Not Just A Toy(COMPLETE)

Chapter 18- Survive the Night

*Your POV*

You watch from your car as Withered Bonnie lunges at Golden Freddy, who simply teleports and lets him crash to the ground. Golden Freddy then kicks Withered Bonnie's back a couple times and steps back, letting the faceless bunny stand up. Toy Bonnie leaps to his feet and gets out of the way, backing off with Foxy, Mangle, Toy Chica, and Toy Freddy. They look rather anxious, like they're itching to join the fight between the golden bear and the faceless, purple bunny. You wish you could help them fight instead of sitting useless in your car. All of a sudden, an arm snakes around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides and your body to the seat, and a hand clamps over your mouth.

"Hello, (Y/N)." A voice purrs into your ear.

"Wh th fffk rrr yu?" You ask, your voice muffled from the hand over your mouth.

"Oh, you know me. They just haven't dismantled me yet. And I surprisingly found that I have a human form, even if it's a little...withered."

'Is this Withered Freddy? It has to be. Bonnie's fighting Goldie, and Chica's been taken apart. Huh. I thought the Withered animatronics didn't have human forms...' You think.

"Okay. I'll let you talk. But I warn you, I'm armed. I'm gonna pull you back here to make this easier." The voice says.

You felt the hand leave your mouth, and the arm across your waist pulls you between the large space between the front and passenger seats and into the back seat. Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you see that it is indeed Withered Freddy. He's got a handsome face, but patches of "skin" are missing, showing wires and circuits underneath. His suit is ripped in places, some showing "skin", some showing more wires and cross beams. Your back is pressing against one of the car doors. Withered Freddy presses a knife against your neck and puts his face uncomfortably close to yours.

"You know, you have a very pretty face. I can see that Toy Bonnie has excellent taste." He whispers, laughing softly.

He leans forward to kiss you, and you manage to reach behind you and open the car door. Both of you tumble out. You smack your head on the pavement, and stars dance before your eyes. Withered Freddy, on the other hand, falls over your head and smashes face first into the ground, kicking you in the face as he did so. You dizzily scramble to your feet, trying to put as much distance between you and Withered Freddy as possible. Withered Freddy recovers quicker than you expect, and he grabs your ankle. You stumble and fall, crying out as you do so, painfully shredding the skin of your knees on the rough pavement.

*Toy Bonnie's POV*

I hear someone cry out from somewhere off to my left. I turn towards the sound, and see (Y/N) on the ground.

'Did she trip over something and fall?' I wonder.

As she tries to get up, something pulls her back down and drags her to the other side of the car.

'Uh oh. That's not good.' I think, sprinting over to the car.

Withered Freddy has her pinned to the hood of the car, in his human form. He has a knife against her throat, evilly tracing random patterns on her neck. (Y/N)'s pretty face is turned to the side, tears streaming down her cheeks. I simply walk up behind Withered Freddy and tap his shoulder.

"Excuse me, good sir." I say, feigning politeness with a snooty British accent(A/N: It's a word. Look it up.).

Withered Freddy turns around. I punch him right in the face. He falls backwards, almost crushing (Y/N), but she manages to roll out of the way. I let Withered Freddy get back on his feet, and then I lift him up by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the trunk of a nearby oak tree.

"If you ever fucking touch her again, I'll go to a fucking instrument store, buy a ding dong damn trumpet, shove it down your shitty throat, and blow into it as hard as I fucking can until your fucking endoskeleton flies out of your fucking asshole. Got it?" I growl.

I don't give him a chance to answer before punching my hand straight through his chest. I rip out his power core and throw it to the ground, crushing it against the pavement. I turn back to (Y/N). The expression on her face is one of pure terror.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, darling," I say, pulling her into a hug, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt."

I feel her muscles relax, and she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.

"It's not that," She whispers, "H-he said others was coming, and that they would kill me and all that I love. H-he said nothing, not even you guys, could stop them."

"We'll see about that. They can fucking TRY to hurt you." I say, rubbing her back reassuringly.

But I think I have an idea of what's coming, and I don't know how we'd beat them.