Salt Lake City Utah,
Two months later:
Over the last two months the news has been filled with reports of attacks that have occurred all over the area. mostly people
have been killed in a very brutal manner or important buildings have been burned to the ground. And we all already know who is responsible for them. I have been hearing his voice in my head during that time and seeing through his eyes, but today it has been going on nonstop and it is driving me insane. I am sitting on my bed with a pounding headache and am covering my ears, hoping that it would help block out his voice, but it is useless. I try thinking about other things and counting backwards from 100, but after a short time I would eventually slip back into the endless stream of his thoughts. But now it has been to much to process. at least my parents aren't home right now to see me like this. I think to myself miserably. and I finally surrender to it and I feel myself slipping away.
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I knock on my brother's bedroom door and wait for him to say that I can come in, but I don't hear a response so I slowly open the door. "Hey Fredrick, I have something important to tell you..." I see him sitting on the edge of his bed and he is looking blankly at the floor. "Uh, are you okay?" I ask as I step into the room and close the door behind me. He doesn't respond so I walk over to the bed and sit down beside him. I hear someone laugh and then I hear Fredbear speak to me. "I think it would be wise if you where to leave him alone." He says to me in his garbled voice. "Why?" I ask. "I can sense that he is not in his right mind at the moment." He replies. "What is that suppose to mea-" My brother suddenly lashes out and grabs me by the neck and screams as he slams my head into the bed post which makes stars appear I front of my eyes. After a short struggle I manage to finally throw him off of me. He hits the floor but gets up almost at once and throws himself at me with an insane look on his face. Forgive me! I mentally yell and, with one well aimed punch, hit him on the side of the head with my fist and he falls to the floor and faints. I look down at him for a moment and ponder how I would explain this to our mother and father when they got home from work, but then I turn around as I hear the door open behind me. but instead of it being the others, someone else walks into the room. "Found you." Says a decaying rabbit suit with a giant drill in place of one of its hands. It can't be... I hear a faint moan from behind me and look behind me to see Fredrick slightly move behind me. If he snapped again, it would probably mean the end of both of us. "Who are you?!" I demand even though I have an idea that I know who it is. "I'm his friend of course!" The creepy rabbit that looks like Springtrap replies as he points to Fredrick who is now sitting up and rubbing his head. "No your not! Your Springtrap!!!" I say. "SPRINGTRAP?!" The suit roars at me and the drill on its arm starts spinning. "I AM NOT THAT BETRAYER!!!!" It yells at me and stabs the drill into the wall which leaves a large hole in it. "Then who are you?!?" I demand again as I stare it straight in its eyes... Now that I think of it I feel like I've seen those eyes before... "ITS ME, Riley Freewill." It growls. "Well I USED to be." It adds coldly. "R-Riley!?" I hear Fredrick say in shock and confusion behind me. "B-but what happened to you?!" He asks in curiosity and fear. "Well if you hadn't noticed already, I got stuffed into this stupid suit I made for him!!" He sneers at Fredrick. "I came to hunt you down and kill you..." He says. And raises the drill above his head and Fredrick backs up a bit. "But I have lost the heart to." He finishes sadly and let's his arm drop down by his side. I had to admit it, I sort of felt bad for him. Suddenly he is knocked forward with so much force that he smashes into the wall behind me and I see chica swiftly run over to him and pin him down with her foot. "What are you doing here?!" She growls at him with a fierce expression on her face. "Get off of me you stupid chicken!" Riley snarls and scratches her leg with the sharp claws on his other hand. "Ack!!" She loses her balance and lands on her back with a loud clank. I see the others rush into the room including Spring Bonnie and then all heck breaks loose. Riley starts fighting them all at once and they kick and punch at each other. Spring Bonnie tries to yank the arm with the drill on it off, Mangle hangs from the ceiling and tries to bite his head and also jabs at him with the saw on her back from time to time, and Freddy uses his flamethrowers a couple of times but without success. I turn around to grab my brother so he doesn't get trampled by them, but he isn't there...Oh no. I feel someone standing behind me and I don't have to guess who it is and I slowly turn around to face him. "Hi." I say after a short pause in the calmest voice I can make and make myself look him in the eyes. He twitches slightly and I see his fist come flying at my face but then there is a flash of golden light and a loud, deep demonic scream fills the air which makes everyone freeze in place including Fredrick and it makes my backbone shiver. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?" He yells as he glares at all of us. We all just stare back at him and Mangle falls off of the ceiling with a loud thud. "Its Springtrap, Fredbear!" Spring Bonnie explains. "R-Rosemary?" I look back at my brother and see him looking at me with a scared look on his face. "I-I..." I wrap my arms around my brother and hug him. "It's okay," I say to him. "Everything is fine now..." I reassure him. "I am NOT Springtrap." I hear Riley hiss at Spring Bonnie. "Then prove it!!!" In one swift movement Riley flips the top half of the head up to reveal a decaying head that Is clearly not springtrap's. "I am Riley Freewill!" He insists as he puts it back down. "Then how in the world did you end up in that suit?" Spring Bonnie asks. "I would rather not recount that, "Unpleasant" experience." he replies. "TELL ME!!!" Spring Bonnie yells as he punches him in the jaw. "BROTHER!WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!" Fredbear says in shock. "Did-did you just call me, "brother?" Spring Bonnie asks as he lowers his fist and looks at him. "Yes," Fredbear answers as he looks at him sadly. "I did call you "brother"." He says. "But how can we be brothers?" Spring Bonnie asks in confusion. "We aren't even human!" He exclaims. "C-can I talk to you in private?" Fredbear says in a low whisper. "What aren't you telling me?" Spring Bonnie asks."just follow me and I'll explain everything." And with that he disappears in a flash of golden light and Spring Bonnie does the same. "So, what do we do now?" Fredrick asks no one in particular. "Well I want revenge on Springtrap for what he did to me!" Riley says. "So does that mean you will join our side?" I ask him. "No, I will only fight for myself." He says as he looks at me. "Not for you." He finishes. "But will you lead us to him?" Fredrick says. "Yes, but after that, who knows, I might feel the heart again to kill you." He chuckles. Fredrick looks down but then it looks like a thought occurs to him. "when and why did you join Springtrap in the first place, Riley?" He asks him curiously. Riley just glares at him. "Never mind then..." Fredrick says. "And don't call me Riley anymore," he says to Fredrick. "You can call me Drilltrap." Then I hear a cry of disbelief, rage, and despair come from the basement and then Spring Bonnie appears in front of us with his hands on his head. "I-I REMEMBER!!!" He cries. "Remember what?" We all say at once while Riley a.k.a "Drilltrap", just looks at him in annoyance. "I-I remember when he killed us!!!" He sobs. "Wait, who killed you when?!" Fredrick asks in confusion. "On-on July 1, 1975...Dave-Dave killed me a-and my-my brother!!!"
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