to ask?" Vincent enquired clearly frustrated and Goldie couldn't fully blame him for wanting a straight answer.

For a while the figure said nothing, seeming to be thinking on Vincent's words and an uneasy silence developed, amidst the flickering light from Vincent's torch.

Yet it eventually came.

"Enough has been said for now, the rest shall be revealed later. . ."

The figure seemed to be moving backwards, further into the darkness and in doing so, Vincent let his anger be known.

"No, you don't just get to leave without giving me any answers, cut the bullshit and tell me what is going on!" he yelled, clearly enraged.

"I hate how much I am agreeing with you right now mister Afton," Goldie muttered venomously under his breath.

"In fact, it sickens me to my stomach even to admit it."

Yet the vanishing figure only replied with.

"Shhhhhhh. . ."

Vincent somehow regained his capability to move and marched forward, determined to reveal the identity of the figure. Goldie immediately followed, equally set on finding out as well.

However, when Vincent shone his torch in the figure's direction, it revealed nothing but a gloomy empty hallway.

Goldie quickly pursued Vincent, as the latter swiftly moved down the hall, before turning right towards one of the rooms, opening the door and disappearing inside.

"How did Tommy's Fredbear plushie get lost from the rest of his friends?" Vincent asked to no one, just as Goldie ran through the doorway.

Upon approaching the man, Goldie saw him to be cradling the Fredbear plushie and one look at his immediate surroundings revealed the room's contents and its original owner.

It was Thomas Afton's bedroom, dotted with plushies on the bed and the large looming two shutter door closet which seemed to cast an unseen shadow across the dimly lit room.

It seemed an unsettling piece of furniture to have in a child's bedroom, compared to the plushies, toy robot, purple phone playset, green caterpillar and the seemingly active lava lamp.

"Why would that creature take you Fredbear?" Vincent asked the plushie, staring longingly at it, his green eyes boring into its white dots for pupils.

"And how did they know about the missing children, there was no one else but me in that room?"

"Maybe you were seen mister Afton, that letter was written in such detail that it is very hard to believe otherwise," Goldie muttered observantly, casting his eyes further around the bedroom.

"You've kept Thomas's room in near perfect condition, it is almost as though he is still living in it," he remarked plainly, noting the its tidy appearance.

"It is like a shrine, you've properly maintained Elizabeth's and Michael's rooms in the same way, unable to let them go."

"Yet, right now, you are terrified to your core with what that figure. . . Nightmare has revealed to you," Goldie whispered coldly, turning his gaze back towards Vincent, who was now running his hands through his hair with naked worry.

"And yet, I need to explore more, as much as I would love to stay and see you suffer."

"I need to see when you meet Nightmare, when you forged your unholy pact."

Goldie turned to go, leaving the memory. . .

"I'm sorry. . ."

Goldie halted in mid-step and turned to looked back.

Vincent was now on his knees, clutching not just the Fredbear plushie, but numerous other plushies too.

Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, Mangle, Puppet, Balloon Boy, Toy Freddy. Those latter ones wouldn't have existed in Thomas's short lifetime, so Vincent must have been gathering a collection for him.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save you Thomas, Michael, Elizabeth," Vincent whispered, but his tone carried a deep sorrow and what seemed like regret, fleeting, but somewhat noticeable.

"What I have done for you is unforgivable, but I will set you to rest, I will avenge you, I promise."

"This is my way of making things right."

Goldie lowered his shoulders and shrugged, the more he watched Vincent, the more the image of a heart broken man formed. He was still an evil and bloodthirsty person with a murderous desire for revenge, but his pain ran deep, like a wound of the heart that refused to cease bleeding.

Goldie turned away, leaving Vincent alone with his sorrow; time was still of the essence.

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Meanwhile. . .

Puppet groaned under the mental pressure, feeling the heavy weight of the Possessed Prop Suits and the Nightmare controlled animatronics attacking from outside the small stone dome that she summoned.

"Please hurry up Goldie," she whispered through bated breath.

"I can only keep them at bay for so long."

One moment she was keeping an eye on Goldie and Vincent whilst they were in their 'mind meld' and suddenly nearly all of the Possessed Prop Suits in the room came charging over in her direction; whilst screaming an unholy choir that sounded like metal grinding against stone.

To say it jumped Puppet right out of her skin would be an understatement, but something else shocked her even more.

Before any of the Possessed Prop Suits could get the jump on her, Rockstar Bonnie brutally slammed into them with his guitar, wielding it like an axe.

He slashed, kicked, punched and roared in open frustration at the former night guards, demanding them to not harm Vincent and to stay back.

Rockstar Bonnie then ordered his co-Rockstars Chica, Freddy and Foxy to guard against the Possessed Prop Suits, but if he had hoped the show of animatronic force would intimidate the former night guards, he was sadly mistaken. . . gravely.

In a matter of moments, the Possessed Prop Suits were completely over them, attacking like a pack of feral animals, without care or reason, whilst screaming blue murder through their battered voice boxes.

Puppet had used the distraction to mentally create a stone brick dome over Vincent, Goldie and herself. Keeping the former pair safe from being disturbed, whilst Goldie underwent his exploration of Vincent's memories.

"GET BACK YOU TRAITORS!" Rockstar Bonnie screamed, followed by sounds of metal being wacked and the ear-piercing screams of Possessed Prop Suits.

"WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING US?"

The Rockstar animatronic got no answer, just more vengeful cries, as the Possessed Prop Suits attacked everyone and everything in sight.

Some went straight for Rockstar Bonnie and his animatronic cohort, whilst others hammered away at the stone dome, their heavy blows traveling through the stone brickwork.

"You are not getting through, not if I can't help it," Puppet whispered defiantly through gritted teeth, maintaining her mental pressure to keep the walls study.

THUMP!

THUMP!

There were two loud impacts from above as 'something' undeniably heavy landed on the roof of the stone dome.

It followed by the combined sounds of rapid scrambling and hard punching.

"No, you don't!" Puppet hissed, raising her hand to mentally keep that section of the wall intact.

A few stones were loosened from their holdings, creating gaps that let in light from the outside.

"You are not getting in!" Puppet yelled defensively, raising her hand higher to mentally force the gaps shut.

Yet those same holes also revealed the cause.

Two bright colourful animatronic cats glared through the small openings. One was a blue male and the other a pink female, given the eyelashes, yet they both sported brown golden eyes.

Enough of the pair was revealed for Puppet to see their respective name tags: Candy and Cindy.

The latter cat let out a vicious feral roar.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!"

She started to manically claw through the gap with one of her arms. The target for her sharp talons being the Puppet.

Cindy's arm was met with the sharp crack of Puppet's string whip, snapping against the cat animatronic's purple arm with a metallic clang.

Cindy screamed in protest withdrawing her arm, with Candy punching away at more of the stone wall with increased strength.

Puppet narrowed her eyes, openly fuming at the animatronic pair, conscious that they weren't the only ones attacking her stone dome.

The constant thumps from the Possessed Prop Suits outside were a constant reminder of that fact.

"GET THROUGH TO VINCENT, CINDY AND CANDY, KILL PUPPET!" Rockstar Bonnie roared, followed by a sizable smack against the wall, which caused numerous stones to rattle and loosen, creating a significant indent.

"Golde hurry up please!" Puppet begged through gritted teeth, as she loosen another throw of her whip at Candy who had punched another hole in the stone wall.

"I really can't keep this up for long!"

Puppet outstretched with her other arm and mentally forced the stone bricks back into place, resealing Candy's newly made breach, much to his vocal frustration.

Cindy however continued to attack relentlessly, persistently ripping into the stone wall, and reaching in to try and grab Puppet.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!" Cindy's scream was a high pitch mechanical roar filled with static.

SLASH!

Puppet threw her whip long and brought it hard across Cindy's face. The impact was strong enough to rip away at the pink paint job, leaving a vicious looking curved scar running across Cindy's left eye, nose and ending at the right side of her jaw.

Cindy scowled, her eyes holding a murderous sentiment as she barred her sharp animatronic teeth.

THUMP!

Another hole was forced into Puppet's wall as Candy effectively slammed himself into the stone bricks, bursting in and falling through.

He landed on all fours like an actual cat. His cold narrowed golden eyes always on Puppet, as he rose fully upright. Yet Puppet only returned with a determined expression of her own, raising her string whips in a ready pose to strike as she positioned herself before Vincent and Goldie, deliberately barring Candy's way.

"If you want to get Vincent back, you'll have to tear me to shreds, but be warned kitty, I've had past experiences of tearing myself apart and I've put myself back together again, every single time!" Puppet remarked threateningly with narrowed eyes.

Candy didn't reply, if he was capable of speech, he didn't reveal it.

Instead, he merely raised his hands, the ends of which quickly extended into sharp cat claws, to the point where they looked like slasher knives.

BANG!

A series of stone bricks came flying out from the side and for a moment, Puppet, Candy and even Cindy from up high turned in its direction to see Rockstar Bonnie glaring through the hole he had just created with his guitar.

Only Rockstar Bonnie now looked considerably different to when Puppet last saw him.

For starters, he had lost both the top ends of his bunny ears and one of his green eyes. It was his right one, it had been completely pulled, if not torn out along with a sizeable part of the right side of his face.

His casing on his arms and legs had been badly cracked or yanked clean off as well, revealing the endoskeleton frame underneath with its twisted joints and gears.

