Chapter. 7

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    "Oh, you found my portal, did you? How about we try something a little harder."

   Everyone awoke. The air was cold, the ground was wet, and the snow was falling. Springtrap, Wilson, Woodie, and Willow all tiredly sat up. Wilson held his face in his hand and stood up, needing to lean against a tree. "where are we?" Willow asked. "I think we're still in the Constant." Springtrap replied. "it's freezing!"
"guys, I have nothing" Wilson said, patting his pockets. Everyone else did the same and also found nothing.
"I have Tracy"
"and I have Lucy."
Woodie and Springtrap sighed of relief. "oh, goooood. You brought the essentials. What are we supposed to do about the rest of us?" Willow was bitter. "You don't have your lighter?" Wilson asked. "No, I do. But it isn't very warm." she said. "and I have nothing." Wilson said. "I thought you said this portal would take us home!" Willow scolded. "well, I guess not..."
"You built this portal, didn't you? Have you even tested this? How do you-"
"Willow! We found it. There's no way he could have built it, OR tested it." Springtrap snapped. Willow looked at him for a moment, then looked back at her lighter. "now, there's snow on the ground, were all cold, we're all wet, and we're all clueless. We need heat, warm clothes, maybe some thermal stones, and resources. How do we get those? We do the same thing I'm assuming you all did when you were first brought here; gather those resources. Are we clear?" he said with a stern voice. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Good. Woodie, get some logs.  Willow, from a different patch of trees, charcoal may not be a bad idea. Wilson, get sticks and grass, and Tracy and I will see if we can find some meat." everyone nodded. "we meet back at, uh, that suspicious random chest." he pointed at a chest just sitting there next to a tree and a radio? Wilson gasped, "a diving rod!" he ran up to it and pried it out of its holder. "a what?" Willow asked. "a divining rod. I bet it could help us!" he held it up, and it hummed. "I wonder if it gets the hockey game." Woodie said. "oh, that'd be great. Then we'd have something else to be mad at." Willow said. "okay, I suppose we meet back here?" Springtrap said. They nodded and disperse, everyone doing  what they were told.

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At dusk, right before nightfall, everyone came back. Wilson got several "stacks" of grass and twigs, and even managed to get gold and other minerals. "hey, I suppose we should open that chest?" he said. "oh, yeah, duh. Heh." Springtrap smiled and looked inside. "oh, we got a winter hat, a thermal stone, and some grass. But there's only one of each." he pulled out the hat and thermal. "I mean, you can take those. I can make my own." Wilson sheepishly offered. "me too." Woodie said. Willow looked at Springtrap. "So- What? You wanna fight over it?" she said. "nah. You take it. I'm covered in fur." he handed them to her and looked back at the chest. "well, we have free storage." he said. "Hey, let's make a fire before we die, eh?" Woodie said, already making a fire. "oh, right. I got food. Berries, carrots, and morsels." he held up a sack of food. He opened it and handed out everyone's rations. The sun fully set and Woodie got the fire up. Everyone huddled together by the fire and cooked their rations. "save some for the road, guys." Springtrap said. He equipped Tracy and held her in his lap. Wilson scooted close to him and hesitantly, askingly (?) rested his head on his shoulder. Springtrap accepted his offer and wrapped his arm around Wilson, who hummed quietly and smiled in response. "oooh, someone's got a crush~" Willow teased. Wilson smiled, and blushed bright f*ckin red, and hid his face.

--well, there's that answer out of the way.--

Springtrap thought for a moment, then set his chin on his head. "aw, that's kinda cute." Lucy said. "yeah." Woodie blah. Willow huffed and ate most of her carrots.

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Night fell and everyone looked at the sky. "Sure is pretty." Woodie said. "Yup. Not gonna see that in the city." Springtrap replied.    

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