Noon turned into afternoon and afternoon turned into night. I have to admit that I slept a few times backstage because, you should agree, 13 hours of helping out in your dad's restaurant could really drain your energy.
The restaurant itself had emptied itself since it was already past 9 o'clock, and there was nobody else in the pizzeria except for me, my family, Fredbear, and Spring Bonnie.

Me, yawning, walked over to Vincent in a drowsy fashion. "Are we going home now?" I asked him, covering my mouth as I yawned.

"Of course we are, sweetheart," he replied. "Everyone else is home."

Fredbear, Spring Bonnie, Samantha, Michael, and Elizabeth walked into the hall, smiling brightly. "You guys about to go home?" Spring said to us cheerfully, brushing her golden tuft of fur on her head.

"Yes, we are," Vincent replied, hands in his jeans pockets. "Fredbear, Springy, your pizzas are in the fridge. Help yourself—you deserve them."

The two nodded, smiling still. "Thanks, Vince," Fredbear thanked, and Vincent gave the two a small nod. I noticed the TV was still on, viewing the news channel, filling the semi-silence with the voice of a woman. But the woman, who was telling the news, caught my attention when I heard the word '...had disappeared last night...'

I immediately turned to the TV, which was hanging on a pillar in the hall, and the others followed my gaze as well.

The woman was wearing a solemn look, while continuing to speak the news gravely. "...without a trace. It was reported that she went after one of her cats which ran outside her house and into the wooded park at around eleven. The police have investigated the park and reported that no footsteps were found..."

...

No... no...

Voices rang in his head. Warning voices. Echoes of menacing laughter...

Leave me alone!

"You can't escape from us again, Half-Blood. We sense your fear... There is no running away from us again..."

...

"Fredbear? Are you okay?"

Fredbear had fallen onto his knees and groaned and growled in anguish, clutching his head as if he was in absolute pain. "Fredbear!" I cried. I started to panic—wouldn't you start panicking when someone looked as if they had a terrible headache until they fell to the ground?

"Leave me alone!" Fredbear roared, still bent over on the floor and clutching his head. I flinched, tears starting to form in my eyes as I watched him roar and groan and roll on the floor in pain. Vincent hurriedly scooped me up in his arms, clearly terrified at the golden bear's state.

Spring Bonnie seemed to be almost as panicked as I was, but she also looked like she knew what she was about to do. She quickly knelt on her rabbit legs next to Fredbear, held his furry cheeks with her two paws, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Look at me."

Fredbear slowly looked up into Spring's terrified and worried green eyes.

"Springy?" he whispered.

"Help me..."

After Spring hurriedly brought Fredbear backstage, we turned off the TV and quietly tidied up the rest of the furniture in the pizzeria. I had completely no idea on what had happened earlier, and it looked like my family hadn't either.

Suddenly Eliza cleared her throat, breaking the silence while we were tidying up the tablecloths. "Um, Dad?" she said, "What happened?"

"Is Fredbear sick?" asked Michael.

"We have no idea either, sweetheart," Sam sighed. "I wish we knew he was sick."

"Are you sure he's sick, honey?" Vincent said. I scratched my head absentmindedly. "I think so," I spoke up. "He wasn't looking all that good this entire day."

I worriedly looked at the closed curtains onstage when I heard more groans and moans from Fredbear and reassuring shushes from Spring Bonnie. I looked at Dad again. "Should we visit him?" I asked anxiously.

"Well..." He absentmindedly smoothed the tablecloth again, "okay. But don't be noisy. I'm sure he's not feeling well and he needs rest."

"No one's gonna be noisy, Dad," Michael chuckled, shrugging. "We know."

Our parents nodded and led the way towards the Backstage. When we stepped on the stage floor, the groans and growls from Fredbear became much more clearer and more aggressively bear-like. I was actually sick with nerves.

What if something was wrong with him?

"Fredbear?" I said quietly, gently drawing the curtains.

Spring Bonnie immediately whipped around, and expression of ultimate horror on her face. "Wait, kids, don't—!"

Then we immediately saw what was horrifyingly wrong.

We had drawn the curtains only to see Spring Bonnie standing in a corner, trying to stabilize and calm down a completely unstable and absolutely NOT CALM Nightmare Fredbear.

We shrieked in horror as the hellish monstrosity looked up to look at us, red eyes piercing, burning, and horrifying, jaws agape and sword-like claws out. In my fear, I was pretty aware on how HUGE he was.

Screaming, we turned around and scrambled away from the curtains. Our parents, who hadn't exactly seen what was behind the curtains, looked at us with confused and worried looks. "Kids," Sam called, "what's going on?"