"TEAR PUPPET TO SHREDS AND GET VINCENT OUT OF THERE!" Rockstar Bonnie yelled ferociously.

He raised his battered guitar like a hammer and slammed it hard against the stone wall, further enlarging the hole he had already created.

"OR ELSE I'LL GET IN THERE AND DO THE DAMM JOB MYSELF!"

"AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!" came a high pitch wail as two Possessed Prop Suits suddenly jumped him, one latching itself onto his back and the other clinging onto his left side. Rockstar Bonnie staggered forward under his attackers' combined weight.

"C. . .R. . .U. . .E. . .L C. . .R. . .E. . .A. . .T. . .I. . .O. . .N. . .S O. . .F A C. . .H. . .I. . .L. . .D M. . .U. . .R. . .D. . .E. . .R. . .I. . .N. . .G M. .. O. . .N. . .S. . .T. . .E. . .R!" (CRUEL CREATIONS OF A CHILD MURDERING MONSTER!) one Possessed Prop Suit screamed, viciously tearing into Rockstar Bonnie's chest, digging in deep with their metallic hands.

"T. . .H. . .E N. . .I. . .G. . .H. . .T. . .M. . .A. . .R. . .E O. . .F F. . .R. . .E. . .D. . .D. . .Y F. . .A. . .Z. . .B. . .E. . .A. . .R. . .S E. . .N. . .D. . .S T. . .O. . .D. . .A. . .Y!" (THE NIGHTMARE OF FREDDY FAZBEARS ENDS TODAY!)

"CANDY, CINDY, KILL PUPPET NOW!" Rockstar Bonnie shouted desperately, swinging his guitar like an axe, as he furiously fought back against his attackers.

"DO IT!"

Without a single moment's hesitation Candy leapt forward, claws raised and mouth wide open, showing his sharp teeth.

Puppet had enough time to react and swing her string whips downward, which slashed Candy across his head from top to bottom, but he was able to grab hold of her chest.

The impact of Candy's heavy metallic body knocked Puppet to the ground. She fell to the floor, with Candy falling on top of her.

Puppet kicked upwards against Candy's chest; it was enough to keep him from crushing her with his bulky frame.

Meanwhile, there came the mechanical thud of Cindy landing, as she jumped into the dome from the new hole she had made in its roof.

However, it was followed by sounds of others entering from Rockstar Bonnie's hole in the wall.

The trio turned to see three Possessed Prop Suit clamber into the dome, their bodies making a chorus of clicking gears and bending joints.

Two of them immediately made a beeline for Cindy, whilst the third continued walking, or rather shambling forward towards the immobilised pair of Vincent and Goldie.

They gave Puppet a brief glance and the aged casting around their mouth stretched into a smile, revealing blacken human teeth entangled with the rusted endo jaw.

"H. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o, h. . . e. . .l. . .l. . .o, h. .. e. . .l. . . l. . . o P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t, I c. . .a. . .n s. . .e. . .e t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e i. . .n q. . .u. . .i. . .t. . .e t. . .h. . .e p. . . r. . .e. . .d. . .i. . .c. . .a. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t t. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .e; I c. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d g. . .i. . .v. . .e y. . .o. . .u a. . .d. . .v. . .i. . .c. . .e o. . .n h. . .o. . .w t. . .o s. . .u. . .r. . .v. . .i. . .v. . .e t. . .h. . .e a. . .n. . .i. . .m. . .a. . .t. . .r. . .o. . .n. . .i. . .c. . .s, b. . .u. . .t i. . .t f. . .e. . .e. . .l. . .s m. . .u. . .c. . .h m. . .o. . .r. . .e f. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g t. . .o j. . .u. . .s. . .t l. . .e. . .t y. . .o. . .u d. . .i. . .e i. . .n. . .s. . .t. . .e. . .a. . .d." (Hello, hello, hello Puppet, I can see that you are in quite the predicament there; I could give you advice on how to survive the animatronics, but it feels much more fitting to just let you die instead.)

The classic 'hello hello hello' line revealed them to be Phone Guy.

"Phone Guy, please don't kill them, Goldie is finding out Vincent's plans!" Puppet yelled desperately, as she grappled with Candy, who grabbed her by the throat with one of his claws, hissing at her fiercely like an actual cat.

"There is far more going on than we know!" Puppet shouted, whilst fiercely punching Candy in the face to knock him off her.

"R. . .i. . .n. . .g, r. . .i. . .n. . .g, r. . .i. . .n. . .g, i. . .n. . .c. . .o. . .m. . .i. . .n. . .g p. . .h. . .o. . .n. . .e m. . .e. . .s. . .s. . .a. . .g. . .e to P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t, I d. . .o n. . .o. . .t c. . .a. . .r. . .e i. . .n t. . .h. . .e s. . .l. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t. . .e. . .s. . .t," (Ring, ring, ring, incoming phone message to Puppet, I do not care in the slightest.) Phone Guy remarked dismissively, but there was a strong undertone of bitterness in his voice, despite the static.

He turned his attention back to the frozen duo of Goldie and Vincent. Phone Guy, no Stanley as he was really called felt the rage build up inside him; as he narrowed his rusted eyebrows and gritted his rotting teeth together, emitting a vicious mechanical growl.

"M. . .y l. . .o. . .n. . .g a. . .n. . .d h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .i. . .s. . .h s. . .h. . .i. . .f. . .t i. . .n l. . .i. . .m. . .b. . .o e. . .n. . .d. . .s r. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t h. . .e. . .r. . .e," (My long and hellish shift in limbo ends right here.) he whispered determinedly.

"I a. . .m c. . .l. . .o. . .c. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .g o. . .u. . .t f. . .o. . .r. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r a. . .n. . .d I h. . .a. . .v. . .e t. . .h. . .e m. . .e. . .a. . .n. . .s t. . .o d. . .o i. . .t." (I am clocking out forever and I have the means to do it.)

He reached into one of the larger gaps dotted across his body and pulled out a hook. It had originally belonged to Rockstar Foxy, up until Phone Guy had managed to pin the Rockstar animatronic down and rip the hook off its left hand.

It had taken lot of Phone Guy's strength, but he managed. This being in despite of Rockstar Foxy succeeding in mangling his right side when he chomped down onto his right shoulder, hence his limp.

Phone Guy steadily approached Vincent and Goldie. They were as still as statues, with blue strings pouring out of Goldie's dark red eyes into Vincent's terrified green pupils.

"A. . .n i. . .n. . .t. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .s. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g p. . .a. . .r. . .t. . .y t. . .r. . .i. . .c. . .k y. . .o. . .u g. . .o. . .t t. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .e G. . .o. . .l. . .d. . .i. . .e," (An interesting party trick you got there Goldie,) Phone Guy muttered mockingly, although he had to admit he was genuinely a little bit intrigued by the spectacle.

He grabbed hold of Vincent's head and slowly pushed it to one side, fully exposing the man's neck. Phone Guy raised Rockstar Foxy's hook, aiming to rip right into Vincent's throat and severe the man's jugular vein. With that gone Vincent would quickly choke to death on his own blood as it filled his lungs.

Phone Guy leaned with an enthusiastic smile, looking as hopeful as his rusted facial features would allow, before whispering venomously in Vincent's ear.

"H. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o, h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o, h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o, i. . .f y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e h. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .i. . .n. . .g t. . .h. . .i. . .s m. . .i. . .s. . .t. . .e. . .r A. . .f. . .t. . .o. . .n, t. . .h. . .e. . .n y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e a. . .b. . .o. . .u. . .t t. . .o b. . .e m. . .o. . .v. . .e. . .d o. . .v. . .e. . .r t. . .o t. . .h. . .e H. . .e. . .l. . .l s. . .h. . .i. . .f. . .t, w. . .e h. . .a. . .v. . .e a. . .n o. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .i. . .n. . .g f. . .o. . .r y. . .o. . .u." (Hello, hello, hello, if you are hearing this mister Afton, then you are about to be moved over to the Hell shift, we have an opening for you.)

"Y. . .e. . .t t. . .h. . .i. . .s m. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t i. . .s f. . .o. . . r t. . .h. . .o. . .s. . .e k. . .i. . .d. . .s, f. . .o. . .r t. . .h. . .e. . .i. . .r b. . .r. . .o. . .k. . .e. . .n f. . .a. . .m. . .i. . .l. . .i. . .e. . .s, f. . .o. . .r m. . .y f. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .n. . .d. . .s a. . .n. . .d m. . .e, w. . .h. . .o y. . .o. . .u d. . .r. . .a. . .g. . .g. . .e. . .d i. . .n. . .t. . .o t. . .h. . .i. . .s h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .s. . .c. . .a. . .p. . .e!" (Yet this moment is for those kids, for their broken families, for my friends and me, who you dragged into this hellscape!)

"NO!" Puppet screamed frantically and using a strength that seemed to be far above her physical capacity, she forcibly shoved Candy upwards off her. She quickly slipped through his claws, crawling away, and spiriting straight for Phone Guy with the bulky Candy immediately giving chase.

"PHONE GUY, IF YOU KILL VINCENT, WE'LL LOSE OUR ONE CHANCE TO UNCOVER HOW HE PLANS TO END EVERYTHING AND STOP IT BEFORE IT HAPPENS!"

