Ima rewrite lockdown since I now understand what it takes to write a good story...
Evergreen - a fnaf story
chapter 1 Pilot
The usual peace of the evening was shattered by the hum of a bustling crowd. Evergreen High had let out for the night, and the streets near the town square were packed with people heading home, chatting, or stopping at shops.
The sounds of voices and laughter echoed through the air, mixed with the chatter of street vendors and the hum of passing cars. It was almost too much for Bonnie.
Standing on the edge of the crowd, Bonnie felt a pit grow in his stomach. The noise, the overwhelming flow of people, the mix of emotions around him it made his head spin. He couldn't even focus on Red, who stood next to him, his body still and calm, unaffected by the chaos surrounding them.
"We're going to have to deal with him now," Red said, his voice barely above the noise of the crowd. His amber eyes scanned the area, alert. He was already preparing for a fight.
Bonnie nodded slowly, trying to push the rising panic back. He could barely focus on the figure standing across the street, its dark outline half-hidden by the glow of the streetlights. But the figure was there, waiting, watching.
And Bonnie knew it was only a matter of time before the battle came to them.
The figure stepped forward, blending into the crowd, his movements fluid and quiet, like a predator in a sea of prey.
Red's Primal flared the heat around him spiked. His body was already radiating a fierce energy, his muscles tense and ready to spring into action. His stance shifted as he prepared to confront the threat head-on.
Then, the figure made his move.
Without warning, the figure leaped into the center of the crowd, sending people scattering in every direction. Shouts echoed through the air as he sliced through the panicked civilians, knocking over carts and tossing pedestrians aside with unnatural speed. His movements were precise, purposeful.
Bonnie's heart began to pound in his chest. The noise it was suffocating. Voices, footsteps, sirens it was too much. The crowd was everywhere, and he couldn't block it all out. His mind raced.
"Bonnie, move!" Red shouted, already charging at the figure.
Bonnie tried. His Primal, Aether Wings, surged beneath his skin, and for a moment, he felt weightless. He pushed himself into the air, floating just above the chaos. The purple light that emanated from him seemed to cut through the mess of sound and motion, a temporary escape from the storm below.
But as he flew higher, the noise grew louder. The chatter of the crowd, the cars honking, the screams and the crashing it was all too much. His focus wavered. He couldn't keep his Primal steady.
Red was already engaged with the figure, his fists landing blow after blow, each strike leaving a trail of fiery energy. But the figure was faster, dodging with an eerie fluidity that made it seem like he was invisible in the crowd.
Bonnie tried to focus, watching Red struggle below. He had to help he had to do something. He clenched his fists, purple light swirling around him again. With a sharp breath, he dove down into the chaos, aiming to aid Red.
As Bonnie descended, the purple light flared brighter, and every time he reacted every time he evaded or countered an attack the light pulsed and flowed in sharp waves. His body moved on instinct, every strike from the figure met with Bonnie's precise counters, his reflexes quickened beyond human ability.
The figure's attacks became more frantic. Bonnie was countering everything his every move was sharp, a blur of purple light cutting through the scene.
But it wasn't enough.
The figure, realizing that Bonnie's ability to react so perfectly was a threat, shifted tactics. He moved toward the crowd, vanishing into the sea of people, knowing that Bonnie's attention would be split. Bonnie followed, but every time he tried to focus, his concentration was shattered by the overwhelming pressure of the crowd. His mind raced, and he could feel the purple light dimming.
"Bonnie!" Red's voice snapped him out of it.
Red's fists hit the figure once more, but the figure sidestepped with inhuman speed, disappearing into the crowd again, leaving chaos in his wake.
"Damn it," Red muttered, standing in the middle of the scattered people. "We can't let him keep doing this."
Bonnie hovered nearby, feeling the weight of the crowd pressing in on him. His Primal was flickering, weakening with every moment spent trying to fight in such a populated area. He couldn't focus—he couldn't breathe.
"I- I can't," Bonnie gasped, trying to steady himself. He could feel the crowd pressing in tighter, the noise louder, the panic building. "There's too many people. I can't handle it."
Red turned to him, his expression hardening, but there was no anger. Just determination.
"You have to," Red said, his voice firm. "We can't lose him in here. We're running out of time, Bonnie. Focus. You've got this."
Bonnie took a deep breath, fighting against the panic threatening to take over. He had to push through. He had to find a way to keep his Primal stable. The noise around him was deafening, but he could feel the power building inside him.
The purple light flared once more, this time more intensely, as Bonnie soared through the crowd, the world around him slowing. He focused only on the figure, using the light to guide his movements.
But in that moment, the figure struck a swift, crushing blow aimed directly at Bonnie's unprotected side.
And Bonnie felt everything crack.