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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 6: Instruments Of Nightmares

''Do you even have a clue? Do you even have one? All the evil things we do, surprising that don't you run, knowing you will die here, knowing there is no way out. Fate is evidently clear, seems you're just oblivious. Do you even have a clue? Do you even have one? All the evil things we do, surprising that don't you run, knowing you will die here, knowing there is no way out. Fate is evidently clear, now it's time to scream and shout.''

– Do You Even? by ChaoticCanineCulture (Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location)

xXxXxXx

''Trapped within the silence inside, watching as the days go by outside. All this replacing, discarding my face in this hollow tune.''

Sam stared at Nightmare Foxy's sharp teeth, feeling both unnerved and curious as the Nightmare Animatronic gave her an empty stare. She felt a little tense, as if fearing that the animatronic would try to bite her head off, even though she knew that that wasn't possible as the Nightmare Animatronic wasn't fully repaired yet. Having Instruments Of Cyanide by DAGames ft. Caleb Hyles and Chi-Chi playing on her smartphone did help her to focus a little more on her current task, even if the lyrics weren't that encouraging.

''The fall of the Idol will tear us limb from limb, to where wandering was a sin, to where nightmares can begin.''

Nevertheless, she still felt that it fit the mood. She had removed the upper part of Nightmare Foxy's mask, exposing the endoskeleton's head, and placed it on the floor. Then, she slightly leaned the head over, finding the wires that had been worn out.

''You'll have to remove those and replace them,'' Springtrap instructed her, handing her the pliers over. ''It is safe to remove them since the animatronic isn't active. Also, keep a track of the wires which you're going to sever, so you don't accidentally cut the wrong one.''

''This life did not choose us, it chose to consume us. To ready for the day we march with dread beneath the sway!''

''Okay,'' Sam muttered, focusing on the task.

Luckily, the faulty wires weren't that difficult to remove and after having done similar procedures on Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Chica, she felt a little more confident in her abilities. That didn't stop the feeling of dread rushing through her body as she approached the Nightmare Animatronics again and again. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that she had actually enjoyed herself while repairing the animatronics.

''Dark nights are upon us! Black magic slays on the chorus, for the choir's in tune with an angel, foresight of the broken chain us.''

Sure, it was tough work, and even a bit frustrating when things wouldn't go the way she wanted them to be at the beginning. For example, when she worked on Nightmare Bonnie, she had accidentally messed up the wires that connected to the animatronic's limbs. Springtrap explained to her that what she had done, that if Nightmare Bonnie were active and his programming told him to move his right arm, he would move his left leg instead. Sam felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation, but she had managed to fix her mistake.

''May her demeanor combine us, within sorrow and blindness we'll follow where the path of freedom can re-join us now.''

Then, there was Nightmare Chica, whose issue was that, even though the rust had been removed, she still couldn't move her limbs smoothly whenever Sam attempted to lift them up. There had been some worn out wires too, but the bigger issue were the bolts and nuts that secured the arms and legs. She had to remove and replace them, making sure to not screw them too loose or too tight so that the animatronic could still move. She felt quite relieved when she had finally managed to replace those. There was also the Nightmare Cupcake, which needed it's spring mechanism, which was necessary for it to open its mouth, replaced. Sam had managed to pull her fingers out of it just in time, as the springs released and it bit down.

''We bow before a fake, for goodness sake! Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away? This decay has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned!''

During the whole process of repairing the animatronics, Springtrap was calmly explaining her how the animatronics exactly worked and instructed her on what to do. Even when she made mistakes, he never rose his voice and would reassure her that she could try again and that it wasn't a big deal. If anything, Sam felt that he made a quite good teacher who, while he would give her guidelines, would also let her to figure things out on her own and learn from her mistakes.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

''I'm done,'' Sam said as she finally placed the mask back on Nightmare Foxy's head and sat down, taking a deep breath. She then glanced at Springtrap. ''Although, there are still two more animatronics to go.''

''If you need a pause, then take one. I mean, it's not as if we're in a hurry,'' Springtrap told her. Sam grinned mischievously.

