#and while i may have drifted away from fnaf over the years (and as much as a headache as some of the games/books may have given me)

[ravensroleplays]

Holy cow. We've really had ten years of Five Nights at Freddy's. To be honest, I've actually been toying around with what I wanted to do for FNAF's 10-year anniversary project for a while now. I had a couple ideas, but they were pretty much just based off stuff other people did. All I knew was that I wanted to use my versions of the ghost kids from my FNAF AU, because while I may not do as much for it as I used to, I did have a lot of fun writing, drawing, and RPing for it way back when, and I still love these babies :P

Eventually, I decided to do a redraw of the customization screen from the first game with the ghost kiddos in place of their respective animatronics.

Not a perfect redraw by any means--the squares each character was in ended up getting wonky and I couldn't think of how to fix them, and I kind of just gave up on the background colors, but you know what? I'm still happy with how this turned out :P

Original pic under cut.

If you 'like' my art, I respectfully ask that you reblog it as well.

[trashyswitch]

The Superior Security Guard

Mike Schmidt and Jeremy Bond over the fact that both of them worked part-time for a week, at a Pizzeria run by Freddy Fazbear Entertainment.

I was inspired by a friend to try branching away from the Afton's this time. So, I spent around 3 hours looking up other FNAF characters' statistics and stuff...

Let's just say: The Five Night's at Freddy's Franchise is even MORE CONFUSING THAN EVER!

But, I can't change that. So, I'm choosing to take advantage of a Fanon headcannon! (Mike and Jeremy are best friends)

DISCLAIMER: A bit of mild language.

Jeremy and Mike met each other during Jeremy's work week at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. When Jeremy was leaving Wednesday morning at 6AM, Jeremy had walked out the door to find a man standing outside, staring at the new pizzeria joint. Recognizing the security outfit from his own experience, Mike asked Jeremy about the job and brought up his own experiences. So, instead of sleeping the day away (Which was his original plan), Jeremy invited Mike to go buy a soda with him.

Before they knew it, they became quick friends.

Over the years, they leaned on each other to mentally deal with their weird, and eventually quite terrifying, job experiences. When the company was hit with missing/murder charges, Jeremy and Mike talked each other through the terrifying nightmare, that was child murderers in animatronic costumes/children being stuffed in the animatronic robots. Once in a while, to cope with the experiences and make light of it, they would make silly jokes while they talked.

One day, Jeremy and Mike were walking around Mike's neighborhood, each holding a take-out cup of coffee. It was somewhat peaceful just walking on the sidewalks, listening to the spring birds singing and watching them fly from tree to tree.

"Hey Mike?" Jeremy called calmly.

"Yeah?" Jeremy replied.

"Which animatronic was your favorite when you were younger?" Mike asked.

Jeremy chuckled. "You seriously don't remember? I've told you so many times! It was Chica." Jeremy replied.

"Why though?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. I like yellow, and Chica's a yellow chicken. Plus, she's the one that holds the cute, pink cupcake!" Jeremy explained.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that cupcake. I think it was actually named something...something that started with a C. Carly?" Mike attempted.

"Maybe?...No, Carl! That was its name! Carl!" Jeremy replied. "Oh! and the other reason I liked Chica, was because she was the only girl animatronic." Jeremy explained.

Mike laughed at the last remark. "Chica wasn't the only girl. There was Bonnie-"

"Bonnie was a male! He just...had a lot of 'robot make-up'." Jeremy replied, making quotation marks with his fingers. "Bonnie, playing his bright red electric guitar, looking like a drag queen back then." Jeremy joked, playing the air guitar to add to the humor.

"Wait, really? I don't really remember that part." Mike reacted.

"I'm just over-exaggerating a little bit." Jeremy mentioned.

"Alright...Since Chica was the only girl animatronic, did that influence your decision on which robot was deemed your favorite?" Mike asked.

Jeremy's eyes widened. He looked away quickly, as to not raise suspicion. "...What are you implying if it did?" Jeremy asked.