"RUN, MOM!" Michael screamed. "COME ON DAD, BEFORE HE COMES AFTER US!"

"Who's coming after us?!" Vincent yelled as he and Sam ran after us.

His question was immediately answered.

Nightmare Fredbear burst from behind those curtains, roaring a roar so loud I thought my eardrums would burst. Now that he was standing up straight, he looked a LOT more bigger, about twice his original size. His body was ripped and torn, just like how Vincent and Samantha used to describe them, and he looked like he was out of control.

"Holy shit!" Dad screamed. "It's a goddamn NIGHTMARE!"

The monster roared and swiped viciously at Vincent with his sword-claws, but luckily he ducked just in time before he was sliced in half. I was completely petrified.

What happened to him?!

Sam quickly scooped me up in her arms and ran as quick as she could towards the exit, panting heavily. I could feel my own heart racing, and I was so scared I didn't realize that I had been screaming the entire time.

Michael, Eliza, and Vincent closely followed us to the exit as Fredbear made a furious lunge at us. In a panicked rush, Vincent quickly opened the two glass front doors, urging us to get through ("Come on, get out!"), slammed them shut, locked them, and, for good measure, jammed them with two wood planks.

As if a pair of jammed and locked glass doors can keep a giant monster from crashing outside.

But what choice did we have?

Dad quickly urged us to run to our purple Honda car. We got in, panting and shaking, fastened our seatbelts, and drove as quickly as we could away from Fredbear's Family Diner.

Strangely, even though we narrowly escaped death, my beloved Fredbear plushie was still in my arms, still with that blank stare. But his condition was worse now that I had noticed.

"He lost an ear, didn't he?" Elizabeth asked me gently. I nodded, saddened, softly pressing the stuffings that were threatening to spill off back into the hole where the right ear used to be stitched on.

Eliza gently stroked my back and Fredbear's head soothingly, and I smiled. But I then looked at Michael, who was sitting next to Eliza on the far right of the backseat, and I noticed he was trying to keep his tears from spilling from his eyes.

I shifted on my seat to look at him across my sister's head. "Mikey, are you okay?" I asked quietly, and he immediately looked at my, hastily wiping away the tears in his eyes.

"Well," he grunted, "we met a Nightmare for the first time, we had narrowly escaped death, Dad had narrowly dodged from getting cut in half, and the people around the restaurant are endangered from Fredbear. Of course I'm fine."

My mouth made a straight line in disbelief. My brother had a tendecy to be sarcastic.

"Okay, fine!" he finally exclaimed, arms shooting up only to hit the roof of the car. "I'm terribly worried. Fredbear had just turned into a Nightmare and I have mixed feelings for this. That's why my eyes sweat me some tears."

"Mixed feelings; on how a close friend of ours is now out of control?" Mom joined in.

"And how two long-trusted friends... seemed like they had... betrayed us by secretly being—and keeping—a Nightmare?" Dad said slowly.

We went silent—we knew they were right.

...

Fredbear lunged after the escaping family of five, talons out, swiping furiously. He smelled intense fear—and they were fearing him...

It was irresistable.

But when they managed to escape and lock the front doors, and Fredbear was getting ready to charge at the exit, Spring Bonnie sprung in front of Fredbear bravely. She lunged forward, held Fredbear by the nose—which made him screech in outrage—and pulled him close, nose to nose.

As Fredbear opened his jaws wide to bite Spring Bonnie's arm off, she said the words loudly and clearly: "I am not afraid of you."

Fredbear closed his mouth and let out a squeak of horror. Pure Nightmares would only be disoriented and weakened by that sentence, but a half-Nightmare would snap out of it.

One second, Fredbear was this terrifying heavily armed bear-monster. The next, he was a squeaking bearcub.

Fredbear shrunk from his Nightmare form, claws sinking back into his paws and fangs shrinking back into their normal size. His bloody tears and rips on his body were sewn back again flawlessly, and he looked like he had never transformed at all.

He sat up and groaned. "S-Springy?" he mumbled.

"Fredbear!" Spring exclaimed in delight, wrapping her arms around Fredbear's furry body in a hug. He hugged her back, but took a look at the entire smashed up room around him.

"Where is everyone?"

...

Yeet! Finished Chapter 3 JUST before my exams tomorrow. HA

Now I can relax for a bit! (not including for school!) I can think of the story for Fredbear in the next chapter.

What do you think of the story so far?

About Fredbear?

Chris?

The Aftons?

Just wondering. ^^

Welp, I have exams tomorrow. Wish me luck! It's past ten right now so I really need to sleep. Don't worry, I've studied earlier. xD

See ya!
~Flurry away!