"E. . .v. . .e. . .r. . .y. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g s. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d e. . .n. . .d P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t, b. . .u. . .t m. . .y f. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .n. . .d. . .s a. . .n. . .d I a. . .r. . .e g. . .e. . .t. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g o. . .u. . .r s. . .a. . .l. . .v. . .a. . .t. . .i. . .o. . .n f. . i. . .r. . .s. . .t, w. . .h. . .a. . .t. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .s n. . .e. . .x. . .t, i. . .s m. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .l. . .y y. . .o. . .u. . .r c. . .o. . .n. . .c. . .e. . .r. . .n, n. . .o. . .t m. . .i. . .n. . .e," (Everything should end Puppet, but my friends and I are getting our salvation first, whatever happens next, is merely your concern, not mine). Phone Guy scoffed bitterly, not turning to look back at Puppet, his eyes remaining locked onto Vincent.

The sharp edge of Rockstar Foxy's hook came down and it pierced Vincent's skin, penetrating by some margin and quickly drawing blood.

THUMP!

Phone Guy stumbled forward, feeling the immediate impact of Puppet jumping onto his shoulders and swiftly wrapping her puppet strings around Phone Guy's hands, servely limiting his movements.

"I don't hate you Phone Guy, I really don't, but please stay out of our way, we are not your enemy," she hissed determinedly.

An amused mechanical chuckle escaped from Phone Guy's aged voice box; his faceplates twitched back and forth.

"I. . .f y. . .o. . .u h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .e. . .e. . .n l. . .i. . .k. . .e t. . .h. . .i. . .s w. . .h. . . e. . .n I w. . .a. . . s o. . .n n. . .i. . .g. . .h. . . t g. . .u. . .a. . .r . . .d d. . .u. . .t. . .y n. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .l. . .y t. . .h. . .r. . .e. . .e d. . .e. . .c. . .a. . .d. . .e. . .s a. . .g. . .o, I m. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .e. . .l. . .i. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .d y. . .o. . .u P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t." (If you have been like this when I was on night guard duty nearly three decades ago, I might have believed you Puppet.)

He turned his face as best he could to look back at her.

"T. . .r. . .u. . .l. . .y, I m. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t h. . .a. . .v. . .e." (Truly, I might have.)

Then he raised his discoloured eyebrows and said observantly, as shadow fell over them both.

"B. . .u. . .t w. . .e b. . .o. . .t. . .h g. . . o. . .t b. . .i. . .g. . .g. . .e. . .r p. . .r. . .o. . .b. . .l. . .e. . .m. . .s r. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t n. . .o. . .w, n. . .a. . .m. . .e. . .l. . .y c. . .a. . .t p. . .r. . .o. . .b. . .l. . .e. . .m. . .s." (But we both got bigger problems right now, namely cat problems.)

THUMP!

Puppet screamed in pain as she felt the heavy weight of Candy directly slam into her back and Phone Guy stumbled forward due to the force of Candy's movement; the former night guard mentally scolded himself for not reacting sooner.

His acquired hook was torn from Vincent's neck, leaving a nasty wound behind that continuously bleed, yet Phone Guy managed to retain a grip on the hook. Suddenly Candy's claw hands came round and grabbed hold of Phone Guy by the chest, pinning him in place with Puppet sandwiched in between the two. Candy immediately started using his physical strength to crush the pair, with Puppet experiencing it far worse than Phone Guy.

To make matters even worse, when Puppet looked upwards, she saw Candy looming over her with a mouth full of sharp teeth, plus his endo jaw.

In an instant he launched downwards and bit down on Puppet's head, quickly mounting the pressure.

"AAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!" Puppet screamed at the top of her lungs as agony surged through her head. She released Phone Guy from her string bindings so she could grip Candy's mouth and strained in trying to pry her head free from his teeth, feeling both sets of them penetrate the skin.

"B. . .a. . .d k. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .y!" (Bad kitty!) Phone Guy snarled, his voice breaking between moments of static, as he freed his arms.

"A. . .t F. . .r. . .e. . .d. . .d. . .y F. . .a. . .z. . .b. . .e. . .a. . .r's w. . .e h. . .a. . .v. . .e a n. . .o a. . .n. . .i. . .m. . .a. . .l p. . .o. . .l. . .i. . .c. . .y!" (At Freddy Fazbear's we have a no animal policy) he yelled before using all his strength to twist round and jam his Foxy hook straight into Candy's right eye, plunging the hook deep into Candy's endo skull.

Candy howled in pain, it was an electrical cat's wail and yet he was somehow able to coordinate both hands. He reached up and firmly grab Phone Guy's arm, the one holding the hook and then his face.

Immediately, Candy began to squeeze, clamping down hard on the aged joints.

"AAARRRRHHHH!" Phone Guy yelled, as Candy merely tightened his hold on the Possessed Prop Suit's arm.

"G. . .E. . .T O. . .F. . .F M. . .E!" (GET OFF ME!) Phone Guy roared, struggling against the animatronic cat's ironclad grip. Candy's eyes were narrowed and filled with unbridled rage, as his claws penetrated the rusted casing on Phone Guy's arm. Meanwhile Candy's other hand claw steadily crushed the metallic frame of Phone Guy's face, pushing it inwards like a compactor and bending the inner endo joints and gears, not to mention the human remains of Phone Guy himself with the audible cracking of the bones that formed his withered skull.

Phone Guy's scream was an inhuman metallic wail, but the pain sounded as though it did belong to a living person.

The metallic and human screams echoed throughout the dome, with both Puppet and Phone Guy having the literal life squeezed out of them by a vengeful Candy, who kept the mounting the pressure despite his own injuries.

Cindy meanwhile was having an easier time of things as she wrestled with the other two Possessed Prop Suits, viciously bashing one against the nearby stone wall like a mere toy. The other one she simply threw down onto the floor with a considerable thud, before repeatedly stomping on their chest with her feet, the savage metallic crunching produced ear piercing electric agonised whines.

"PHONE GUY, RIP CANDY'S HEAD OFF!" Puppet screamed, pleading, not begging as Candy's teeth further bit down on her head, despite her efforts to pry herself free.

"STANLEYYYYYYYYYY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HELPPPPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEE!"

Somewhere, deep within himself, Phone Guy recognised the sincerity of Puppet's words.

Right now, if he didn't do something they were both going to die, and he didn't wish to experience such a horrifying and agonising sensation for a second time. Truth be told, he didn't know if he actually could die again and he didn't want to find out.

Despite the immense pain he was enduring, Phone Guy managed to pass his acquired hook from his right to his left hand which Candy had not pinned down.

A grave mistake. . .

Using his free left hand Phone Guy thrusted the hook forward, stabbing it not in Candy's left eye, but rather forcing it straight through Candy's head.

The blow was so strong that the hook burst out the other end, having gone through Candy's CLU, his central logic unit, the equivalent heart of his programming.

The result of such an act was what one would expect.

Candy's head jerked and twitched valiantly as open sparks flew from his joints and static intermixed with his metallic agonised howls.

"D. . .I. . .E!" (DIE!) Phone Guy screamed, twisting the hook around and inflicting further damage to Candy's inner electronics.

With Candy undergoing a mechanical failure Puppet seized the opportunity to pry her head out of the animatronic cat's jaws.

She succeeded in doing, but her head displayed several teeth marks which had left a number of considerable head wounds that openly bled.

With her head now free, Puppet punched upwards with significant force, directly hitting Candy's jaw, and making the animatronic stagger backwards, only for Phone Guy to follow up with another punch with his freed right hand to the opening on Candy's joint between his left shoulder and arm.

At the same time Phone Guy pulled the hook out of Candy's head, further damaging his electronics.

Puppet shoved herself with full force against Candy, knocking him further back and away from her immediate vicinity and that of Phone Guy's as well.

Candy looked up, his head still violently twitching with his unfocused eyes burning with rage, noting his two opponents who now stood side by side. They were clearly battered and injured, but they remained undaunted.

"T. . .h. . .i. . .s d. . .o. . .e. . .s. . .n't p. . .u. . .t u. . .s o. . .n t. . .h. . .e s. . .a. . .m. . .e t. . .e. . .a. . .m P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t, j. . .u. . .s. . .t b. . .e c. . .l. . .e. . .a. . .r!" (This doesn't put us on the same team Puppet, just be clear!) Phone Guy snarled, daring to glance at her before looking back at Candy.

"Hardly, but we need to keep Vincent alive, just long enough for Goldie to find out what he is up to," Puppet replied coldly, before softening saying.

"Thank you though, for helping me back there, you do still care."

Phone Guy looked away, mumbling something beneath his breath that was lost in the static his voice box emitted.

When he looked back at Puppet, he returned the conversation to the matter at hand, Vincent Afton.

"D. . .o. . .e. . .s i. . .t r. . .e. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r a. . .b. . .o. . .u. . .t V. . .i. . .n. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t t. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h, i. . .f w. . .e k. . .i. . .l. . .l h. . .i. . .m r. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t n. . .o. . .w t. . .h. . .e. . .n w. . .h. . .a. . .t. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r h. . .i. . .s f. . .u. . .t. . .u. . .r. . .e p. . .l. . .a. . .n. . .s a. . .r. . .e, t. . .h. . .e. . .y w. . .o. . .n't h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n, l. . .e. . .t's j. . .u. . .s. . .t k. . .i. . .l. . .l t. . .w. . .o b. . .i. . .r. . .ds w. . .i. . .t. . .h o. . .n. . .e s. . .t. . .o. . .n. . .e." (Does it really matter about Vincent though, if we kill him right now then whatever his future plans are, they won't happen, let's just kill two birds with one stone.)