"Oh nothing." Mike replied, shutting his mouth with a smug look.

"You know what? No! We're having this conversation! What were you suggesting?" Jeremy asked.

"Oh I don't know...Have you heard of the term...'Furry' before?" Mike hinted.

Jeremy's jaw dropped. How DARE he?!

"Dude!" Jeremy yelled, lightly pushing him with a smile on his face. "What is wrong with you! I am NOT a furry! And I am CERTAINLY not in love with those creepy, toy-looking robots." Jeremy argued.

"Okay, okay. I believe you." Mike said, still wearing his smug look. Jeremy narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Something tells me you don't..." Jeremy suspected.

Mike raised his eyebrows. "Are you suggesting I SHOULDN'T believe you?" Mike asked.

"Wha-NO, I'M saying that your freaking eyebrows were telling me a different story!" Jeremy reacted.

"Oh...were they now?" Mike asked in a smug voice, before making waves with both his eyebrows.

Jeremy chuckled in both amusement and frustration. "Do you want a punch to the face?" Jeremy warned.

"Oh please!" Mike exclaimed, pinching Jeremy's bicep muscles with his right arm. "Where's the muscle? I don't feel any muscle." Mike joked.

"I may not have arm muscles, but I can skill kick your ass!" Jeremy shot back.

"How? You kinda need arms, in order to do any sort of fighting..." Mike mentioned.

"How about this: Let's stick a pin into this conversation, and open it back up when we get to your house. Alright?" Jeremy suggested.

Mike rolled his eyes with a smile, but nodded in agreement. "Okay. The conversation's been pinned." Mike replied.

The boys decided to take a side road, to head back to Mike's house. After another 10 minutes or so of walking, they finally arrived back to Mike's house. Mike and Jeremy walked up the driveway, and up the stairs to the door. Mike pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. After removing the key and opening it up, both men walked into the house and closed the door behind them. Unbeknownst to Mike, Jeremy had already been spending the 10 minute walk trying to come up with a plan. By the time they reached the house, Jeremy was ready.

"Okay. I'm pulling the pin out. Let's figure out who can beat the other in a match." Mike decided.

Jeremy walked towards each other. They cracked their knuckles as they stood, getting ready to fight each other. In the background, energetic music played to intensify the moment. Both men readied themselves, and waited for the countdown.

3!

2! Both men clicked the 2 button...

1!

GO!

And, they're off! Both men managed to get the extra boost, and were zooming down the raceway. The selected track for this game, was Luigi Circuit. Though Mike managed to completely miss the question mark power ups, Jeremy successfully got a power up! On the top left side of Jeremy's screen, the cube spun, revealing all the power ups he could get. He ended up getting a banana!

"Aw, come on! Banana's suck! Whatever." Jeremy commented, before clicking the button to get Luigi to throw the banana.

As you probably would've guessed by now: The boys were playing Mario Kart Wii for their competition! Whoever got at least 2 wins against their opponent, was deemed the winner.

"What?! Bowser, get outta here!" Jeremy shouted at the CPU who just passed him.

Mike (King Boo) quickly began to catch up, thanks to the speed boosts littered all over the track. Mike passed baby daily, Wario and Birdo, quickly putting him in 4th place.

Soon, both men passed the finish line again. Lap 2! Both men managed to get a power up each, this time! Mike got a shrinking power up, while Jeremy got a red shell!

Mike activated his power up almost immediately.

"Hey! Who made everyone small?!" Jeremy asked. Suddenly, as if the game was deliberately answering his question, a large King Boo drove past the tiny Luigi.

"Aww! Look at the wittle tiny Luigi." Mike teased.

Jeremy smirked and waited for his character to grow bigger again. Once his character grew back to his normal size, Luigi threw the red shell at King Boo.

"Suck on that, Mike!" Jeremy yelled.

"Ha! Says the character with the ghost vacuum." Mike replied with a smug face.

"I- HEY!" Jeremy yelled, elbowing Mike in the arm.

"Oh, you wanna play THAT game, huh?" Mike asked, elbowing Jeremy back.

