---Golden Freddy POV---
I pondered the odd girl that I had chased out of town. I could tell she had a good deal of power, more than she even knew from what could tell… I shook my head. One thing she was not good at was being stealthy. I could follow her path later, and I had let her get away simply to give me a way to find her origins. For now I didn’t care enough to follow her, and so I would let her have some sense of safety and then hopefully find out more about her. A human or at least knowledge enough to shapeshift into resembling one meant that there was another Displaced around or that someone else had gotten knowledge of them somehow. Neither seemed good to ponder but for the moment there was nothing to be done other than-Huh. I looked down to see one of the first Pokemon I placed into existence booping my leg. A Pichu, wearing a green backpack and handkerchief. I raised an eyebrow at the fact that he seemed to have packed said backpack to the brim.
“Hello there Picklechu. Going somewhere?”
He nodded.
“Pch! Pichupi!”
“Youre going to spread the word of Arceus to the heathens of Equestria? Are you sure that’s a good idea? You could get-”
“Pichupi! Pich! Chu!”
“Okay okay jeez. Quoting Arceus on me, don’t get all biblical! Well see ya later little guy here I got something for you.”
I snapped a paw and conjured him a sword of the metal I used in my kids’ exoskeletons. As far as I had seen the metal couldn’t be broken, so a sword of the type would be of great use. Though it was a bit taller than him I figured he’d grow into it. He saluted me and then dashed off. I had a feeling that the little guy would do some interesting stuff… I felt a pull all over myself and sighed.
“Really!? ANOTHER summon!? Okay I’m tired of getting yanked around to other worlds. Whoever you are, YER COMIN TO ME INSTEAD!”
I reached out to the version of ym token calling and gave it a yank towards me, watching a few figures drop from a rift above me. I blinked when I saw who it was and squeed internally.
Now THIS was gonna be fun!
---OG Freddy’s POV---
I was sitting around Twilight’s castle, going through my mind, trying to see if I can get anymore death minigames from the dead children’s memories. Bobby was building… something, not sure if I even want to know. Frank was talking with Spike. And Claire… just burst through the doors of the castle, before running over to us.
“Guys! I found something!” Claire said in an almost excited voice, as she held out a small piece of metal in front of us. The piece of metal looked like Golden Freddy’s head, and I could feel a weird energy around it.
Bobby got up, and took the piece of metal, and examined it closer. “I don’t know. It feels weird. Similar to how Golden Freddy felt when he was attacking us, but this feels much more powerful.” Then, to everyone’s surprise, it started glowing, before a voice spoke out.
“Whoever you are, YER COMIN TO ME INSTEAD!” I felt something grab me, and pulling me into the piece of metal. I could hear the yells of my friends as they got pulled in as well. We all seemed to plummet through the black rift opened by the coin, until after a moment we saw a pinprick of light which rapidly grew, encompassing our vision. We all passed through and landed on top of each other in a heap, on a stone floor. I glanced around and saw that we were near a fountain in what appeared to be some kind of town square. Then I saw him. He sat on the ground with a hanging jaw just as he was in the game, and how he flew at us the other day...Golden Freddy.
“GAH! GOLDEN FREDDY!” I yelled, as I quickly ran behind a wall, or something, and I could hear my friends panicking as well, as we all hid behind a large wall, and looked for a reflective surface to bounce any energy beams back at him.
“What is he doing here!?” Frank yelled, fear in his voice.
“I don’t know! I thought we buried the child, and freed the child’s soul!” I responded.
“Where are we anyways!” Bobby asked, which caused me to take another look around, noticing how the area was vastly different than the areas we knew. I was about to pose the same question when I heard...Laughing? I turned my head to see Golden Freddy on his back laughing hysterically. He rubbed a nonexistent tear from his eye and starting trying to speak.
“Y-y-yknow I thought that I’d--HAH--have a reputation amongst some circles of Displaced but not enough to scare people at the sight of me alone! That’s freaking hilarious!”
“Displaced?” I asked Bobby, who just shrugged, telling me that he doesn’t know what it means either. As we kept hiding behind the wall, images of seeing Golden Freddy absorb the life out of the security guard went through our heads. Golden Freddy managed to calm down a tad by this point and stood up, rubbing the back of his head.
“Uh...Oookaaaay you don’t even know what Displaced are. That means that some other jackass is walking around with my face!! I’LL KILL THE BITCH!”
Black storm clouds seemed to materialize behind him as he yelled that, flashing with lightning. He coughed and they disappeared and he turned back to us.
“Ehem. Where are my manners...Well kids, my name’s Golden Freddy Fazbear. What’s yours?”
