Chapter eleven

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"Who. The hell. Are you?"

The boy was short, around thirteen years old. He had blonde hair and had rabbit ears. He had white eyes, and was smiling down at them, with a creepy grin. He held a knife in his hand and looked like he was ready to attack.

"Hi!" He said, with his psycho grin, "my names Plushtrap. And before you ask, yes, I am a plushie. I'm here to get you guys out of here." Plushtrap looked down at them.

"Okay, sounds believable." Foxy said, "how'd you get past the guard?"

"With this handy little knife." Plushtrap tossed it and watched the knife spin in the air, then caught it by its hilt.

"Okay. How'd you get here?" Freddy asked.

"Well, some people were mad at me, I won't mention there names. I got forcibly forced out of the nightmare dimension by unnamed. So I figured, well, it was Springtrap that got me in trouble in the first place, might as well keep trying to help him. Only... He kinda disappeared, so I came to get you out." Plushtrap explained.

"Nightmare dimension?" Taylor asked.

"Let's just say I'm all just a dream. Who is in the real world here.  Hey what can I say, I'm a living hell!"

Taylor already liked this kid, "Okay, Plushtrap. Get us out of here."

"Follow me! And be ready to see a nightmare in action." Plushtrap led them out of the room.

He darted round the corridors, hiding round corners and slinking through doors. A jumble of animatronics followed him, completely ruining his plan of stealth.

Bonnie tripped over, sending everyone apart from Plushtrap down with him.

"Ow" everyone grumbled.

"Would you please keep it down? We're meant to be quiet here." He hissed.

"Sorry." Bonnie apologised.

Plushtrap groaned.

"Oh god. Okay, RUN RUN!" Plushtrap demanded everyone make a mad dash for the exit.

Golden Freddy ran straight in front of them, with a yell.

Plushtrap jumped out of his fur.
Foxy cursed under his breath.
Taylor face palmed.
Bonnie glared.
Golden Freddy looked at them, ready to bitch slap them into Narnia.

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