Puppet couldn't doubt the wisdom of Phone Guy's words, it made perfect sense to just slit Vincent Afton's neck, regardless of whether he was aware of what was happening to him.

Hell. . .would take care of the rest.

Yet, Phone Guy didn't seem to fully realise the other part of the equation. The inclusion of the Nightmares and their role in everything, not to mention the fate of Thomas Afton.

Defeat Vincent, yes, but the Nightmare were another force to content with and if they had any surprises hidden in store, then they would more than likely have discussed them with Vincent.

"We will kill Vincent, but only when Goldie is finished going through his memories and has uncovered his future plans and more importantly the Nightmare's full intentions and only if Goldie agrees as well," Puppet stated firmly.

Phone Guy growled, clearly disapproving of the need to delay, not that it truly mattered to him. The Nightmares really weren't his problem to solve after all.

"A. . .r. . .e y. . .o. . .u a. . .c. . .t. . .u. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y g. . .o. . .i. . .n. . .g t. . .o d. . .e. . .c. . .i. . .d. . .e t. . .o k. . .i. . .l. . .l s. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .o. . .n. . .e b. . .y s. . .h. . .e. . .e. . .r f. . .u. . .c. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .g c. . .o. . .m. . .m. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .e P. . .u. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .t f. . .o. . .r G. . .o. . .d's s. . .a. . .k. . .e!" (Are you actually going to decide to kill someone by sheer fucking committee Puppet for God's sake!) Phone Guy stated, with clear and dumbstruck disbelief.

"I.. . .t i. . .s c. . .o. . .m. . .p. . .l. . .e. . .t. . .e. . .l. . .y u. . . n. . .n. . .e. . .c. . .e. . .s. . .s. . .a. . .r. . .y, V. . .i. . .n. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t i. . .s t. . .h. . .e p. . .r. . .i. . .m. . .a. . .r. . .y c. . .a. . .u. . .s. . .e, t. . .h. . .e N. . .i. . .g. . .h. . . t. . .m. . .a. . .r. . .e. . .s c. . .a. . .n b. . .e d. . .e. . .a. . .l. . . t w. . .i. . .t. . .h a. . .n. . .o. . .t. . .h. . .e. . .r t. . .i. . .m. . .e, b. . .e. . .s. . .t t. . .o n. . .o. . .t h. . .a. . .v. . .e t. . .w. . .o e. . .n. . .e. . .m. . .i. . .e. . .s r. . .e. . .m. . .a. . .i. . .n. . .i. . .n. . .g!" (It is completely unnecessary, Vincent is the primary cause, the Nightmares can be dealt with another time, best to not have two enemies remaining!) he argued passionately, his voice box struggling to process his words, evidently Candy had inflicted sufficient damage to it.

Puppet was about to argue back, when there was a sudden blast and stone bricks went flying everywhere.

From a new hole in the wall came another Possessed Prop Suit, flying through the gap and landing on floor with a considerable thud, amidst shattered stone bricks.

Punching additional stones aside Rockstar Bonnie emerged through the gap, only now he looked a lot worse for wear.

His entire body had almost been torn down to its endoskeleton frame, giving him a fragile appearance. Only his left shoulder pad, left hand, lower right leg, knee and foot remain undamaged, as was the majority of his face, well his left side at least.

Rockstar Bonnie looked beyond annoyed to put it lightly as he staggered forward. He had to practically gripping the edges of the stone wall as he dragged himself through, for so uneven was his balance.

He still held his guitar which looked to be servely torn up and nearly broken, bearing several indents along its once polished frame.

"If you want something done properly, then you have to do it yourself!" the Rockstar animatronic muttered angrily to themselves. It seemed unnerving to see how one side of his face was animated and alive, whereas the other half was just a bare endoskeleton skull that barely moved.

"God dammit, why did I put my faith in two ignorant cats," Rockstar Bonnie further remarked, glancing at Candy who was appeared to have physically stalled, whereas Cindy was too busy fighting off her two Possessed Prop Suit attackers to notice anything else.

The two Possessed Prop Suits kept on striking at the Cat animatronic with such savagery that they were oblivious to everything around them as well; including Rockstar Bonnie striding up to one of them and smacking them hard in the back of the head with his guitar.

The heavy impact knocked the lone Possessed Prop Suit to floor and out cold.

"That levels the field a bit," the Rockstar animatronic coldly stated, turning his sole remaining eye in both Puppet and Phone Guy's direction.

"Step aside, if you truly wish to live, I just want Vincent."

"T. . .o. . .o b. . .a. . .d 'B. . .o. . .n. . .n. . .i. . .e', h. . .e i. . .s. . .n't g. . .o. . .i. . .n. . .g a. . .n. . .y. . .w. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .e, a. . .n. . .d y. . .o. . .u c. . .a. . .n't e. . .x. . .a. . c. . .t. . .l. . .y k. . .i. . .l. . .l m. . .e," (Too bad 'Bonnie', he isn't going anywhere, and you can't exactly kill me,) Phone Guy sneered aggressively, posturing himself into a defensive stance.

"I won't let you rescue him Nightmare!" Puppet declared adamantly, drawing out her strings.

"Vincent won't live to see another sunrise after Goldie has retrieved what he needs."

"I tried to be fair and give you both a choice, but being civil was never really my strong point," Rockstar Bonnie muttered with much distain.

"I'll just have to fight you two then."

Phone Guy chuckled as he spoke with great irony, pointing at Rockstar Bonnie with his limp crushed right arm.

"Y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e n. . .o. . .t e. . .x. . .a. . .c. . .t. . .l. . .y i. . .n a. . .n i. . .d. . .e. . .a. . .l c. . .o. . .n. . .d. . .i. . .t. . .i. . .o. . .n t. . .o f. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t a. . .n. . .y. . .m. . .o. . .r. . .e, i. . .f a. . .n. . .y. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g y. . .o. . .u l. . .o. . .o. . .k f. . .a. . .r w. . .o. . .r. . .s. . .e t. . .h. . .a. . .n m. . .e!" (You are not in an ideal condition to fight any more, if anything you look far worse than me!)

Rockstar Bonnie sighed, shaking his lopsided head, but his tone didn't match his facial expression.

"Yes, it is a real shame that this body is worn out, but it is time to shred this second skin," he remarked ominously.

"It is time for the nightmare to come out and play!"

Suddenly, Rockstar Bonnie went completely limp, with his bare endoskeleton arms dropping by his side, letting his guitar fall to the floor. His jaw remained opened as his bashed in head tilted to his left side.

Out of his bare chest flew a ball of yellow and reddish light, before it landed on the floor before the motionless animatronic.

Quickly, the ball started to grow, taking the shape of someone humanoid.

Very soon, the recognisable tangled mop of dirty blonde hair, with the fearsome claws and the three rowed jaw of razor sharp teeth of Nightmare Chica, with her bright yellow orange eyes appeared, rapidly becoming physical. Soon her withered yellow dress skirt appeared, fluttering briefly before settling down over her body.

Reaching down and picking up Rockstar Bonnie's battered guitar, the Nightmare wielded it like a club.

"Now, this is much more appropriate, honestly, wearing that animatronic was getting heavy, even with it stripped all down," Nightmare Chica remarked coolly. Yet the sinister glint in her eyes signalled only danger to both Puppet and Phone Guy, as the Nightmare flexed her free claw hand, stretching her finger talons out.

"I have missed this feeling of freedom!" Nightmare Chica remarked, sounding beyond satisfied.

His bright yellow orange eyes burn with a malicious intent as she glared at her would be opponents.

"Let's see how fast you two can keep up!" she snarled, before leaping forward, aiming straight for Phone Guy.

BANG!

Nightmare Chica stopped in mid leapt, darting further away from the direction of the sound. Her eyes turned towards the source of the noise, as did Phone Guy and Puppet, only to see a black blur fly by them and heavily impact the opposing stone brick wall.

BANG!

The noise generated was so loud that even Cindy and her sole remaining possessed prop suit attacker paused their savage ongoing fight to watch the black fuzzy object fly across the room and slam hard into the nearby wall.

All three pairs of eyes followed the motion to see a badly damaged Lefty, glitching and emitting static as his limbs jerked about without any sense of direction. His one sole yellow eye darted about in a frantic state of panic.

Nightmare Chica immediately looked uneasy, quickly approaching the battered and heavy damaged body of Lefty, holding her claws out in a manner that came over to others as concern and worry.

A usual sentiment to come from something so heinous in its nature.

Lefty's non-working eye had been torn out as had his lower jaw and both his ears were gone. The rest of his body hadn't fare well either, with his microphone arm having been shred of its plastic shell, coupled with his right leg being stripped down to its basic endoskeleton joint.

Static emitted from Lefty's mouth, grabbled white noise coming from his heavily battered voice box. No recognisable words could be heard from the animatronic, but it was clear that Lefty had been rendered non-functional. His would be assailants soon made themselves known.

"Like I told you 'Lefty' you lost control of this party a long time ago!" Freddy firmly announced, marching triumphantly through the hole that was partly blocked by a lighting strut.

The cause for Lefty's current condition.

"Nice job Bonnie, you really did a serious number on him with that throw," Freddy added impressively, casting his gaze at the wretched sight of Lefty.