Looking nervously between my friends, I decided to take a step out of our impromptu shelter, getting a closer look at Golden Freddy. He seemed almost the exact same as the one that tried to kill us, but felt different. He was almost radiating with power, but I couldn’t even feel any trace of the same kind of spiritual energy the other Golden Freddy was powered with. For some reason, I felt like this wasn’t the same Golden Freddy we fought. I raised a nonexistant eyebrow, before taking a step closer, and responding. “My name’s Freddy Fazbear, and these are my friends Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy.” I looked to my friends, and they seemed to understand what I was getting at with calling them out, and they slowly walked out from behind the wall. “And, it’s kinda hard to kill someone, if they’re already dead, dismantled, buried, and freed.”
“...Okay I get what you’re saying other than the ‘freed’ part.”
He seemed to notice something and spoke to himself.
“Whoops… Almost left that on.”
He snapped a paw and one of his eyes lit up, changing from a single white pinprick in a sea of darkness to a different form. It now had a glowing golden iris and a slit pupil, as well as some cracks on the edges of it. He smiled back to us.
“Sorry, left that illusion on for the prank. So what’s all this ‘freed’ business?”
Bobby slowly and nervously walked in front of us, causing all three of us to lightly groan, as he enters ‘that’ mode. “We found out that our bodies are powered by the dead bodies of children stuffed inside us by a serial killer. And, when we battled Golden Freddy, we deduced that he must have one inside him too, and we were able to stun him long enough to rip him apart, and bury the body, which freed the soul of the child, and rendered the metal suit inoperable.” If he had glasses, Bobby would totally be pushing them back on his face like a stereotypical… person who has glasses and is talking about science. Freddy blinked.
“Kay… Though you’ll find those rules don’t apply to me.”
Before I could respond Golden Freddy reached around and ripped the costuming off his torso, showing nothing but an empty endoskeleton...Though he seemed to have an odd black void in his chest. Golden Freddy waved over himself with a grin.
“I got no strings on me! No dead kids or anything. I mean I have some tokens rattling around my pocket dimension but that’s just random stuff.”
I heard Bobby chuckle a bit. “It makes sense that different universes would have different rules. Like how we have corpses inside us, and you don’t.” I deadpanned when I heard that.
“Wait… Bobby, are you saying that we’re in a different universe?!” I yelled, not understanding why he didn’t bother telling us.
Bobby was unfazed by my yelling. “We have to be. We’re in a different location, with different rules, like how Golden Freddy is here in this universe, but no longer in ours.”
I deadpanned again. “Next time, do you mind sharing with the class when you make a discovery like this?”
Golden Freddy nodded. “Well that is actually true. You are a nerd for understanding all of this in such a manner, but you are correct. Just as well, it seems to be time for…”
A wave of light washed over us and suddenly I looked around to see that we were all in a classroom, sitting in desks. Golden Freddy walked into the room wearing a tweed jacket and tie. He coughed and looked at us.
“Alright class take your seats. Welcome to…”
His arm moved into a blur, scribbling onto a chalk board.
“Golden Freddy’s Multiverse 101 class! I’ll be your teacher for the day, to avoid confusion you can call me Mr. Fredbear. Alrighty so first up would be the topic of ‘Displaced’. Displaced are beings that have been moved between universes against their will. Usually it’s people from Earth in cosplay that are Displaced, and usually it goes like this: Person/Group A goes to Convention. At convention they find a Merchant or salesman that has an item that interests them, usually but not always related to their costume(s). They buy or have it thrown at them and a random visual effect happens and they get knocked unconscious. After that they wake up in some version of Equestria having been turned into the character they were dressed as beforehand. The term itself ‘Displaced’ has mixed uses, sometimes used as itself or an abbreviation for ‘Dimensionally Misplaced’ though that has been the subject of debate. Anyway PART TWO! Tokens!”
Freddy floated out a few objects from his chest that he hovered over us. a metal disk device, a bird hairpin, a paper charm, hammer, and sword which seemed to go together and even a Metroid emblem.
“Tokens are used by Displaced as ways of communicating, meeting other Displaced, getting and receiving help or simply travelling. They are usually items related to the Displaced(s) in question and are used to either summon someone to someone else or the reverse. For instance, you found my token but since I’ve got enough experience to control how I get summoned I was able to resist you summoning me and instead reverse it and pull you to me. Any questions thus far?”
The items he had floated out returned to him and he grinned at us. I raised my hand into the air, and waited to be called on.
“Yessum, Mr. Fazbear?”
“How does one make a token?”
“Eh, pick an object usually related to you but that’s more of a personal preference, and put some of your own essencey-ness into it and then I can show ya how to send it out and how make it. Any number of Displaced can share a single token but I suppose there must be some limit to it. But before that, pick an item or items for you all and I’ll show ya how it’s done.”
Going into my thoughts to think of what to use as a token, I selected an idea, and decided to test out my developing spirit powers, by holding my hand out, and watching, as it glowed white, and my face contorted in pain, before a small piece of metal with all four of our faces on it appeared floating above my hands. I smiled a bit, as I noticed all of our faces have huge smiles on them. I looked back at Golden Freddy. “Is there some kind of message or instructions we should put on it?”