''You still sound sarcastic,'' she told him. Springtrap just rolled his eyes, knowing that she was messing with him. Sam then stood up.

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

''Let's continue,'' she said, suddenly getting up. ''I want to get over with this as soon as possible in order to see whether this would really work or not. Besides, you said that Nightmare Fredbear and Nightmare Freddy were in a better state than the others.''

''I did,'' Springtrap muttered, quickly picking up the toolbox and following her. Once he got to her, she was already standing next to Nightmare Fredbear.

''You know, it's kind of disturbing how his torso looks like a mouth filled with sharp teeth,'' Sam said. Springtrap felt a sting of guilt, knowing that he really took it to far when he had created the Nightmares, as he should've done something else to ensure Sammy's safety. He still hadn't figured out what to do with them either.

This wasn't what I wanted…

''Dark nights have devoured us! I walk this river of conscience, for a time where we come to escape here, this lens has an open vengeance.''

''Anyways, you said that there were some parts that needed to be replaced, right?'' Sam suddenly asked, snapping Springtrap out of his thoughts.

''Yeah,'' he muttered, nodding. ''The damaged parts are on the back, just below the head.'' He helped her to turn Nightmare Fredbear over in order to remove the suit so Sam would have an easier access to the endoskeleton. ''These wires need to be replaced.''

''I've laid in here for the longest time, the deadliest choir chimes for my awakening, this reckoning will see the light tonight.''

He curiously observed Sam as she reconnected the wires after he had shown her the ones that were the issue. It was still surprising him that she was so eager to learn how to repair the Nightmare Animatronics, but he didn't question her about it anymore. There was no way he could argue with her about this, unless he wanted to hear another lecture from her.

''Say, Will, these are the only Nightmare Animatronics you had made?'' Sam asked, noticing Springtrap's puzzled expression. ''I mean, you haven't made a black variant of Fredbear, right?''

''We bow before a fake, for goodness sake! Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away? This decay has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned!''

''No, it's just these five,'' Springtrap replied. ''Are you asking me that because you saw a lower number of animatronics here in comparison to the videogame you had shown me?''

''Yeah, more or less,'' Sam admitted, putting the new wire into the endoskeleton. ''Anyways, we're almost done. Only Nightmare Freddy is left.''

Springtrap helped her with putting Nightmare Fredbear back the way they had found him, noting the cold glare Nightmare Fredbear was giving them. He felt somewhat unsettled, knowing that it was only worse for Sammy.

Had I been a better father to him, this all could've been prevented from happening.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

He followed Sam as she walked over to Nightmare Freddy, with the three Freddles lying on the floor. She crouched next to him, glancing briefly at Springtrap with a questioning look, seemingly having forgotten what was needed to be done with the animatronic. Springtrap merely took out a battery-like device out of the toolbox and gave it to her.

''Okay, now you need to insert the power module correctly,'' Springtrap told Sam as she fumbled with the battery.

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

Taking a sharp breath, she reached between the torn fur into Nightmare Freddy's chest, trying to place the battery inside the endoskeleton. Once she had managed to insert it into the endoskeleton, she quickly pulled her arm out of Nightmare Freddy's chest, as if fearing that he might bite her. However, the Nightmare Animatronic didn't move at all.

''You know, you still need to activate him,'' Springtrap added.

''Yeah, yeah, I know,'' Sam replied, glancing back at Springtrap, who gave her an understanding look. ''This was the last one, though. It's time to see whether they'll be roaming again.''

''It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem; Empower, desire to reignite the flames!''

Springtrap tilted his head as he noticed that Sam wasn't really doing anything, but just staring at the Nightmare Animatronic with an unnerved look on her expression.

''Sam?'' he asked, with Sam glancing at him. ''You know, you could still step away from this.''

''I know, it's just, I'm not sure what would happen afterwards,'' Sam replied. ''I'm feeling a bit nervous, to be honest.''

''That's understandable,'' Springtrap said. ''If you-''

''For there's one more thing you have of mind, the core to my strings; Empower, desire to reignite the flames!''

