It has been a full season of passing. The grove in-between lands were flourishing. Greenery and trees were beginning to grow, making the land far more inviting to wondering lost folk. Tho the expansion of the lands is wonderful, it makes it harder to keep watch for the purple entities still out there. The children have grown up to their teen age, so the risk of losing them is minimum, but still a risk. Paths towards homes and town gatherings have been paved over time by the help of the nightmares who had a touch on the construction as well. Making them feel one with the rest of the other groups. The nightmares even went as far as rebuilding the abandoned carnival for them and the little ones, in case they wish to get out the house. Thanks to Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Mangle with their expertise, the big tent now houses a fully functioning living quarters for the lost. Also makes for a great future home for the children who were found in the location. Once they are of age, they have a choice to move there or stay with the nightmares home. Trading goods were also a nice addition to the new valley, everyone would trade recipes with one another, sell goods, or give away old valuables they no longer needed. Nightmare Chica always found it interesting to trade some goods with the other Chicas'. She would even go as far and beyond to share Ennard's recipe for how much it has inspired her to cook more daring and confident. The other Chicas' respect that from her and wish to see Ennard themselves one day. Nightmare Freddy in this event was also proud to be participating in it, for he managed to grow his own plants, with the help from his nightmare brothers of course. The plants themselves were of variants of lemon. The extra juice in them surprised a lot from the other groups, sales for them skyrocketed, making Nightmare Freddy feel something. It wasn't much to take away from his ego of pride, but it made him feel, nevertheless. Nightmare Foxy of course was there to make sure he didn't break anything and helped with sales. He was just happy to see Nightmare Freddy feel welcomed.
The other nightmares have gotten themselves more open to participate with the other groups in the community. Nightmarionne was difficult to budge since their loss with Nightmare Fredbear. But with Marionette's help, they made time for some tea and reading. Even to go as far as helping Nightmarionne create a book club in their nightmarish home every Sunday evening. Many guests would visit to follow along, making the somewhat creepy home, not so creepy after all. It still doesn't rub the memory away of Nightmare Fredbear for Nightmarionne, but they still get help every step of the way.
As the community grew in comfort, so was the ceremony gathering to welcome Springtrap to the land. Granted it took some time to get use to the new and exciting rule. If there were a chance for redemption, there was hope. Springtrap even went as far as to not give concerns for his presents of being welcomed back, he still wants to live out in the woods away from town but is grateful for the others for not being negative about Golden Freddy's and his choice. This idea of the new rule gave hope to the nightmares, a hope to see if Nightmare Fredbear can return home. As the ceremony continued few have made it to the showing, Nightmare Balloon Boy and Nightmare themselves, stayed home. Both releasing Tilly the butterfly, out into the wild.
Months have gone, holidays were a brewing, and Nightmare remains silent. Ever since his stomach mouth ripped open, there was no child living in him. There was no Ennard to come back home, and there was no loving brother to cry their worries too. Nightmare has made it very unnerving to be around, they've just followed the other nightmares when they ask for help or favors in silence. It seems like they've lost a big part of who they are since that day. Nightmarionne has tried to convince them to be part of their book club and therapy meetings with Marionette. They refused. When Nightmare had time for himself, they would contemplate sitting outside on the porch in the front. Watching the land grow from what was a pathetic waste from their home to an open field with the children playing nearby. If only Ennard and Nightmare Fredbear could have seen this. If only they would have held their anger in a little longer, maybe things would have been different. Nightmare just has these thoughts in his head from time to time but would tell himself, they both would have wanted him to move on. What a silly way to think. Nightmare's strange dreams of drowning and finding Ennard were just gone, only dreams he would see, is children happily playing. Perhaps children of his own... but children were all in his mind for now. Nightmare has been taking great care of the main four, now five since Nightmare Bonnie has made it possible to give the poor cub with the stitched bunny friend, a way to become separated. It was a difficult process, but they now have the option to remove themselves, without harm from one another. They now have the opportunity to wear prosthetics, a robotic arm for the cub, and robotic legs for the bunny friend. Though, it was a miracle, the two of them are shy to separate in public, thus making this optional feature a gift to be around at home. The children, all five living with the nightmares since, never had names till they themselves spoke more openly about themselves. The tall lass was cooking with Nightmare Chica one day and told them their name was Ballora. The pigtail gal was roughhousing with Nightmare Freddy and Foxy that she openly, to them, said her name was Baby. The lads laugh it off calling her CB for short. Nightmare Bonnie was more personal with the young cub and bunny lad. Since they've been around each other for projects and crafts, before their separation surgery, the cub said they were called 'funtimes' but never knew more than that. Nightmare Bonnie said it's best to call themselves Funtime Freddy. As for the tiny bunny friend, they remembered they were once called Bon Bon from the funtimes. After Nightmare Bonnie got through with small Fred, he assumes the other small fox waiting outside to be named Funtime Mangle. They shook their head and liked to be called Funtime Foxy instead. Nightmare was fond of this new life he was having. The nightmares were finally happy to be themselves. All but him. Nightmare would often find himself smiling out in the porch, seeing the children, and Tilly the butterfly. But it wasn't all that made Nightmare smile often, he would rub his fingers against a cold like metal. Round and bumpy, small and fragile. He would rub onto his other hand in which he wore the ring Ennard gave him. "Someday."