"I did it for Chica really, but now he is now entirely at our mercy," Bonnie remarked in a serious tone, but it carried elements of mischievous and if not pride. She rubbed her right arm, evidently having used it in a throwing gesture.

"Was that a good enough throw for you Chickpea?"

Chica lazily rolled her eyes at Bonnie's use of her nickname, not that anyone could see it as she was carried through over Foxy's shoulder. The fox himself limping as he staggered through the opening.

"Thanks Bonnie, I greatly appreciate the help," Chica replied warmly.

"Arrr, it was a mighty good throw Bonbon, it is a pity that he didn't shatter upon impact," Foxy muttered casually, casting his eyes at Lefty who was now being attended to by an overly concerned Nightmare Chica.

Turning to his left Foxy spied the still malfunctioning form of Candy with a noticeable hole torn into his head. The cat animatronic stuttered and jerked about in an uncontrollable fashion, as static constantly emitted from his voice box.

Looking further left revealed the figures of Puppet and a Possessed Prop Suit and just beyond them stood the stationary figures of both Goldie and Vincent, both being as still as statues.

"T. . .h. . .i. . .s i. . .s a t. . .e. . .m. . .p. . .o. . .r. . .a. . .r. . .y c. . .o. . .o. . .p. . .e. . .r. . .a. . .t. . .i. . .o. . .n F. . .r. . .e. . .d. . .d. . .y!" (This is temporary cooperation Freddy!) Phone Guy announced, quickly pointing to himself and Puppet.

"J. . .u. . .s. . .t l. . .e. . .t u. . .s k. . .i. . .l. . .l V. . .i. . .n. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t a. . .n. . .d p. . .e. . .r. . .h. . .a. . .p. . .s I c. . .a. . .n b. . .u. . .r. . .y t. . .h. . .e r. . .e. . .s. . .t o. . .f t. . .h. . .e h. . .a. . .t. . .c. . .h. . .e. . .t." (Just let us kill Vincent and perhaps I can bury the rest of the hatchet.)

"Duly noted Phone Guy, Vincent will soon die," Freddy replied firmly, glancing in Phone Guy's direction.

"This madness ends now."

When looking at Vincent, Foxy immediately noticed the terrible bloody gash that ran up the length of the man's neck on his left side.

"Vicious, but fitting," Foxy mused lowly to himself, adjusting his grip on Chica's waist for a better hold.

Sweeping his gaze to his right, Foxy sighted the pink cat animatronic Cindy whose fight with her possessed prop suit adversity had ceased; enchanted by the ongoing development.

The solo Possessed Prop Suit stood off to one side, rousing its colleague from Rockstar Bonnie's knockout blow. Meanwhile Cindy had retreated to cover Nightmare Chica's back, as she attended to Lefty.

Lefty himself was evidently beyond repair, just twitching without any further capability.

Then the black bear animatronic went completely dead, with his limbs dropping by his sides.

Out of the bear's chest, from the remaining crevices in the suit slithered three Freddy Heads. Their skeletal snake like bodies immediately wrapping themselves around Nightmare Chica's legs as they coursed upwards towards her shoulders. They hissed aggressively at the Fazbears, giving out small high pitched cries of rage.

Following in the Freddy Heads' wake, came a small ball of brown light flying straight out of Lefty's shattered chest.

The ball quickly formed to take shape, changing into a humanoid shape that grew tall and soon before long Nightmare Freddy emerged into being. His dark red eyes shone brightly, expressing immense annoyance at his most recent treatment. Pushing his ragged brown hair back and straightening his tattered black top hat, the Nightmare surveyed his immediate surroundings, with Nightmare Chica taking him by the hand.

"Good to see that you are still in one piece," Nightmare Chica remarked, not hiding her relief, whilst the three Freddy Heads slid across her shoulders, down her extended arm and onto Nightmare Freddy's shoulders.

"Glad to see you too N-Chica, where are Nightmare Bonnie and Foxy?" Nightmare Freddy asked with both concern and wariness.

"I. . ." Nightmare Chica began, but then she stopped, thinking back and realising the obivious.

"I am unsure, I last saw Nightmare Bonnie in the form of Funtime Chica pursing Chica and Foxy into the kitchen vent. . .and."

As dread hit her hard the Nightmare glanced over in the direction of Chica and Foxy, fully taking in their battered, bloody, burnt, and injured appearance.

If they were still here and Nightmare Bonnie wasn't. . .then. . .

"No!" Nightmare Chica uttered in panic, unable to contain it, her yellow orange eyes going wide as the only possible outcome completely dawned on her mind.

"Where's N-Bonnie!?" she demanded, pointing at Foxy, who only narrowed his eyes at the Nightmare.

"Last time I check lassie she was being crushed inside a garage compactor whilst being trapped inside that Funtime Chica animatronic," Foxy replied coldly, with his voice taking a more darker tone.

"Quite a nasty way to go, but after she brutally tried to kill Chica, I can't say that I didn't enjoy watching her panic as the walls closed in on her."

Nightmare Chica growled, clenching her claws.

"I'll kill you!"

"Then do it already, you've been threatening me with my death for the past three days," Foxy scoffed dismissively.

"Honestly a kraken from the deep ocean would have a more consistent kill record then you."

"As for Nightmare Foxy, we don't know and simply don't care," Chica added dispassionately, despite being unable to turn round with being slung over Foxy's shoulder.

"Maybe he is burning in that lava blaze over there," she muttered, pointing its direction, from where she was facing, she could see it clearly.

A wall of flame that was steadily creeping forward across the floor towards them, but it would be a good while before it became a major danger.

Because there were other dangers that much closer and approaching fast. . .

Chica's green eyes widen once she fully caught sight of them, running at full spirit.

"GUYS, BEHIND US!"

Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy briefly glanced backwards fully to see Happy Frog jumped through the hole they had made earlier, swiftly joined by Ned Bear.

Happy Frog barely got close enough to launch a downward swipe at Bonnie, their claws outstretched. They only just scratched Bonnie's shoulder, making the Fazbear wince, before moving out of their reach.

"STRANGER DANGER!" Ned Bear yelled, bursting through the hole, and charging straight for Freddy, but he merely sidestepped the animatronic, only for him to spin round face the Fazbear in question, before revealing their secret weapon.

Ned Bear opened his mouth wide and emitted a loud ear piercing shriek, a high pitch whine that physically stung everyone's ears, even the Nightmares were somewhat disturbed by the noise, covering their own ears.

Phone Guy emitted his own shriek of annoyance, only it was mixed with static from his damaged voice, as he engaged in a screaming match with the puppet animatronic.

Freddy regarded the puppet animatronics as minor obstacles, the real target was both Vincent and the Nightmares. . .but Ned Bear, he was going to be a serious problem.

"Enough of this idiocy, this fight was gone on far enough," Freddy muttered coldly, brandishing his sword.

His blue eyes narrowed in rage Freddy, ignoring the pain ringing in his ears charged at Ned Bear, striking out with his sword and slicing the animatronic across the throat, targeting the thin gap between the top of Ned Bear's chest and head.

The act worked with Ned Bear's shriek attack becoming glitchy and unfocused. Wasting no time, Freddy quickly followed up his assault with a hard kick to the animatronic's chest, knocking him right back onto his feet, despite him actually being heavier than he looked.

"N-Chica, I'll get Vincent free of Goldie's mind meld, you and Cindy occupy the Fazbears until I have safely extracted him," Nightmare Freddy ordered to which Nightmare Chica nodded firmly and muttered determinedly with narrowed eyes.

"Understood, I'll create a path for you."

Getting advantage of the distraction caused by Ned Bear, Nightmare Chica leapt forward, going straight for Phone Guy, marking him as the weakest opponent, judging by his greatly battered appearance.

Nightmare Freddy followed up on Nightmare Chica's advance and aiming for any opening that she created.

BANG!

Nightmare Chica slammed right into Phone Guy before he could ready himself, knocking him to the floor. Once done, she turned her full attention onto Puppet, only to get slashed hard across the face by one of the latter's string whips.

It was done with so much force that it drew blood. Nightmare Chica hissed, feeling considerable pain throb from her mouth.

Yet, she recovered and leapt at Puppet, claws extended and slashing down at her chest, before embedding her sharp teeth into Puppet's left shoulder, sinking in deep.

Puppet screamed, feeling the teeth drag themselves across her shoulder, tearing into the muscle.

With Puppet occupied Nightmare Freddy took full advantage of Nightmare Chica's action, racing forward towards Goldie and Vincent. . .but he wasn't alone.

Freddy had noticed the Nightmares' movements and whilst Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were occupying Happy Frog and Ned Bear, he was free to go after Nightmare Freddy.

He didn't have to worry about Cindy, for she had returned to her savage fighting match with her two Possessed Prop Suit attackers from earlier.

Candy was out of the game, as he was still visibly malfunctioning, breaking down in plain view of everyone, if they spared a brief glance to notice him.

Pursing Nightmare Freddy and trying to match the latter's speed so he could catch up, Freddy strained his leg muscles to their limits. Yet, he managed to close the distance and now he was close enough to shot the Nightmare with his pistol, accuracy be dam, one hit in the back of Nightmare Freddy's legs would be enough to send the Nightmare tumbling to the ground.

For all of his natural fear factor, the Nightmare was very much mortal. . .in his current possessed body that is.