Before he could even finish the sentence, Sam had leaned over, with a look of determination on her expression, reaching for the switch and activating the Nightmare Animatronic. Springtrap just sighed after he saw her do this.

I should've expected this to happen. Why am I even bothering to ask her anything?

''So as you ascend to the heavens now, I'll drag you back down to Hell, listen to me!; Empower desire to reignite the flames!''

The two stepped back, observing as Nightmare Freddy's eyes lit up. Then, the animatronic had slowly stood up, his eyes glowing yellow. He then stared at Sam, who felt her heart racing and her hands shaking. It was one thing to repair the animatronic while he was deactivated, but confronting him while he was active was a completely different experience. Even though Sam wasn't exactly scared of the Nightmare Animatronic, she still felt quite intimidated by him.

''Can't you see your friend is now mine, all mine!''

She did notice that Nightmare Freddy didn't look as if he was going to harm her, though. Instead, he gave her a curious look, as if analysing her, with Sam realizing that the last person this animatronic had seen was probably Sammy Afton, so he may have been somewhat confused about the situation, as now a stranger stood before him.

''I've waited here for the longest time, and when the ashes spread apart, it is then I'll take out his heart.''

''She is not your target,'' Springtrap said in a calm tone, drawing Nightmare Freddy's attention. The Nightmare Animatronic seemed to be just as puzzled when seeing Springtrap, with the latter wondering whether the audio and visual recognition system had still worked. The way he had built them, they would be able to recognize him either by his face or voice, but he was an animatronic now and his voice was slightly deeper and raspy, so he wasn't sure whether it would still work this way.

Nightmare Freddy observed him for a moment, then stepped back, nodding. Springtrap felt relieved, realizing that the animatronic did recognize him. If anything, now he knew that the Nightmare Animatronics were fully functional and that they would be following his command.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

Then, as Nightmare Freddy continued to give him a confused look, he realized that he still had no idea what to do with the Nightmare Animatronics. There was really no use for them, but he didn't want to leave them to just rot here. They were the remains of the past, with no purpose, but he figured that he could give them a chance to do something.

''As for now, you're free to roam through this location,'' Springtrap told the animatronic, whose eyes briefly flickered as he glanced at Sam. ''Concerning her, she was the one who had patched you up. Her name is Samantha Blackburn and you will make sure that nothing happens to her, understood?''

''Understood.''

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

Nightmare Freddy's voice was deep and raspy, even though his voicebox was clean. Springtrap wasn't surprised about it though, as he had made the Nightmare Animatronics' voices deeper on purpose to increase the scare factor.

He and Sam then observed Nightmare Freddy as he left the hallway, with Sam looking rather stunned. Even though she was aware about what might happen if she activated Nightmare Freddy, she still felt surprised, especially after seeing his reaction and response.

''It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem. Dark nights are upon us, black magic slays on the chorus. Drag you back down to Hell, listen to me! I've waited here for the longest time! Your friend is now mine, all mine!''

''This is crazy,'' she muttered.

''You know, you should be proud of yourself for being able to repair them,'' Springtrap told her. ''Besides, as nightmarish as they are, there is something satisfying about seeing your creation, the one you had been working hours upon hours, come to life.''

''I have to agree with that,'' Sam said, nodding. She then glanced at Springtrap with a mischievous grin on her expression. ''Let's activate the others. I want to see their reactions as well.'' Her expression changed to a confused one when she noticed the thoughtful look Springtrap gave her. ''Is something wrong?''

''No,'' Springtrap replied in a quiet tone, his eyes glowing in a soft purple. ''I'm just glad about seeing you like this, being so happy. I have also noticed that you have grown quite confident during the past days.''

''Did I?'' Sam looked confused. ''I mean, I am fine with dealing with the animatronics at Freddy's, but if I were to confront my bullies, I doubt that I'd manage to talk to them without breaking into tears at some point.''

''Dark nights are upon us!''