"Yeah! Fight me bro!" Jeremy yelled.

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "You asked for it..." Mike replied before tackling the man down.

"Mike! Get off me! OHOHOW! YOUR ELBOWS ARE JABBING INTO ME!" Jeremy shouted, attempting to push Mike off him.

As Jeremy tried to push at him, Jeremy accidentally squeezed his side while he was pushing against it with his hand. This caused a sudden jolt and a short spurt of laughter to leave his mouth. Jeremy paused his actions for a split second, and looked at Mike with a smug, suspicious glare. "What are you laughing at? Is squishing me considered funny to you?" Jeremy asked.

"Kinda, yeah. Your body is just so tiny and squish-able!" Mike teased, squeezing Jeremy's side.

"Dohohon't you eheven tryhyhy tihihicklihihing me, you bahahahastahahard!" Jeremy warned through his giggles, before giving Mike a few squeezes and pokes back.

"AAAAH! Nohohohoho! Quihihit thahahat! Dohohon't yohohohou eheheven ahahahattempt ihihit! I am much bigger, and stronger than you. I could RUIN YOU-" Mike warned. Unfortunately for Mike, Jeremy moved his fingers up to his bottom ribs, and began tweaking and digging into them. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAH! NO! JEREMY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mike bursted out, falling beside his friend.

"I think you keep on forgetting what tiny people are capable of. I can climb all over you and destroy you!" Jeremy mentioned as he jumped onto his best friend to dig his fingers into the farthest side of Mike's ribs.

"DAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mike shouted, pausing his squirming to just let out all the laughter in his lungs. Jeremy's smile began to grow wider as he tickled him. Jeremy just adored Mike's laugh! It was so bubbly and fun to hear. There had been times in his life where Mike would laugh out loud for a good 5 minutes, and Jeremy would just be over the moon to hear his laugh. It was really contagious, and usually made Jeremy laugh along with him. When they first met, Jeremy would use as many stupid or funny jokes on him, just to hear Mike's laugh. It was kind of silly in a way. Is it normal to appreciate a person's laugh that much? Or is it weird? Jeremy wasn't really sure. So, the best thing Jeremy decided to do with it, was to just enjoy the laughter for as long as it lasted. Jeremy had drifted off into a daydream amidst the fight. He was so deep into the trance, that he didn't even realize what was going on in front of him!

Meanwhile, Mike had decided to take advantage of Jeremy's dreamy state, to tickle him back.

Suddenly, Jeremy knocked himself out of dreamland with his own bout of laughter! By the time Jeremy found out what was going on, Jeremy was giggling and laughing under Mike's wiggly fingers.

"Hehehehehehehe! Mihihihike! Cohohohome ohohohon!" Jeremy giggled.

"What do you mean 'come on'? You were the one who lost his concentration in the middle of beating me! I'm just getting my revenge now." Mike teased.

"Ihihihi dihihidn't mehehehehean tohohoho!" Jeremy mentioned.

"Well obviously, you didn't. I don't think you could've controlled it! But, I'm still gonna make you regret it." Mike replied with a wink.

Mike shoved his hands into Jeremy's armpits next. Jeremy gasped and squealed before rolling into a fit full of laughter. "NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIT'S TOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy shouted.

"Hahaha! This is awesome! Now, how would you feel if I just..." Mike asked, drifting off as he lifted Jeremy's arm above his head.

"Nonononono! Don't you even TRY TO DOTHATPLE-EEEEEAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHO!" Jeremy screamed.

Mike jumped and retreated his hands out of pure panic. "I'm not killing you! I swear, I'm not killing you!" Mike reacted, putting his hands up in arrest.

"Yohohohou wehehere clohohohose..." Jeremy warned.

"Oh really? Well, now I wanna tickle you more." Mike reacted before shoving his fingers into Jeremy's armpits again.

"WAHAHAHAHAIT! NO! MIKE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Jeremy shouted.