Nightmare Freddy was just about to reach Vincent, ready to grab the man by the neck, pull him away from Goldie and sever their mental connection when. . .

Nightmare Freddy stopped in mid-step, so did Freddy who was only three steps behind him, his pistol aimed and ready to fire.

Their attention was completely caught by Vincent screaming, mouth open wide as he yelled an agonised wail at the top of his lungs. His screams caught everyone's attention, no matter how engaged they were in their individual battle Vincent's painful cries overrode everything and nearly drowned out all other sound.

"What was going on?" Freddy asked to himself, watching with both fascination, enjoyment and yet horror at Vincent, who screamed unbated, a complete agonised cry of torment.

"Goldie, what are you doing to him?"

---

Meanwhile, a short while ago . .

"Let's cause some chaos now, shall we?"

The dog Fetch perked his head up, emitting a tiny mechanical wiring noise from his neck gears.

Completely understanding it's master's orders, the animatronic dog rose upwards, before poking its head out of the bush it was hiding in.

Listening closely, Fetch's audio sensors could not detect the tell-tale footsteps of the man from earlier who had barraged out into the garden wielding a shotgun. Nor could his yellow eyes see any indication of there being anyone or anything else in the garden currently.

He was in the clear. . .

"Good, no one else is around, scramble over the fence and circumvent the grey van parked out front."

Obeying the commands of his owner Fetch hastily headed over to the wooden fence, jumped upwards, grabbed the top with his paws and scrambled over it.

Landing with a sizeable metallic thud on the grass Fetch immediately set his gaze on the grey van and once more his yellow eyes were beset by the same buzzing static that threatened to overload his sensors.

"That van is definitely the case for this and those sitting in the driver and front passenger seats have not moved an inch since we last saw them," the voice in his head muttered, before commanding with encouragement.

"Something is wrong, Fetch head towards the back, quickly now."

Meanwhile up on the roof of a nearby house

Blackbird immediately raised their head at their master's command.

"Protect Fetch, fly towards the van, create a significant distraction."

Blackbird swiftly took off from the roof, flapping their majestic black feathery wings as they swooped down onto the van's roof.

Thud!

From Fetch's perspective, the occupants in both front seats immediately glanced around, searching for the source of the noise and only to realise its point of origin when Blackbird started walking around, creating additional metallic thuds as they walked around the van's roof.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

They didn't need to wait long for a response. . .

The two endoskeletons hidden beneath layers of standard human clothing quickly pinpointed the source of the sound.

"We will investigate the sound and scare the intruder away if necessary," came the command from one of them, the designated group leader.

"Bodyguard group within van interior, hold position, but remain on alert."

"Sewer group remain hidden, do not engage unless Master Vincent is in imminent danger, threat to life."

"Confirmed," the came the double reply from both groups, just as the lead endoskeletons exited the van.

Immediately one of them turned to look up at the roof. . .only to see a large black winged green eyed mass swoop down upon them with an angry tempest.

Sharp claws viciously scratched away at the face and clothing of one endoskeleton, resulting in it striking back at Blackbird, grasping the animatronic bird by the neck with one of its hands.

Yet Blackbird responded by trying to rip of the one of the endoskeleton's eyes, snapping at it with its pointed orange beak.

"AAARRRRHHHH!" Blackbird cried, aggressively pecking away at the endoskeleton's face, ripping their hood off that covered their metallic skull.

Once that endoskeleton was exposed, Blackbird broke off their attack and launched straight at the second endoskeleton, rushing into its heavy body, and knocking them to the ground.

Against a normal blackbird, the contest would be entirely one sided, but Blackbird was anything but ordinary as its considerable size was two thirds that of the average human.

"AAAARRRRRHHHHH!" Blackbird shrieked again, giving out a high pitch whine, which briefly overloaded the endoskeletons' audio receivers. Seizing their chance, Blackbird tore into the endoskeleton on the ground, ripping its clothes away and shredding its of its 'human' disguise.

The noise being created would only generate an even harsher response and gain the attention of some unwitting friends. All the while Fetch stealthily crept around the ongoing fight from a safe distance, hedging his way towards the rear of the van with its double doors.

"AAAARRRRHHHH!"

With another cry Blackbird took off from the endoskeleton, rising into the air, frantically flapping their feathery wings.

Suddenly, Blackbird turned around and slammed themselves into the first endoskeleton again, just as they were picking themselves up.

Then swiftly before the second endoskeleton could respond Blackbird turned and flew towards the back of the van, viciously scratching away at the double doors, marring its grey paint job.

"Intruder is trying to gain entry; Van Group engage now!" One of the two endoskeletons ordered, as they picked themselves up, their disguise hung loosely from their skeletal frame.

Suddenly, the back doors of the van were thrown wide open, and several pairs of endoskeleton hands reached out to grab a firm hold of Blackbird.

The animatronic bird managed to evade their grasp by quickly moving backwards, but blinding white noise filled its vision and crackling static blared through its audio receivers.

"There is something inside the van causing the distortion!" their controller exclaimed, their words appearing in Blackbird's mind.

"Some sort of signal jammer, but where exactly?"

Amidst the brief gaps of restored vision that broke up the continued flow of static, Blackbird found themselves being hemmed in by endoskeletons from both the front and right side.

"Come here, you are trespassing!" one endoskeleton stated firmly, grabbing Blackbird by the one of their big feathery wings, although its monotone voice barely rose above sounding mildly annoyed.

"AAAARRRRHHHH!" Blackbird cried before headbutting the attacking endoskeleton in the face and knocking them backwards, but the static grew worse as the brief interludes of clear vision declined.

"Back away, draw them all out into the open!" their controller ordered, as Blackbird tried to shrug off successive attempts by the endoskeletons to pin them down.

Fetch kept creeping around the edges of the ongoing confrontation, his sharp yellow eyes tracking each endoskeleton carefully as he kept to the shadows.

"Stay low and keep hidden, hopefully with all of this uproar, someone else will notice and intervene on our behalf," Fetch's controller muttered hopefully, watching the scene play out through Fetch's eyes.

Someone nearby did notice the unfolding clamour and their reaction was swift.

---

"AAAAARRRRRHHHHH!"

A loud high pitch shriek broke through the mundane of Mike's thoughts, his eyes frantically glancing over to the window.

Shotgun in hand, he stepped around the still sleeping forms of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Goldie, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Puppet and Balloon Boy.

A quick look in their direction revealed them to be. . .mostly ok.

Baring the bloody teeth marks that decorated Bonnie's bunny ears, the burnt skin on Chica's back, the purple bruises on Foxy's shoulders and legs and slashes that looked to have been craved by swords lining Freddy's chest and arms.

As for how the Toys looked, the teeth marks around Puppet's head weren't comforting to look at. As for the other Toys. . .well said the better.

Returning his focus to the window, Mike peered back the curtains slightly enough to peak through.

His eyes widen in shock, but he couldn't quite describe what he was witnessing exactly.

The larger than life blackbird was completely in a league of its own, but Mike did recognise the endoskeleton, noting their identical metallic bodily frame through their torn human clothing.

"So, this is Vincent's attempt to get the drop on us," Mike mentally commented, before acting immediately.

"JEREMY, MANGLE, WE HAVE ENDOSKELETONS OUT FRONT!" he yelled rushing towards the open doorway.

"VINCENT IS MAKING HIS MOVE!"

"ON IT!" Jeremy shouted, picking up his rifle off the table and making a beeline for his front door. Since the noise incident from earlier, he had decided to use a rifle for longer distance targets.

"MANGLE, WITH ME, I'LL NEED THE BACKUP, GET THE SHOTGUN!"

"ROGER THAT JEREMY!" Mangle called back, dropping down from ceiling with her endoskeleton arms and bounding after Jeremy, whilst scratching up his shotgun off the table.

Jeremy unlocked the front door and threw it wide open. Bright sunlight momentarily blinded him, but when it cleared he saw everything without a shadow of a doubt for what it implied.

Endoskeletons being attacked or attacking a large blackbird.

"Might as well take advantage of the distraction," Jeremy muttered firmly, pulling up his rifle and eyeing one of several endoskeletons.

Upon pulling the trigger, a loud crack sounded as the bullet flew out and torn its way straight the head of one unfortunate endoskeleton.

With its CLU severed, the lone endoskeleton immediately went limp and fall to the ground with a sizeable mechanical thud.

Within an Instant the other endoskeletons noticed, their heads collectively turning in Jeremy's direction all at once.

Jeremy fired again, but missed as the endoskeleton he was targeting managed to doge, only to get partially caught on their left arm, the bullet embedding itself into the metal.

Blackbird took the opportunity of the pause to fully break off from the fight and flew up onto the van's roof again.

Fetch remained where he was, hidden and waiting to see how events would play out, his narrow yellow eyes dimly glowing from his concealed spot.

Jeremy fired his rifle again and this time he was successful, hitting another endoskeleton square on in the chest and rupturing its central power unit, causing it to explode and frying the endoskeleton from the inside out in a burst of open flame.

A somewhat panicked exchange took place among the remaining present endoskeletons.

"Targets from the house are engaging us, activating distortion fields!"

"Is any assistance required?"

Jeremy walked forward slightly and fired another shot easily hitting another endoskeleton and rendering it lifeless.

Just then Blackbird attacked the small endoskeleton group again, shrieking and swooping down and grabbing one of them by the shouldered its talons before lifting its victim up into the air, with it kicking and screaming.