She lowered her head, only to look up when she felt hands on her shoulders, noticing Springtrap giving her an odd look.

''Sam, you are aware that you had confronted a bunch of deadly animatronics, a spirit, a dangerous murderer and Connor over the past weeks, yet you still feel intimidated by your bullies?'' he told her.

''Yeah,'' Sam replied. ''The issue here, Will, is that neither you nor Connor, or even the animatronics, have caused me any kind of traumatic experience. While what happened at the Machinations Factory did freak me out, it didn't scar me for life, and besides, I had already known that Connor was a person that couldn't be trusted. Not to mention, while you did present yourself as a dangerous murderer, you were constantly supporting, encouraging and caring about me. I certainly didn't have the same experience when I dealt with my former friends, who had been trying to use me for their own benefit and act as if I was disposable.''

''I see,'' Springtrap said, remembering that phone call he had overheard when Sam's bullies had called her. He had managed to scare them into leaving her alone and so far, they hadn't called back. ''Rest assured, you certainly aren't disposable. You're a wonderful person in your own right and those who are too blind to see how amazing you are probably treat other people like they're beneath them, even their own so-called ''friends''. You certainly don't need such toxic people in your life.''

''Thanks,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap being glad to see her smiling again. She then gave him a determined look. ''You know what, I will stand up to them and show them that they cannot bully me anymore.''

''You can do that, or you could just live your life the best way you can. Trust me, nothing will anger them more than finding out that their victim isn't as miserable as they hoped you to be,'' Springtrap told her.

''I will,'' Sam replied. ''Also, there's one more thing…''

''What is it?'' Springtrap gave her a curious look.

''I know that you are worried about me, but you don't have to constantly ask me whether I'm fine or not when it comes to dealing with the animatronics,'' Sam explained. ''Besides, we both had promised to each other to be honest about our feelings and I assure you, I will tell you when I'm upset about something.''

''I know that, but are you completely sure you'll be fine?'' Springtrap asked, his eyes gleaming.

''Of course I will-'' Sam cut herself off, glaring at the animatronic, who feigned an innocent look. ''You won't stop with that, am I right?''

''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes now glowing as a msichievous look appeared on his expression. Sam suddenly hugged him, burying her head into his chest.

''Don't ever change, okay?'' she told him.

Springtrap just caressed her hair, a feeling of warmth spreading through his chest. He knew that nothing he had previously achieved could compare to making the person he cared about happy.

xXx

''Do you have any idea what to do with them?'' Sam had asked Springtrap, after having checked her smartphone for the time and placing it back into her pocket. It was late in the afternoon, with the two having spent most of the day working on the animatronics and seeing whether any improvements were necessary. Currently, they were sitting on the stage at the Funtime Auditorium, with the Nightmare Animatronics, as well as Plushtrap, patrolling through the entire location.

''To be honest, I still don't know,'' Springtrap replied. ''I mean, I could leave them here to keep an eye on this place, but I guess I should figure out whether more could be done.''

''You'll figure something out eventually,'' Sam told him. ''If anything, I did learn a lot today from you.''

''I'm glad to hear that,'' Springtrap told her. ''At least I've managed to get something done right.''

''Actually, you had managed to get several things done right, but you still get harassed for that,'' Sam pointed out.

''I'm not sure whether I should take that as a compliment,'' Springtrap said in a deadpan tone, with Sam shrugging. He then glanced at where he had seen the shadow of a person, but there was no one there. He felt a pit in his stomach.

''Will?'' Springtrap turned his head to Sam, who gave him a sympathetic look. While he hadn't really told her anything, she seemed to have already figured out what was bothering him. Not only that, but she was also aware of who exactly wanted to confront him. Sometimes, it was a bit scary to see just how well she knew him. Nevertheless, it also made it easier to talk to her about the issue that was bothering him.

''You know, I wish I could say that I feel fine, but I don't,'' he told her.

''It's because of them, right?'' Sam said, tilting her head.

''Honestly, I never thought that they would want to confront me, despite what was said and done,'' Springtrap told her. ''I mean, no one should come back, as that story is over.''