"Please? Please what? Please tickle you more? Gladly!" Mike replied smugly as he lifted Jeremy's arm up and wiggled his fingers on Jeremy's exposed armpit.

"MIKE! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOHOHOHOU! DOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy shouted before dissolving into endless hysterical laughter.

Mike began to giggle along with Jeremy. He was enjoying this way too much...But, who cares? Mike certainly didn't! He liked bringing Jeremy down to just a puddle of laughter. Normally, that involved a really good story. Today though, it was achieved through simple play-fighting.

After another minute of tickling his armpits, Mike brought his hands down to his sides again, to let him breath more. Jeremy happily took in as much air as he could, and allowed himself to still giggle through the tickly squeezes on his sides. It was a more comfortable laughing pace. It felt better to laugh lightly, than to laugh hysterically.

So, Jeremy decided to get Mike laughing as well. Jeremy ran his fingers around Mike's sides for a bit. When he felt curious, Jeremy reached his hand under Mike's shirt and discovered something new: Mike's pretty ticklish on his belly! Specifically, his belly button! Jeremy gladly took advantage of it, and listened to Mike's inner music, that was his laughter.

"Hehehehehehehe! Dohohohon't yohohohou dahahahare! Yohohou'll rehehehegrehehet ihihit...GAHAHAHAHAHA! JEHEHEREMY NOHOHOHOHO!" Mike laughed joyfully.

Jeremy's smirk began to widen, as he swirled his finger inside Mike's belly button. "Is someone a little ticky-ticky-ticky-ticklish?" Jeremy teased.

Mike's face almost immediately began to glow a red hue. "SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!" Mike spat.

Jeremy gasped. "Is Mike a little flustered? Is Mikey-Wikey getting flustered from the ticky-ticky's on his belly button?" Jeremy teased, treating him like a toddler.

Mike was slowly going insane. Teasing his belly button?! Talking to him like a TODDLER?! UH...NO THANK YOU! MIKE IS AN ADULT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

"Quihihihit teheheheasihihing mehehehe! Ihihi'm nahahahat a chihihihihild!" Mike shot back at Jeremy. Before Jeremy could do anything else, Mike had grabbed Jeremy's upper arms and pulled him down onto Mike's lap! Mike sat up and flipped Jeremy over onto his back, before experimentally digging his fingers into Jeremy's ribs.

"NAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOH, YOHOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUHUCK SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Jeremy shouted.

"Wow! You're entire upper body is ticklish! And not just a little ticklish, but SUPER ticklish! We'd better make sure no animatronics find out about this." Mike suggested.

"WHAHAHAHAHAT?! WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOHOHOU TAHAHAHAHALKIHIHING ABOHOHOHOUT?!" Jeremy asked through his hysterical laughter.

"Didn't you hear? The animatronics are able to scan kids and make comments on certain objects and decorations now. For example: the patterns on your shirt!" Mike explained, poking the stomach underneath Jeremy's shirt.

Jeremy's eyes visibly widened, as he bit his lip.

"One of them might scan your body up and down, up and down, up and down..." Mike teased, pointing his index finger at Jeremy as he raised and lowered it to imitate the scanning. "-And they may find out some pretty interesting information:" Mike added as he lowered his hand down to Jeremy's stomach. Next, Mike focused his eyes on a specific tickle spot before lifting his head up and leaning his head in towards Jeremy's head.

"Mr. Security Guard?" Mike asked, in a silly Freddy voice that somewhat resembled Goofy's voice. "You have some very sensitive spots on your body. Are you ticklish?" Mike (Freddy) asked. Despite the small bits of nervous panic going through Jeremy's head, his body began betraying him by instinctively making him smile and giggle like a complete goof. So, Mike began poking, squeezing, and wiggling his fingers on Jeremy's stomach, ribs, and sides.

"DOHOHOHOHON'T! IHIHIHIT'S NAHAHAHAT FUHUHUHUNNY! IHIHIHIHIT'S CREHEHEHEHEHEPPY!" Jeremy yelled back.

