Status: What the what?

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"I rather hope you enjoy your... Stay," Fredbear drawled out has he returned to the room where you and the others had ended up, you guys having a pleasant conversation.
Well,
They were.
You were just listening.

"H-how long am I going to be here....?" You asked, softly, still worried to upset any of them.
They could probably very easily hurt you, by the looks of everyone.

"Oh, you can leave whenever you want. We just want to ask some, favors of you." Freddy spoke up, a Freddle poking it's head out from behind the chair, and another crawling into his lap.

They must be stuck like that...

"-To get rid of the binding symbols."

"The what?" You said, snapped out of your wonderings.

"The binding symbols. See, when we were.... Added into the family-"

"Killed, Freddy. We were killed." Chica flailed slightly, like she must be the only sane one there.

"Well yes,.... Anyways, when we were killed, our spirits, souls, what have you, got bond to the house. And to these.... Forms, has you will." Freddy explained, calm, even has another Freddle almost bit his ear.

"See lass, Nightmare is kind of stuck 'ere, e'er since he kind of.... Well, that's his story to tell, but after him and his brothers,"

"Plushtrap and Fredbear," Chica cut in.

"Plushtrap's related to you two...?" You asked, your mind trying to keep up with this quick succession.

"Yes I am! And BearBear and MareMare are twins! I was the lucky third!" Plushtrap piped up, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the childish names, even if this was all very confusing.

"Anyways!" Fredbear tried to pull your, and everyone else's, attention back to the topic at hand. "We need you to get the bindings off, and I'd rather you not leave until then."

"...so can I leave or not?"

"Yes"
"No"
Both answers were given at the same time, from two different people.

Oh dear lord, save us all.

"If I have to stay...."

"Which you don't." Chica said, halfway glaring at Fredbear.

"Then... What do you guys have to eat?
Or, does the water work here? Or-" You continued to list off different items you'd need for day to day life,
Watching has Fredbear got more and more defeated, until her interjected,

"FINE you can leave, but you HAVE to come back!"

"I have to?" Okay now, even you know you're pushing it.

"You WILL, unless you want me to sick Nightmare on you in your dreamscape," Fredbear growled, anger and impatience in his eyes.
The others cast side long looks at him, but none dared to say a word, even you shrinking down against the couch slightly, fear shooting through you yet again.

THIS ISN'T WHAT I THOUGHT I'D GET FROM THIS.

Then Fredbear got hit, not all that softly, causing him to yelp softly.

"God damn you're a whiney one," Nightmare sighed, crossing arms and leaning back against the wall, acting completely nonchalant again.
Ooh, no one would even bother asking what he'd done.
(Y/n), well, you'd probably see what happened in the papers.
No need to tell you now.

"Nightmare, I swear to God, I said-"

"Blah blah blah,"

"Are they always like this?" You whispered to Foxy and Bonnie.

"Mhmm," Bonnie sighed, resting back. "Ever since we've known them,"

"IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS PARADE FOR THAT LITTLE-"

"STOP!" You suddenly yelled, surprising yourself slightly but at the same time, it was only a matter of time. "Thanks Nightmare, for that, but I can do this myself.
And Fredbear, I'm needed here, as Freddy was saying, to get your fucking 'binding' symbols off, whatever that means! So until then, you can't do SHIT to me!
And I'M NOT THAT DAMNED LITTLE."

A slow silence stayed in their air a moment.
Most not exactly sure what to do now.
Chica grinning from ear to ear. This, this, I like her, all of you can't scare her away.

Then Nightmare started clapping, lightly whistling until you threw your shoe at him.

"No," Was all you said, before crossing your arms and plopping back, huffing, all quiet and unsteady a moment yet again.
You could have heard a pin drop, not that they'd have any pins, probably.
Then Foxy laid his head on your lap, a small half puppy noise, trying to break this fragile silence in a positive manner.

"Can ye bring me some taters next time ya come by then....?"

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