You Can't

Chapter Thirteen.

Taylor chatted with Crying Child, trying to pull this entire thing apart. From what she had gathered, ever since she died, apparently things had been weird over at the nightmare dimension. The concept of the nights were still the same, run back and forth for dear life. But the animatronics had been acting weird. Crying Child didn't know much about this himself, but apparently someone appeared in the dimension, chatted with Plushtrap, then vanished. Taylor thought she had an idea of who this person was.
Then, according to Crying Child, Plushtrap turned on the Nightmares, who could apparently also turn human although Plushtrap was the only one who did. During this conversation, Crying Child had to stop to check the doors, closet, and the bed. He was looking for Nightmares.

His alarm clock beeped and he switched it off.

"Okay." He said, his voice getting slightly louder as he immediately began to relax. "I think I'm safe to give you guys a tour!"

"Great!" Bonnie said, they had already introduced themselves.

Crying Child led them out of the room and down a corridor. There was a grandfather clock and Crying Child looked up at it and smiled. He wasn't looking at the time though, he was looking above the clock. Taylor decided not to question it.

"This is the chair." Crying Child gestured down a darkened corridor. "That's where Plushtrap is. Down there's the living room. Plushtrap turns into plushie mode during the day, so he can't talk or move. Well, he can't after I play his little game after each night. So there's something I have to do between six and half six. Around that corridor and down the hall is the kitchen. Down there is my sisters room. That's my mum and dads room and there's my brothers room." Crying Child said, "my brother should still be sleeping, thank the stars."

Chica acknowledged a fearful look in the kids eyes when he spoke about his brother. She immediately realised this family was not ordinary.

Crying Child went down the corridor and sat on the floor. He flashed the light on and Plushtrap sat on the chair in plushie mode. He was a yellow rabbit with black eyes with white pinpricks in the middle. He looked like Springtrap but was smaller and looked more fixed up. He still had his psycho grin, though. It never seemed to go away. Plushtrap was slouched in his chair. Crying Child flipped off the light for a while.

"Welcome to Fun with Plushtrap." He said.

He switched the light back on and saw that Plushtrap was no longer in his chair. He switched the light off again, then switched it back on. Plushtrap had been caught right in the centre of a red X that Taylor didn't notice before.

"Plushtrap won't ever win this game, won't he?" Foxy asked, realising he was skilled at this.

"If he did,my then its the end of me. So, in a way of words, you can't, can't you, Plushtrap."

Plushtrap looked up, but didn't say anything.
"You moved?" Crying Child asked.

Plushtrap simply nodded, and stared at the group.
From his point of view they looked like the dream team.