''Well, Henry and that kid decided to return,'' Sam pointed out. ''They may also have their own reasons for their return.''

''I can only imagine what those reasons would be,'' Springtrap said, sighing and lowering his head. ''Sometimes, I wish that I could change the past, do things in a different manner. But, that's impossible.''

''Maybe, but it's never too late to confront the past,'' Sam told him.

''I know,'' Springtrap said. ''Still, this doesn't make me less anxious about the actual confrontation. I mean, you think about all those things that you want to say, but when the moment arrives, you completely lose yourself.''

''I do agree with that,'' Sam said. ''Nevertheless, you will have to eventually deal with this issue.''

''True,'' Springtrap sighed, still feeling that pit in his stomach. It's never too late to confront your past… But, how am I even supposed to explain myself, especially after what I had done to them?

xXx

It was late at night, with seemingly no one being outside. However, four figures were slowly walking through the empty streets. One of them, Drawkill Bonnie stopped in front of a shop, tilting his head as he saw his reflection. His eyes glowed as he observed his reflection, with him then fixing up the tattered red bowtie around his neck, looking rather satisfied.

His expression then changed to a look of surprise as he saw another pair of glowing eyes behind him. He then turned around, only to see Drawkill Chica glaring at him, her arms crossed. He sheepishly stepped away from the window and continued walking, with Drawkill Chica shaking her head as she followed him.

They all had a task that they needed to fulfill and there was no reason for them to slack off. Any command Connor gave them, they had to obey, as he was their creator and since he had created them, he could destroy them. Even though there was little reason to assume something like that, they were still aware of the conditions of their existence.

They had to find the whereabouts of Springtrap and Samantha, but they had no idea where they should begin to search. The most they knew was that they, unless they had moved, were in Hurricane, but it was still a lot to cover. Not to mention, they'd be moving at night so they wouldn't be seen by anyone. Currently, they couldn't afford having their existence revealed to the public.

As they walked through the streets, looking around for any witnesses, they would occasionally stay at a dark alley whenever they noticed a car passing by. They had figured that they needed a more efficient way to move around. They knew that they could easily split up to cover more ground, but they were still unfamiliar with this place and except for some routes that have been placed into their programming, they still had to learn how to navigate through Hurricane properly.

There was a place rather close to them that Connor told them to keep an eye on, as Samantha and Springtrap might be there. That building was Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which had just opened the day before. Considering how it was after hours, the location was closed and locked, but they still hoped that they might find someone there.

However, as they had managed to find and approach the building, they noticed a disappointing lack of activity. There wasn't anyone outside and all the lights were off. Drawkill Freddy even went to the front door to open it, but it was, as expected, locked. He looked towards the alley, with Drawkill Chica emerging from it, shaking her head. The back entrance was also locked.

Drawkill Freddy then noticed Drawkill Foxy rising his sickle and approaching the front entrance, only to step in front of the fox animatronic, glaring at him. Drawkill Foxy's eyes flared up, but he retreated, looking rather disappointed. The message was clear – they couldn't draw attention to themselves and breaking in would certainly raise an alarm.

Still annoyed about being unable to break something, Drawkill Foxy trailed behind the other three Drawkills, holding the sickle that replaced his right hand with his left hand, his fingers trailing across the edge of the blade. He wanted to use his newfound freedom to do something interesting rather than just search for someone. It wasn't even the kind of Hide and Seek game he had preferred, but more of a boring investigation.

The four hid in a dark alley, waiting for another few cars to pass by, before continuing with their search for that elusive girl and the animatronic that caused them so much trouble. Once they had found the two, they would be free to do whatever they wanted.

As they walked into another street, Drawkill Freddy, who had been leading the group, suddenly stopped, his right arm outstretched. The rest of the animatronics gave him a confused look, with him pointing across the street at a man. Considering the way he had been walking, he seemed to be drunk, probably walking home from a party or from a bar. Even though he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember an encounter with a bunch of animatronics, Drawkill Freddy still didn't want to take any risks.