Mike smirked and resorted to his Freddy Fazbear voice again. "Don't worry! I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna tickle you a little!" Mike replied as he skittered his fingers higher up on Jeremy's ribs. "What's that saying again?...Oh yeah! Coochy-Coochy-Coo!" Mike teased in his Freddy voice.

Next, Mike left his right hand at his ribs, and brought his left hand down to his belly again. Jeremy's laughter turned into cackles rather quickly. "Hey kids! Look! This security guard is very ticklish!" Mike (Freddy) exclaimed. "Next thing you know, children are gonna come running over and cheer excitedly as they watch a security guard get tickled!" Mike reenacted. "They'll giggle at the security guard stuck in Freddy's tickle trap, and they'll even give their own little pokes as well!" Mike reenacted further, adding in little pokes everywhere he could reach to add to the silliness. "It will be such a giggly mess, that someone may have to turn the machine off!" Mike added.

Immediately after that part, Mike stopped his fingers and pulled them away from him. Jeremy just flopped himself onto the floor, breathing in as much air as he could.

Jeremy was just about done for. He couldn't even IMAGINE such an embarrassing thought! "Next thing you know: You're getting laid off by your supervisor for 'being too ticklish'. Like you can control that, of course..." Mike concluded. Jeremy rolled his eyes, but giggled at the silly conclusion.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup...Yohohou wohohouldn't behe ahahahable to suhurvihihihive either..." Jeremy replied.

"Mm...Maybe not...Maybe yes, though..." Mike replied.

Mike only continued to giggle as he laid there on the ground. Looking around the room, Jeremy couldn't help but notice the flashing Wii remotes. Looking up at the TV, Jeremy noticed that the TV was still on! The Race statistics were playing on the screen as well! Jeremy looked down the list of places, and looked at the statistics on the bottom:

[11th | Luigi | DNF | +0 | 0pts]

[12th | King Boo| DNF | +0 | 0pts]

Well...So much for THAT challenge...

[angelofrainfrogs]

A Piece of the Puzzle

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Pairing: None

Description: Many events that seem mundane at the time may, in fact, have a much greater meaning than one would anticipate. A Oneshot from early in the FNAF timeline.

Rating: K+

Genre: General

Original Fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12295230

A/N: The fanfic came about from a one-word prompt, "Swift." It takes place within the current FNAF universe, where Sister Location, and everything related to it, exists. This is my take on one of countless events that could have happened before everything went wrong. 

A Piece of the Puzzle

"Move swiftly, or you'll never get out alive!"

The instruction played over and over in the boy's mind as he frantically mashed the buttons on the game console. The flashing lights and overly-loud music of the machine didn't deter him from his mission: to get his 8-bit character out of the dungeon they were trapped inside and escape the horde of zombies chasing behind.

At age ten, the boy already considered himself a master at the game. Being family friends with the owners of the Freddy Fazbear Franchise certainly had its perks- one of them being an all-access pass to the restaurant. Thus, the boy spent most of his free weekends in the Game Room, hunched over a bright screen and trying desperately to beat the high score in every machine available. He had been working on this particular game for the past month, and he felt like today was going to be the day.

"No!" he screeched, watching his last piece of life drain away as his on-screen character was grabbed by a wayward zombie. He muttered something under his breath that a ten-year-old should certainly not have said, smacking the top of the machine as the title screen blasted its theme song.

"Hey, be gentle with the equipment," a low voice said, causing the boy to jump and whip around. A man stood in the doorway, eerily backlit by the hall light. The boy could just make out a mildly condescending frown twisting his face downwards.

"Sorry, Mr. Afton," the child replied, hanging his head in both apology and uneasiness. Though he had known this man his whole life, recently the boy felt that there was something off about him. He used to be calm and collected, but after "the accident," as everyone referred to it, he would occasionally drift off in his own world. When he came back to reality, there was a look in his eyes that put the child's nerves on edge. However, the young boy's parents seemed to think the man was perfectly harmless, so he was forced to feel the same way.