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On top of the old establishment of Freddy's, Golden Freddy would occasionally be on the lookout for the purple entities during the dark hours. Freddy would come up and tell them to go to sleep and let the night continue. Though the top bears wouldn't often agree with one another, Freddy cares for what Golden Freddy can end up doing if he isn't properly rested. Marionette would often be the one to encourage Golden Freddy to get some rest. But their attitude may not be the best source of any favors, Golden Freddy may sometimes need a rare visit from Springtrap. The two would be up there for hours, the very least, Springtrap gives Golden Freddy company. Even as far as taking the lookout role from Golden Freddy. The days of lookouts have become scarce for purple entity sightings. It seems as though the site of ever seeing them again are gone, but not forgotten.
In the winter frost environment, far from the boundaries of the land, smoke can be visible just over a mountain hill of snow. Footprints from a large creature lead up to the cave, a small cave with twigs of wood barely keeping a fire up, cloth from an obscure animal is placed on the ground by the campfire surrounded by rocks. A hefty breath came from a large figure, covered in the same cloth found on the cave floor, who sat near the fire. A lifeless animal with hooves, was placed down by the fire along with several sticks of wood set in random angles. The figure placed some sticks in the flames to keep alive. They let out a huff of air seeing their breath in the cold as they run their hands together near the flames. A set of steps can be heard coming near the cave. Another figure then came in and sat down next to the flames to get warm. No cloth was on this figure, nothing seems to be on this person at all. They both sat in silence as they hear the flames dance. "Didn't catch anything?" The large figure said. The other looked away in silence. "It's okay, we can share what I've caught, it'll last us for tomorrow." The large figure then stirs some sticks in the flames, "You wanna come closer here by the fire, it's getting colder the more you shuffle your way out the cave." The other ignores the larger figures words. "You can't survive on an empty stomach you know. Nightmare wouldn't want you to starve like what you are doing right now." The smaller figure turned its face around, cracks formed from the right side of their face. Their endoskeleton frozen from the frost and damaged cracks formed around it. "Don't give me that face Ennard, give it another year or so."
Ennard looked down at their hands, what remains of them and their body. "Would they want to see me?"
"What's that?"
"Would they...?"
"Alright, cut the crap." The large figure tossed a stick in the flames and put their hands on their knees. "We are out here, because of you. There is no way in hells gate that I am leaving you to die out here, because... you're too important."
"And you? You're not taking much better care of your surroundings. If I didn't come around, you'd be lost."
"And I appreciate you finding me before I die of frostbite thank you." The two sat in silence watching as the snowflakes started to fall. "You make stupid decisions; you know that right?" Ennard flinch as they said it straight to him. "But... your heart is in the right place. I still apologize for what I did to your face."
"It's fine... I deserve it for running off like that, for something I misinterpreted."
"It's a lovely gift. I'm sure he loves it. We'll go back someday." Ennard rubs his fingers, feeling a round like bump on his hand, a matching set to Nightmare and their ring.
