You Can't

Chapter twenty

Night fell.
A depressing night fell.

Taylor spent the entire time being uncooperative to the Nightmares, who were interrogating her about everything.

"What's your Mom and Dads name? Just wondering."

"How many fandoms are you in?"

"Current favourite song?"

"Do you ever talk?"

Plushtrap was meanwhile down the hall, sitting back on a chair whilst Nightmare nagged like hell at him, like he had been doing for the past four hours.
"-still incredibly disappointed about your betrayal, you should learn to be more grateful. Are you even listening to me?" Nightmare shouted. Plushtrap didn't answer. "Right well, we best be sending her back to the future, and out of our dimension. If you wanna say your goodbyes, better do it now."

Without waiting for an answer, nightmare grabbed Plushtrap, who was in his human form, by the ears and dragged him down the corridor, despite protests that rocketed from him. Nightmare charged through the Crying Child's bedroom door. "Where the hell- oh yeah." He said, about to ask where said Crying Child was, then remembering.

Taylor still didn't say a single word as Nightmare announced he was sending her back with Kit. Kit, on the other hand, was giving a speech about how she couldn't wait to leave the place.

"I'm gonna miss you all, I'll send you a post card if you still exist that many years in the future. I went through a lot of yelling, death threats and bullets to get the girl and return, but it was so worth it. Thank-"

"Shut up!" The three death bears, also known as 'Freddles' said in complete unison.

"I'm coming!"

Plushtrap spoke suddenly, "I don't care if Golden Freddy is there, and I don't care if there's a huge chance of me dying. I am not staying here with you insomniacs who clearly do not know the importance of sleep."

Taylor stared in surprise. The Nightmares immediately erupted into a debate about wether Plushtrap should go or not. Half of them, including the main four and Nightmare, and more said good riddance. The other half, including Mangle and Balloon Boy, and, again, more, said they needed him, he was useful.

Nightmarrione brought up a good point, "he knows what he's doing with the music box, if he goes back, he can fix it and bring The Marionette back."

"not our problem, I don't care," Nightmare said, "and as leader, I say he goes." He snapped his fingers "so goodbye! It's all over now. For us that is."