"It's alright," Mr. Afton said, a strong British accent distorting his words in a way that still entertained the child after all these years. The man smiled and fully stepped into the room, making the young boy's eyes dart towards the open doorway. He no longer cared about the high score; that could wait until another day. He just wanted to go to space that wasn't quite as secluded.

"Er... I think my mom told me to find her after I finished playing, and I just lost, so..." The boy took a step towards the door. Mr. Afton shifted, following his movements, though not in a threatening manner.

"Well, you can't argue with your mother, I suppose," he chuckled, then raised an eyebrow. "Before you go, though, I wanted to ask you something: are you planning to come back next weekend?"

"Um... yeah?" The boy frowned, trying to recall if his mother had explicitly stated their plans. "I mean, we usually come every week, so I think we're doing the same thing this time."

"...You should stay home." Suddenly, Mr. Afton's tone was unnaturally serious. The boy felt a small chill run up his spine.

"...Why?" he asked.

"We're going to be extremely busy next weekend and I'd hate for you to be unable to enjoy yourself." The older man attempted a smile, but it seemed rather forced. "There are going to be a lot of parties, and big ones at that. Even Freddy won't get that much of a break, and think that you would be much happier spending time at home where it's less chaotic."

The boy remained silent for a moment, wondering why Mr. Afton was so insistent. Still, being a relatively good child, he decided it was for his benefit not to argue. With a nonchalant shrug, he said, "Okay. I'll tell my mom."

"Excellent, thank you." For a moment, the man's eyes seemed to soften, his expression not unlike when he watched his own children having fun in the establishment he had created with nothing but a dream and a desire to accomplish it. It was a look that he had not worn in a long time- not since his son met an unfortunate end with one of these so-lovingly-created animatronics.

"Uh... Mr. Afton?" the boy questioned. The man blinked, coming back to his senses with another chuckle.

"Sorry, just lost in thought. You should go see your mother." He gestured to the door, and the boy took this as a blissful sign to leave. As his foot went over the threshold, Mr. Afton called out one last thing. "I... I'm glad that I got to know you and your family, Mikey. And please, always be good to your parents- you'll never know just how much you mean to them until it's too late."

The boy turned around, utterly confused as to what brought on such a strange piece of advice. However, Mr. Afton said no more- he merely waved the child away and turned to face one of the gaming consoles. As the boy exited the room and ran towards the main Party Area, he could swear he heard the man sobbing softly behind him.

***

Seven days later, a media frenzy broke throughout the town. An entire group of children went missing while having a birthday party at Fazbear's, as well as one of the owners of the establishment- Mr. William Afton himself. No one's body was ever recovered, and this mystery plagued the town for years to come.

It wasn't until about twenty years later that little Mikey Schmidt found out what actually happened... and came to terms with the fact that, really, he had known the truth all along.

[neetmurr]

Nightmare Does Some Routine Dream Haunting, Finds a New Friend Instead

          Dark mist swirled around the vast forest, slinking underneath gnarled tree roots and and around twisted branches. It was eerily silent, the only sound being the easy sway of dry leaves in the cold air. Nightmare moved effortlessly through this realm; the world of bad dreams was his domain to control. His red eyes flashed strikingly through the darkness, piercing the veil of fog around the trees as he searched for the poor soul who dwelled within this space. The rank smell of fear drifted into his nostrils, eliciting a breathy laugh from deep within the bear. His prey could not escape him now. It may be their dream, but he was an unstoppable force of chaos in the mindscape. He lumbered between the scraggly trees, locking on to the terrified scent of the dreamer. Much to his delight, the faint sound of whimpering soon graced his torn ears.

           The trees opened up into a small clearing, filled with overgrown weeds and piles of long dead grass. A disheveled house sat defiantly in the ruin, not willing to give way to the forest’s will just yet. Intrigued, Nightmare approached the rotting edifice. It was common for there to be houses in the nightmares he invaded, even haunted ones, but this one seemed to be off, even to him. There was a thick air of fear and hate surrounding the place, an almost palpable aura that would likely send any mortal running. A savage grin passed over Nightmare’s drastic features. Now was the time to work his special brand of magic.