"Assistance is not required, do not engage yet!" another endoskeleton replied electronically, despite the sudden peril that its comrade was in.

Yet one of the still standing endoskeleton reached deep into their chest and pressed a tiny disk before turning it.

It so small and flat that it looked like a black cent coin but look closer and one would see the tinniest beeping glow of a red light from its surface.

Jeremy felt a sudden wave of nausea hit him and as a headache rapidly gripped his mind before it abruptly let faded away into nothing.

"What the?!" he asked, registering his bearings, before he clocked onto the 'elephant' in the room.

A large lumbering version of Bonnie loomed ahead of him; compared to actual human Bonnie this one was that of an actual animatronic, consisting of purple skin, rabbit ears and red purple eyes to match.

But this wasn't an animatronic so to speak in actually terms, far from it. The entire being looked to be organic in nature, as its bottom jaw split apart to form two protrusions, both of which were lined with jagged teeth, coupling with the sharp array of fangs that its bottom and upper jaws contained.

Its whole body was marked with twitching boils that looked set to burst amidst the ring of bone spikes that were decorated throughout its whole bulky array.

Then there were the claws, honed, cutting edge black hooks at their edges that gleamed in the sunlight.

The very creature seemed to breathe as its body pulsated and twitched, whilst its chest rose and fell in the recognisable rhythm of inhaling and exhaling.

A terrifying abomination of nature, the term 'fair sex' was a far cry from what this monstrosity embodied.

From Jeremy's viewpoint, the creature seemed to be very much alive and aware of its surroundings.

Word 'feral' came to Jeremy's mind when the Bonnie creature laid its purple red eyes on him. A primeval rage awoke in the creature as its eyes widen, taking in Jeremy Fitzgerald's stocky appearance.

Its monstrous form was a complete corruption of Bonnie, regardless of any similarity that this creature bore to the original Fazbear.

It was twisted. . ,in everyway imaginable.

"AAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH!"

With a thunderous roar, Twisted Bonnie charged straight at Jeremy, he felt the ground shaking beneath his feet.

"MANGLE!" Jeremy screamed rushing back inside through the open front door.

"I'M COVERING YOU JEREMY!" Mangle yelled, taking up her position in the doorway, acting quick enough to fire off her shotgun just before Twisted Bonnie reached her.

BANG!

The shot rang out, the actual shrapnel catching the animatronic in the chest, it stumbled backwards from the blast. . .but it didn't drop dead.

THUD!

All Mangle saw was a blur of purple before she punched hard in the chest and spent flying back into the hallway, only stopping when she impacted the wall at the far end.

"AAAARRRRHHHH" Twisted Bonnie roared, seemingly incapable of any coherent speech.

It was just another of Vincent's mindless beasts obeying a prewritten set of commands.

And it wasn't the only animatronic of its kind.

"What on earth!" Blackbird's controller exclaimed in sheer disbelief, watching through Blackbird's static induced vision several 'twisted' animatronics appear out of thin air.

"Weren't there more endoskeletons present beforehand?" they asked themselves because Blackbird couldn't answer back, just watch the chaos unfold.

Twisted Bonnie reached in through the open doorway to grab Jeremy where a round of lead shrapnel penetrated their or her side, he guessed that it was a female.

Enraged purple red eyes turned to see Mike, blasting shot after shot at them.

"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!" Twisted Bonnie roared, smashing through the window to grab Mike. Their black hook claws just barely tore at his right shoulder, drawing blood as Mike ducked backwards amidst the shattered glass.

The Fazbears were unharmed due to being on the floor, but some of them were within Twisted Bonnie's reach.

Immediately eyeing both Foxy and Puppet, the twisted animatronic lunged at them through the broken window.

BANG!

BANG!

"BACK OFF!" Mike yelled angrily, firing off more shrapnel shots at Twisted Bonnie as he staggered forward.

"YOU WANT TO GET INSIDE; YOU HAVE TO GET PASS THE SECURITY GUARD FIRST!"

"Admittedly that sounded more impressive in my head," he mentally muttered, firing off another round, aiming directly for Twisted Bonnie's chest.

The resulting blast was enough to knocked Twisted Bonnie backwards; but they were ready for another round, emitting an aggressive growl.

THUD!

Suddenly, an endoskeleton landed on top of Twisted Bonnie, the sudden impact of its weight forcing Twisted Bonnie to fall forward onto the ground.

A shriek from above caused Mike to look upwards and see a large blackbird hovering above the mess.

The green vibrant eyes, they seemed alive; and the bird looked down at Mike with a strange fascination that he couldn't place.

The creature seemed to be. . . aware, plus they had to be animatronic or something unnatural, because its size was a complete outlier from any ordinary bird.

Swiftly the blackbird returned its attention back to the growing band of adversities that lined Jeremy's front lawn.

Only now there were more of these 'twisted' variations of the Fazbears, Chica, Foxy, Freddy and. . .was that. . .a wolf?

"Jesus Christ, this just had to be my fucking day, didn't it?!" Jeremy cursed, as he leaned against the open doorway staring outwards with a somber expression.

"Our aim is to protect the others, so let's keep their focus strictly on us," Mangle stated adamentedly, striding forward.

"This might be our funeral you know," Jeremy remarked dryly, as Mangle grabbed Jeremy's rifle off him and aimed at the array of twisted animatronics.

"Well, let's make sure that it is theirs before we get to ours," Mangle replied coldly, quickly eyeing her targets.

She fired; shots rang out.

None of the twisted animatronics had been hit though, nor any of the endoskeletons.

A growing number of bullet holes lined the van's side, marring its grey paint job.

"I wonder if they have anything important inside," Mangle wondered out loud with clear intrigue, watching as all four animatronics roared together in a unified anger.

Twisted Bonnie meanwhile had thrown off the endoskeleton which had been dumped onto her and steadily rose to her feet. Her vengeful eyes eagerly searching for the alleged wrongdoer.

It didn't take them too long to find Blackbird, circling around the van's other side and stopping before the open back doors.

More shots from Mangle's rifle sounded out, tearing across the van's side and making more holes.

Unknown to Mangle herself, if she scored lucky, she might just actually hit Vincent Afton, as he lay on the van's inner floor with the Nightmares.

All locked into the dreamworld and completely vulnerable.

Yet despite Mangle's shots, what the giant blackbird intended to do sounded off alarm bells in Twisted Bonnie's central logic unit.

Her purple red eyes widened with the realisation that their programming gave them. Twisted Bonnie loosen a desperate cry of what amounted to panic coupled with anger, before swiftly tearing across the lawn towards Blackbird.

The bird animatronic turned their head in the twisted animatronic's direction.

"Perfect, lure this 'demon' away Blackbird," their controller commanded and the animatronic bird compelled, rising high, but not too high to offer Twisted Bonnie a tantalising chance to grab their legs, completely holding their attention.

Although Twisted Bonnie was now clearly preoccupied by Blackbird's antics, the other Twisted animatronics were focused solely on Mangle. Like Twisted Bonnie, they had also clocked in on how much danger Vincent Afton was in and collectively charged, tearing across the lawn, the combined thuds of their feet racing forward sounded like ominous thunder claps.

Meanwhile, one of the few remaining endoskeleton also registered the threat level.

"Master Vincent's life is directly threatened, engage now, protect him at all costs, override previous command to remain stationary."

"Command received," was the sole somewhat firm reply.

Swiftly, one of the nearby manholes on the road was pushed aside and endoskeletons poured out like a torrential rain storm, surging through the opening like a ant horde and making a beeline for Jeremy's house.

"Well, that worked, we have their full attention," Mangle remarked, sounding satisfied, despite the sheer weight of their enemies' numbers.

"Consider it a moot point, but I am starting to have regrets about helping you guys," Jeremy muttered with a faint undertone of worry, watching the gathering storm.

"Only now, why so sudden?" Mangle asked curiously, but with a flare of annoyance in her bright yellow eyes.

"Because my house insurance will not cover me for what my house is about to suffer."

He held up his hand to stop Mangle as she opened her mouth to reply.

"But I can worry about that later," Jeremy stated firmly, turning to face the oncoming chaos with a look complete appearance.

"If I am still alive at the end. . ."

Blackbird continued to taunt Twisted Bonnie, deliberately staying just within reach of the animatronic's hook claws.

Thankfully, only Twisted Bonnie was paying them any real attention. All the other Twisted animatronics had charged into the nearby house with a swarm of endoskeletons quickly following up.

"I can hope that the Fazbears and their friends last long enough for us to work our magic," Blackbird's controller sombrely muttered.

A quick change in perspective from Blackbird's to Fetch's revealed what they had been engineering all along.

An opening. . .

"Fetch now, enter the van, quickly, this is it!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Fetch launched out of their hiding place and raced towards the van's backdoors, bounding across the distance.

Twisted Bonnie was too busy focused on Blackbird to notice Fetch's movement and within seconds the animatronic dog had reached its destination.

Using its mechanical paws, Fetch pulled itself up and inside onto the van's inner floor.

"Now, where is he?"

Quickly glancing around Fetch spied what was a cramped space, with five bodies sprawled out across the floor.

All asleep it seemed, but they were breathing, although a closer inspection revealed them to be not in the best physical condition.

The first, a nightmarish version of Freddy Fazbear sported multiple bruises and bloody cuts across the visible parts of their body, breathing heavily as he lay on his back.

