The abandon carnival, if not many of the more popular locations the nightmares love to roam around. It's empty creepy vibe really brings the nightmares attention to a nice location away from home, mostly to Nightmare Freddy and Foxy. Along the carnival, an old dusty circus tent with holes of the side sits on the far end of the pathways. Big enough to even be a secondary home, if not with all the rats and leaks from the rain. Many broken and discontinued rides left dangerously hanging off the ledge of tracks, beams scatter across the abandon carnival, all deemed unfunctional for decades Ferris wheel and all. Safety hazards are high when coming to the location. Run-down booths are displayed around the entire theme of the carnival. Old plushies scattered as well as food such as popcorn and canes from the cotton candy. Near the booths were Nightmare Freddy and Nightmare Foxy sitting and chatting away. Getting their claw marks all and about the booth's counter, some even larger markings than the others due to Nightmare Foxy's hook.
"Can you believe them? What a joke." Nightmare Freddy said, as Nightmare Foxy slammed down his hook in his response, carving a large marking on the counter. "I feel like we are losing our touch as nightmares if we happen to keep this up. It was so much easier before Nightmare Fredbear and Nightmarionne showed up." Nightmare Freddy grinding his teeth at mentioning Nightmare Fredbear. Nightmare Foxy just looked over at his friend with nothing but a glance and continued hammering down his hook on the counter. "Freaking Fredbear, Fuck, it's like I'm not even relevant to the group anymore because of him. And I'm the one with Freddy's name! Where's the equality in that?"
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"I don't know mate, listen. I'm only here because I agree, I feel like many of us have gotten soft these past few years of living in this hollow environment. I just want some flesh to rip open, feel the joy of being alive again rather than get my parts rusty with age." Nightmare Foxy said while pulling the wood chips off his hook.
"Exactly! What is the point of living this way if we aren't going to put some use to it? I hate the fact that the Fazbear gang of all groups have it all and run the show of this place just because of Golden Freddy."
"I mean, have you seen the guy? Nothing in his eyes but dark hollow eye sockets with bright white pupils. Not to mention, the guy can't even talk. Just thinking about his voice if he were to sends chills down my rusty ass spine. I don't blame you or anyone to follow in his rules, but this way of living dependent on him is nerve racking."
"I just want a fair share of this place, not just another animatronic living in it. We have our own side of the family to take care of. I wouldn't mind being the ones to grow something on our land to help distribute to the rest of them."
"Like Freddy Fazbear when he gives us his ripe tomatoes?"
"Oh, and Withered Bonnie's sweet oranges. Mmm." Nightmare Freddy was lost in thought thinking about food. Drooling at the fact he craves something in his stomach. He quickly shook it off before Nightmare Foxy teased him about losing focus. Nightmare Freddy gave Nightmare Foxy a small but quick punch to the shoulder. "Great, now you got me thinking about food!"
