Freddy: Travel to the what-now?
-Freddy took his millionth sip of coffee to realize that he was out, but he was too lazy to get up. Freddy was still bewildered that anything like this would happen to him— and Bonnie, for that matter. And everyone else was in danger because of it.
Taylor Swift: The Undernest. The only way to get there is a portal formed by the contract maker(s). We could talk with Bonnie and convince him OR we could kill him and use his body to make it. But—
-Freddy didn't want to convince Bonnie anything.
Freddy: Okay! Let's just kill him! Let's go!
-Freddy stood up from his chair, but Taylor Swift motioned him back down.
Taylor Swift: I wasn't done. Okay, so we CAN'T kill Bonnie because he cast a cycle hex on you.
-Where the heck did she get all of this information? He reached down to pet Chica briefly, who was passing by.
Freddy: How do you know all of this?
-She was quick to respond.
Taylor Swift: That doesn't matter right now. We need to get to the Undernest before your thirteenth cycle.
Freddy: Thirty?
Taylor Swift: ThirTEEN!
-Freddy figured it meant thirteen total cycles of this death thing.
Freddy: I have plenty of time then!
-Taylor Swift looked flustered.
Taylor Swift: No you don't, Freddy. You need to listen to me. These cycles go by quick.
Freddy: But I'm only on my fourth or fifth one!
Taylor Swift: Freddy. Just hear me out.
-Silently, Foxy came over to the table and took a seat next to Taylor Swift.
Taylor Swift: We HAVE to get Bonnie to form the portal. He's the only one who can.
-Freddy snapped:
Freddy: Fine then. Let's just go there.
-They began to walk towards the security office, where he knew that Bonnie was. Chica fell down from the ceiling in front of them and onto a table. The table snapped in half, but Chica was fine and dandy.
Freddy: Chica! We talked about smashing tables!
-Chica galloped over to him.
Chica: CHICA FREDDY KFC KFC!!!!
Freddy: No, Chica, no!
-Freddy was frustrated, but he couldn't fix the table now. He had to focus on Bonnie. Chica followed them to the security office where Bonnie supposedly was. Bonnie was sitting in front of the computer staring at the blank black screen. Once Freddy stepped on that one tile outside the door that always made a creaking sound, Bonnie blinked a few times and looked up at them. He narrowed his eyes.
Bonnie: What do YOU want?
-How was Freddy supposed to respond to that? Freddy resisted the urge to make his hands into fists.
Freddy: Take us to the Undernest. NOW.
Bonnie: Pshh. Or what?
-It was hard to think of an "or what" when it came to a situation like this.
Freddy: I wiiiilllll... take your privileges away for a month! No— two!
-Bonnie's hateful stare turned into a "seriously?" smile.
Bonnie: You really think that privileges matter to me right now? Really? This is a demon, Freddy. A DEMON. I don't know what kind of rock you've been living under, but get that in your head!
-He said that almost lightheartedly.
Freddy: Just let us get this whole thing figured out so we don't have to die from a dumb decision made by a dumb mistake like you!
-That last part slipped out on accident. Whoopsy-Daisy. Bonnie looked aggravated. He stood still for a second, then he could see that he clenched his purple fists. He swiftly snatched an object off of the desk that was hidden behind the monitor and he grabbed Foxy and pulled him closer to him. Freddy's eyes widened. Foxy shrieked for a second in surprise.
Foxy: EEK!!
-Bonnie had a gun pointed at Foxy. A GUN. Instead of something quiet like a knife, he decided to get a gun. Where did Bonnie even GET a gun?! Freddy backed off and bumped into Taylor Swift, who bumped into Chica, who bumped into the wall.
Bonnie: We are NOT going to the Undernest. We are going to stay here, I will spread peanut butter on the walls, and you will all stay where you belong until this cycle is complete!
-Freddy had seen this in movies, as he did a lot of things. He took one slow step towards Bonnie.
Freddy: Don't do this Bonnie. Foxy has nothing to do with this. Let him go.
-Freddy expected an elaborate response, but instead he got a:
Bonnie: No.
Freddy: Bonnie,
-He tried to make his voice as reassuring as possible, but instead it sounded like he was straining his throat.
Freddy: You don't have to do this. No one needs to die. We can work all of this out.
-He thought of when Foxy was in a bad place and what he told him that he couldn't think of now.
Freddy: Together.
-He made "together" sound like a question. He was bad at motivation. Really bad. He watched Sonic Boom too frequently and he needed to watch MLP more. Taylor Swift interrupted his thoughts by pushing him to the side.
Taylor Swift: Let him go, Bonnie. And give Freddy the gun.
Freddy: Yeah.
-Freddy took a step closer to Bonnie. Maybe too close. He slowly reached out to the gun, but he moved too quickly.
Bonnie: You can't make me.
-Then a bang went off. A large piece of metal sounded off as it hit the floor. Taylor Swift gasped, but Freddy could barely hear with the ringing in his ears. When he looked up, Bonnie was backing away, but his vision was progressively getting hazier and hazier. He couldn't focus anymore because of how much the ringing had pierced his ears. Then he blacked out.