The second, an equally monstrous mirror image of Bonnie Fazbear looked to be in the worst condition. Her limbs appeared to be twisted in such a way that could only be described as agonising and her body looked to have been considerably crushed.

Fetch leaned in close as they passed by, barely able to hear the faintest inhales and exhales that indicated breathing, but it sounded laboured. This version of Bonnie was beyond all doubt on their last legs, it was just a question of when their body eventually failed them.

"Don't attack her, let her fade, find him above everything else," Fetch's controller ordered, to which Fetch simply complied.

Glancing right Fetch's eyes quickly found a horrific counterpart to Chica Fazbear, her skin marred with only a few scratches and bruises, but nothing too significant as she lay asleep on the van's floor with her dirty blonde hair sprawled out. Her breathing, although heavy, it was not laboured and she appeared to be in the best condition of these 'nightmares', the term fitted their description. Looking left Fetch sighted a demonic incarnation of Foxy Fazbear, with his sharp hook and fang like teeth that decorated his mouth. The Nightmare's breathing was heavy and strained. A burnt smell seemed to be drifting from him as far as Fetch's nasal sensors could register.

Maybe they were in a fire in whatever dream they were engaged in.

"Leave him to suffer Fetch, in whatever wretched hell this corrupted version of Foxy has found himself in," Fetch's controller commanded, making the animatronic dog turn their attention to the fifth and last person in the room.

The old tattered purple staff uniform with the Fazbear Entertainment logo on its chest pocket and the purple hair. . .

Fetch's yellow eyes widen, upon seeing the man who lay on the floor, recognising his facial features from his data logs.

Identity confirmed.

Their expression of realisation matched the grim acknowledgement of their controller's words.

"We have found him Fetch, Vincent William Afton, after remaining in the dark for so long to what horrors this monster unleashed."

"Wake him up please, exactly as I specified to you."

Fetch complied, moving forward until they were straddling Vincent's chest, standing directly over his face. They noted the particularly bloody gash that had been torn into the left side of Vincent's neck.

The animatronic's eyes narrowed into thin slits, as he emitted a low but ominous growl, gnashing his teeth together.

From outside Fetch could hear the high pitch shrieks of Blackbird and the animalist demonic screams of Twisted Bonnie, coupled with the latter's stomps and the metallic thuds as a few stray swings from their claws hit the van's side.

Combing with that array of noise were the sounds of shattering glass, brick being smashed and even more demonic screams; coupled with gun shots of all kinds with human shouting and yelling in desperate tones.

How all this onslaught of noise had roused the whole neighbourhood was something of mystery, but Fetch didn't dwell on it.

He felt a brief mechanical click and heard a motion of static from within his chest where his inbuilt speaker was located, now coming online.

Reaching down as they opened their jaws lined with sharp metallic teeth, Fetch clamped down onto Vincent Afton's neck and began to dig his teeth in. He was mainly aiming to strangle his windpipe, amidst the sharp stabbing pain that his bite would inevitably cause.

"Wakey wakey old friend, I have a question that has been most pressing on my soul for decades now!" Fetch's controller stated, now with a near unbridled anger that stretched the capabilities of Fetch's inbuilt speaker.

"And only you would know, being the prime culprit for smashing my dreams and tearing apart the lives of others."

"Where is my son Vincent, where is Sam, or as you would better remember him, Sammy Emily?"

Fetch sank his teeth in deeper and as he did, Vincent began to scream, his green eyes opening wide.

The agonised cries were music to Henry Emily's ears, watching as he did through the yellow eyes of his animatronic puppet Fetch who like Blackbird would faithfully serve their master until their destruction or deactivation. . .whichever one came first.

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Present time. . .

Vincent pained yells echoed throughout the stone brick dome, with everyone present watching on in bewilderment as to why.

Had Goldie done something when searching Vincent's memories?

Bite marks steadily appeared along the whole length of Vincent's neck, with blood being drawn forth. Vincent's bloodcurdling screams continued unabated, despite the rest of his body remaining as still as a statue.

Suddenly Vincent flickered, being gone one moment and then back the next only to then repeat, vanishing and reappearing in an eyeblink. His screams were being cut off by the frequency of him flickering in and out of existence.

The blue strings that poured out of Goldie's eyes into Vincent's flickered too for a brief time, before suddenly retracting back into Goldie's eyes.

Goldie closed eyes and staggered backwards, gripping his head, reorienting himself as his senses swiftly returned to him.

Vincent kept on screaming, only now he flickered more rapidly than before, almost becoming a blur of purple colour. Goldie reopened his eyes and looked forward, seeing Vincent as he was, yelling blue murder and being unfocused in his appearance.

"Who, what, why!?" Goldie asked with increasing urgency, quickly reaching out to grab Vincent by the throat.

Nightmare Freddy moved too, swiftly grasping outwards to grab the back of Vincent's shirt collar and pull him out of Goldie's reach.

Vincent vanished. . .disappearing before either person could lay a finger on him. Their respective arms now reaching out to grab nothing but empty space.

Vincent Afton was gone, where to who knew, but Goldie was enraged.

Strong hands grabbed hold of Nightmare Freddy by his shirt collar, as the Fazbear loomed into view, his dark red eyes boring into the Nightmare's own dark red. The aggressive collective hiss of the Nightmare's three Freddy Head from within his collar did nothing to deter Goldie from getting up close and personal.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Goldie roared, his anger flowing forth like a raging river.

"I HAD IT RIGHT BEFORE ME, I COULD SEE WHAT VINCENT AND NIGHTMARE HAD LAID DOWN FOR US, BUT I NEEDED TO SEE AND HEAR MORE, WHERE IS VINCENT AFTON?"

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS, YOU MAY HAVE GIVEN HIM A MENTAL BREAKDOWN WHEN SEARCHING HIS MEMORIES AND SEVERED THE CONNECTION THAT WAY!" Nightmare Freddy yelled back, sharply pulling Goldie's hands off his collar.

"Your guess is as good as mine Fredbear!" the Nightmare vermentedly fumed, barring his teeth as all three of his Freddy Heads poked their heads out of his shirt, hissing maliciously at Goldie.

A quick glance to his left showed Freddy, with both his sword and pistol at the ready to resume his charge at Nightmare Freddy.

Yet, Nightmare Freddy pondered for a moment, letting his mind briefly wander. He had a decent guess as to what had befallen Vincent Afton.

"I didn't do anything, nor clearly did Goldie, nor anyone else present for that matter, so that only leaves. . ."

His dark red eyes widen as the realisation dawned upon him; swiftly followed by fear, spreading through his mind like a fast acting poison.

Something or someone from outside the dream had taken Vincent, pulled him out of the dream or mindscape for lack of a better word.

The bite marks on Vincent's neck, something was attacking him and given the length of Vincent's screams, they had continued unabated without interference from Vincent's endoskeleton guards.

Nor his 'Twisted Ones' intervened, those specified redesigned endoskeletons who could unitise the special disk that Vincent had emplaced into their metallic ribcages, fused to their programming like DNA fusing together to form cells that in turn gave essence to life.

Some creature was in the van with them, as they all lay helpless on the van's inner floor, currently anchored to this shared dream.

They were defenceless!

"We need to get right out now!" Nightmare Freddy mentally yelled at himself as panic rose up from the depths of his soul like a great ghostly phantom entrapping him within its deep shadow.

He quickly glanced over at Nightmare Chica, who had since Vincent's agonised screams backed off from a wounded Puppet, whom had been rejoined by a battered, but recovered Phone Guy.

Nightmare Chica's yellow orange eyes were filled with a similar realisation, she too had concluded the real cause behind Vincent's abrupt disappearance.

No words were needed to be spoken as the two Nightmares shared a knowing look between themselves.

Without Vincent here, there was no reason to stay.

They had to break off from the Fazbears, find Nightmares Bonnie and Foxy and escape this collapsing dream before it imploded in on everyone.

The creeping lava that was continually craving a path for itself from across the room's far side towards was a visible reminder.

Yet, they had more pressing problems right now.

Noticing Freddy return his gaze to him, his sword and pistol still very much in hand, Nightmare Freddy knew that very soon, once the shock of Vincent's sudden disappearance waned nearly everyone would return to fighting him and Nightmare Chica.

Although their remaining animatronic puppets could serve as a useful distraction. . .

"Once we are out of here, this whole mental illusion can collapse," Nightmare Freddy grimly muttered to himself, low enough for none nearby to hear.

He could see the steadily encroaching lava that flowed forth, consuming everything in its path.

Good, let this hollow mockery of a pizzeria be burnt to ash.

Let it disintegrate into nothing.

Let it all come. . .to absolute ruin.

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For those you who are also readers of my other fanfic 'Predators Into The Night', I'll be switching my focus back to that story for a while, as it has been long overdue a chapter or two. . .or more! ;-)

If any of you like the horror film franchise 'Scream', then it is there for you to read.

Still returning to this story, this section of 'Fazbear Escape' is now coming to a close.

I did intend to bring in the Twisted Ones alot sooner and further tie in the use of the illusion disks, to bind them closer to the story; but it got lost in the other plot developments that I have ongoing. We'll be seeing more of its capabilities in the future though.

The same situation applies with the Fazbear Fright characters (Fetch and Blackbird), I had intended to bring them in earlier, but I placed them on the backburner until now.

Thanks for reading and please review, I deeply appreicate your thoughts.