           The dry wood of the door was no match for Nightmare’s rigid claws. They scraped over and through the thin paint, sending chips of poorly colored wood flying as a loud, grating sound filled the mostly silent woods. The crying from within the house paused hesitantly, leaving only the sounds of muffled choking. Nightmare waited a few moments, letting the dread sink into his prey’s heart. The, without wasting any more time, he ripped the door from its hinges, letting it slam against the opposite wall. Growling, he searched the dark room for the poor soul who had dared close their eyes to sleep this night. At first glance, the room seemed empty, but his eyes soon fell upon a small, feeble figure. Its dark blue fur stuck out in all directions, its skin barely able to cover its bony figure. Nightmare was shocked to see such a pitiful creature. Had someone else been here before him? What in hell had made this person look so despairingly weak?

           “G-go ahead, kill me, I know that’s why you’re here. It’s all anyone ever wants…to see me suffering, to see me die. Just get it over with,” a small, bitter voice called up at him. Nightmare sneered, taken aback by the dreamer’s apparent disregard for his terrifying presence. How dare this sad creature even consider order him around? He took a couple of heavy steps forward, the floor creaking desperately under his weight. Before he could reach this person and strike them down, though, they turned their head to face him, revealing the tear-stained face of a mouse girl. Her lilac eyes were filled to the brim with infinite sorrows; it was clear that nothing he could do would ever amount to what she’d already been put through. Nightmare was in a strange situation: he’d never run into anyone like this in all his years of invading dreams. How was he supposed to gain power from scaring this person out of her mind if he wasn’t even the scariest thing she’d ever known?

           “What are you waiting for? Just end it, I’m tired of waiting!” she practically demanded, causing Nightmare to visibly flinch. His face twisted angrily, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. He pitied this girl. Whatever had happened to her should never have happened, that much was clear. Her soul was beyond tortured, her body clearly having been beaten as well. Yet, despite all this, she faced him with no fear, willing to accept whatever fate he had decided for her. She was strong, resilient, in the face of danger, as if nothing could faze her. Very slowly, Nightmare started to shake his head.

           “No…I will not give you death. It is clear that I have no power over you.” He tilted his head slightly, looking down at the crumpled mess of a mouse he was talking to. For a fraction of a second, he saw confusion flash in her eyes, only to be replaced with a cautious and suspicious stare.

           “What? Then why the hell did you even come in here? I haven’t eaten in weeks…I wouldn’t stand a chance. You obviously came in here to kill me, so why change your mind?” she argued, clearly confused at his mercy. Nightmare’s pity grew for her as he heard of her troubles. This was a dream, but by the way she was talking, he could tell that she was referring to her waking self. She stood up defiantly, albeit a bit shakily as well. Her body was thin, and Nightmare was surprised to see that she could stand at all. She held her arms out, looking intently at the dark bear and awaiting his answer. He cleared his throat, the sound rattling the weak windows of the house.

           “While it is true, I did come here with the intent of harming you, I now see that you are a being deserving of life. Clearly, you have weathered much in your short life, and yet, you stand to defy me. That kind of pure strength is rare in you mortals. I would like to reward that strength with my mercy,” Nightmare explained, as the small mouse became more and more confused. He could sense, though, that he was kindling some kind of hope within her. “I have a request of you, actually,” he continued, an idea crossing into his mind. “When you awaken, I will find you. I desire to know more about your past, and more of how you manage to remain unbroken. So, will you give me your name, so that I may more easily locate you in the real world?” The mouse stared at him, her mouth agape. Clearly, she was not prepared for him to attempt to befriend her. She closed her mouth, then looked away, hesitantly. It wasn’t like she had anything to lose from telling him her name, right? She would probably die if he knew her name or not, so what the hell. She mustered up a smile. A broken, yet hopeful smile.

           “The name’s Blue. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bear!”

(( Blue belongs to @ask-the-fnaf-cast! And also this was my end of a writing trade with her))