FNIA Real World Problem

Chapter 11: Rest and The Dream

"Is he serious?!" Wither spoke in mind. "He is a fool if he thinks he can kill me with what he has planned. I am the one who was known to be death. Nobody has ever been able to kill me... I'm not going to lose to a man like this one." Wither spoke in mind again. Wither got his hand free and as soon as he did Drake kicked thru the fence and down through a fake grass pile. Wither fell and landed on a sharp stick that impaled Wither through the chest.

The spirit that was within Drake gave up as in it was too tired now. Drake fell onto his back and smiled. "That was for you... Agatha... And you... Michael... You both can rest now along with everyone Wither killed." Drake said in his mind. Puppet came over to Drake and sat by him as he was down on the ground catching his breath. Puppet handed Drake the mask.

She had taken it from Mangles hands when she walked thru the back doorway. "Here use it and have him consume Withers body along with his soul. Knowing Wither... he won't die easily." Puppet said to Drake. "How do you know them..." Drake said while catching his breath due to using the last of his spirits energy to ram Wither down into the spikes.

"They visited our world I guess... They were human at the time. But... I don't understand how Midna, Sheela, and Wither got all that power. The last time they visited they dismantled Funtime Foxy. They said something about some job was done when they were on the phone." Puppet said as she put the mask in Drake's hand.

Drake looked at the mask and put it on as he got up. A black smoke covered his entire body beyond any point of it. The mask itself spoke. "Puppet?" It spoke. "I'm out? how?" The mask asked puppet. Puppet pointed at Wither who was still impaled on the spike. "Can you consume him?" Puppet asked. The mask let out a shadow from its back.

The shadow went down towards Wither and picked him up from the spike. It began taking Withers remaining soul. The soul slowly began being covered by a black mist. The shadow shrank the soul into nothing. The mask sent Withers physical body through a shadow portal.

"Done..." The mask spoke once more. "You have exactly 55 minutes left to be out for this time." Puppet said. "Very well..." The mask spoke as it looked back at Mangle. The entity then phased at a quick towards Mangle. Freddy got in between both Mangle and the entity that covered Drakes entire body. Freddy was protecting just in case the entity that Drake could not control fully would dismantle Mangle. "Move, Freddy. I mean no harm to you nor anyone. I simply do what I'm summoned to do." The entity said as it stared at Freddy in the eyes. The entity was slightly taller than Freddy at its current state. Freddy looked closely into the entity blank white eyes as the rest of the body was black smoke that was thick enough to cover everything it consumed. The entity walked past Mangle and Freddy and sat on the couch in the living room as the entity closed its eyes. 

A 2nd spirit appeared next to Puppet. It was sleeping. "So that is his inner spirit. Looks just like him. Only slightly different" Puppet said quietly as she put her hand on the spirits head. The spirit smiled as it slept. Mangle sat by the entity and leaned towards it her head on its shoulder and went to sleep. The entity looked at Mangle without moving the body.

The entity then went back to sleep as it slowly vanished, and the mask fell off. The entity went back into the mask and left Drakes body. Foxy, Bonnie, And Chica went and sat in the living room with Mangle and Drake. "That was a close call for Drake." Bonnie said. "Yeah. But he said something about a promise." Chica said. "I don't know what the promise was about all of a sudden" Foxy said.

A golden animatronic appeared and sat next to Drake and leaned against him and slept with her head on his other shoulder. Drake opened his eyes slightly and looked slightly towards the golden animatronic. Drake smiled and looked at the others. Drake went back to sleep on the couch. It was then he found himself in an office room in chair. 

In front of him was a table and the other side of the room was pitch black. "Well, I'm surprised you beat Wither." something spoke from the other side of the area. "Don't speak or the others will hear you. Listen you will see me soon I want you alive for that, ok?" the figure spoke again. Drake nodded. "Good. Well good luck." The figure said as the dream went full black.