You Can't

Chapter twelve

Golden Freddy grabbed Plushtrap by the ears and held him threateningly at eye level.

"Hello" Plushtrap nervously, giving a slight wave.

"You! I know you! My friends over in the Nightmare Dimension have told me LOTS about a little plushie traitor." Golden Freddy snarled.

"Let me guess, it was Fredbear. That guys always strongly disliked me."

"What's going on now?" Bonnie was genuinely confused.

"You have a lot to answer for, you little shit. Springtrap I was expecting to betray us. But you. I actually hate your guts right now!"

"Wait, Springtrap betrayed you? Huh, I thought he was trying to get me killed. He's another guy that strongly dislikes me." Plushtrap had lost his smile. He looked slightly worried.

"I'm gonna send you back to the Nightmares. And you lot. I'm done with you people. So I'll let your nightmare counterparts take care of you." Golden Freddy dropped Plushtrap to the ground, causing him to probably break a few bones.

"Have fun..."
The animatronics blacked out.

"Well back here again." Plushtrap said, shaking his head to get the dizziness away.

"Where exactly is here?" Bonnie asked.

"Some little kids room. This is his nightmare."

As if on cue, a young boy with dark brown eyes and brown hair ran past. He was wearing a striped shirt and blue rolled up jeans. He had black shoes and in his hand he held a flashlight. He ran to the left door and went all quiet.

"What's he-"

"Shh, he has to listen for breathing."

A panicked look flashed across the kids face and he slammed the door shut. He opened the door again and flashed the light. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the middle of the room.

He jumped out of his skin at the sight of the animatronics staring at him.

"Uh, Crying Child?" Plushtrap said, "behind you, there's three."

The Kid immediately looked around and flashed the light. Sure enough, some death bears flipped of the bed.
"Crying Child is the nickname for him." Plushtrap explained.

"Why are you here?" Crying Child asked.

"I got kicked back in. I'm back bitch!" Plushtrap said, grinning again. He laughed slightly, "Uh don't worry, though. I'm still against the Nightmares. Especially Nightmare himself. God, that guy absolutely gives me the creeps. How is he even a thing, someone should kill it. I hope he dies in a fire."

"I can honestly say I think the same about you." Someone, a black bear, said from behind them.

"AHH! Oh, Nightmare. Hi. I wasn't talking about you at all. Haha." Plushtrap spun around and looked at Nightmare. He was black with a purple hat and bow tie. He would look like a darker version of Freddy if it wasn't for the fact that he had two sets of teeth. One in his jaws and one in his stomach.

Meanwhile, the other animatronics were just watching this entire scene unfold, drinking it all in and trying to communicate in each other's minds so they could find a way out.
For the second time in that day, Plushtrap was grabbed by the ears and was held at eye level, this time with Nightmare.

"You have a lot of nerve coming back here, Plushtrap."

"You think I wanted to come back? Golden Fred-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Nightmare yelled. Crying Child gasped. Plushtrap flinched, and lost his smile. He didn't talk, so Nightmare carried on.

"So you must be them. And you must be her. I'll have to bring you back for Golden Freddy to take care of. As for you lot. You should prepare to suffer. And you, Plushtrap. Don't think you've gotten away. I'll exterminate you myself, you traitor."

"Well excuse me. I-"

"NO! JUST! NO!" Nightmare yelled. "Get back on your chair and get out of my sight. I'll deal with you later." He dropped Plushtrap. He scampered out of the doors, glancing back at the other animatronics, with one hand on the right door.

"Can I-"

"GET OUT!!"

"Okay, bye." He ran out of the room, presumably to that chair Nightmare had mentioned.

"As for you..." Nightmare trailed off, and looked at the other animatronics. He started out the door that Plushtrap had just left out of.

"Welcome to your Nightmare!" He slammed the door behind him, laughing as he did so.
Crying Child clicked the torch as he checked inside the closet for something.
No one wanted to know what it was.