Drawkill Foxy, on the other hand, rose his sickle with an eager look on his expression, and stepped forward. He stopped when he saw the look on Drawkill Freddy's expression. The bear animatronic looked beyond pissed off and certainly not happy about Drawkill Foxy's antics. Drawkill Foxy's ears lowered and he glanced at Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Bonnie, both who seemed to share Drawkill Freddy's opinion, albeit Drawkill Bonnie looked rather amused about the situation.

After a while, they had managed to reach another location they knew the route to – Ricky's Wonder Shack. It was the establishment Connor had previously worked at before his untimely death. However, that didn't mean that he still didn't have any access to it. As a matter of fact, there was another way to enter the place, but the Drawkills currently couldn't go inside. Nevertheless, they were also told to keep an eye on this place, as it had been quite important to Connor.

''Krach- Krach-''

The four Drawkills felt tense, turning towards where they heard someone groaning. They had noticed a figure walking around, but despite its humanoid appearance, it didn't look like a human.

''Connor… Where's Connor?''

As they got closer to the figure, they had recognized it as Raven, a decomissioned animatronic that was supposed to belong to the group of animatronics that was Ricky and The Misfits, only to end up becoming a scrapped character after an accident that involved the death of Connor's former friend, Bran Crawford, whose soul supposedly haunted the animatronic. However, it seemed that the soul had abandoned its new body quite a while ago.

''Connor… Where-''

Suddenly, Raven let out a screech when Drawkill Foxy hit him with his sickle and knocked him on the ground. The raven animatronic trashed around, only to get grabbed by Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Freddy, who dragged him into an empty alley. Drawkill Freddy then pinned the screeching animatronic against the wall, his eyes flaring up.

''Shut up!'' he growled.

Raven suddenly stopped trashing, giving Drawkill Freddy a stunned look. It seemed as if he had realized what was going on and that he couldn't win this fight.

''Don't we still have a score to settle?'' Drawkill Chica said, tilting her head as she stared at Raven. She could still remember how he had suddenly attacked her and Drawkill Bonnie, causing both of them to lose the girl they were supposed to watch over. Raven kept silent.

''Are you afraid?'' Drawkill Bonnie asked him, with Raven glaring at him. ''You should be.''

''He wanted to see Connor? Why don't we bring him along?'' Drawkill Foxy turned to Drawkill Freddy, who seemed to be considering Drawkill Foxy's suggestion.

''The problem is, he's not the one whom we were supposed to be searching for,'' Drawkill Freddy replied.

''Where is Connor?'' Raven asked, his voice steady. ''You know where that coward is hiding.''

''That coward might find some use for you,'' Drawkill Freddy replied in a mocking tone.

''He won't,'' Raven replied. ''I'm going to kill him for what he had done.''

The Drawkills suddenly laughed, with Raven feeling chills crawling through his endoskeleton. He was aware that they knew something he didn't know.

''I wish you good luck with that,'' Drawkill Foxy told him, grinning like a maniac.

''Maybe we could have some fun with him,'' Drawkill Chica suggested, with Raven glaring at her.

Drawkill Freddy kept quiet as he stared at Raven, tilting his head slightly. He then let go of Raven's suit, with the latter staring at him in surprise.

''We could do that,'' Drawkill Freddy said. ''Or, we could try out something else. Besides, there is no need for hostility now, right?''

''What do you want?'' Raven asked.

''Do you remember that girl and the bunny animatronic that had accompanied her? We are searching for her,'' Drawkill Freddy told him, with Raven looking concerned.

''No,'' he said. Drawkill Freddy frowned.

''Is he denying that he remembers them or is he refusing our offer?'' Drawkill Bonnie asked.

''I think it's both, mate,'' Drawkill Foxy told him in a deadpan tone. Drawkill Freddy snorted as he leaned over, placing his hand right next to Raven's head. Raven noticed a strange red and orange glow coming from the holes in Drawkill Freddy's arm.

''Don't worry, we may have a solution for this issue,'' Drawkill Freddy said.

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