He nodded.
“Just focus and say what you want the ‘outgoing message’ to be. In my case I’ve kinda monkeyed with how my tokens work so I basically get a phone call in my head whenever someone uses my token, rather than any specified message.”
I nodded in understanding, before turning to face my friends. We all shared a look, knowing immediately what to put on it, and I held out the hand with the token in it, and they put their hands on top of mine, before we all spoke out.
We are the protectors of children
We will fight to our last breath just make sure no children, no matter the species, are harmed
We will help those who need it… but if you dare use evil’s might on a child…
We’ll show you FAZBEAR’S FRIGHT!
Golden Freddy nodded and held up a paw.
“That brings me to Part Three. Alignments. Out in the Multiverse you have to be careful. There are heroes and there are villains. There’s even a handful of chaotic or neutral players, I myself am Chaotic Neutral. I won’t go looking for a fight as long as anyone else isn’t and I look out for my friends and people I’m allied to, and that’s good so far. You can make some powerful allies and enemies out there, I’m of the former I hope. But remember, there is always ALWAYS a bigger fish! Some beings out there, child spirit mojo or not, will blow you aside without skipping a beat. Don’t be afraid to make allies but be cautious. As a former manipulative psychopath myself I can testify to how dangerous other Displaced can be. That’s about the long and short of it all, any further questions?”
Bobby spoke up. “I take it that your eye was messed up by another Displaced?”
“Yeah. Jackass by the name of Corypheus or something… Tall guy, brown hair and an omnitrix. Said he was a jotun, y’know a frost giant? Yeah it was back when I was crazy, and don’t get me wrong I’m crazy now but back then I was more violent about it, he and I met. My rules that I abide are that I won’t interfere with what other Displaced do in their worlds as long as they do the same for me. But this jackass was the whole ‘Lawful Good’ deal and decided that he wanted to try and beat me. A buttwhooping later I was leaving, thinking I had offed him but deciding not to faff about in his Equestria, and this jackass comes out of nowhere with a cheapshot and put a sword in my eye. Babbled about saving my Equestria and whatever. Anyway quick explanation: A while back I was all crazy and stuff, and I was buddied up with Discord. We brought the madness and chaos and stuff to the world and I put Celestia in stone and all that, but Discord got all pissy at my methods since I was trying to make sure the Elements of Douchebaggery couldn’t stone us again. We fought I won and absorbed him, and later I found out, get this, the bastard put something in my head that was making me all that crazy. Anyway as a favor to a group of Displaced I met called the Servants I decided to fix all the damage I did to Equestria and reset it so its as if I never messed it up and all that. Well Celestia is still in stone but I made it so she’s animate and all...Anyway I made friends with Cadence but the other two hate me and I made myself this town and all in the badlands (which I have claimed as my own now) and bladdablah. Anyway… Wanna look around?”
I could tell all four of us nodded at the same time, three of us getting bored of being in a classroom, and Bobby wanting to learn more about the surroundings. “We would love to.” I answered. He gave us a thumbs up and led us out of the classroom, the jacket and teacher garb disappearing from him. He waved us out and as we finally got a good look around he spoke in an old voice.
“Welcome children...To Fazbearic Park! Nah, just my digs.”
All around us was a town crafted of stone buildings, some with intricate designs to them others without. Moving about their daily lives were odd ponies, unlike any we had ever seen. They all had bug-like features, but with different features to them. They all had carapaces covering them rather than fur in colors of white, gray, and black shades as well as silky manes in different colors, the same as their eyes. They all had wings that varied as well, matching different types of bugs as well as curved and sharp horns on their heads. Most of them waved at us as if we were a common sight and seemed to bow slightly to Golden Freddy.
“These little ones are called Shiftlings, made by me from a species previously known as Changelings. With their consent of course. Basically I just tweaked their diets so they wouldn’t be starving and allied up with their leader.”
“I’ve heard of Changelings before, but only in the books Princess Twilight has in her castle. But you changed an entire species to no longer be parasitic?!” Bobby exclaimed, loving the science and mystical portions of this. “Not even Supreme Doctor Isaac Darwin could do such a thing!”
Freddy grinned at him slyly.
“Well not their entire species, just the one hive as well as some others I got from another Displaced’s world. And if altering one species into another impresses you then you’re gonna have an aneurysm when you see the entirely new stuff I made!”
“Is it Pokemon?” Frank asked, not really interested. Golden Freddy slowly rotated his head like an owl, his torso unmoving.
“Boi yer DAMN RIGHT IT IS!”
His head whirled back into place and he coughed.
“Anyway yes, I whipped up some artificial Pokemon to bring some actual life into the Badlands as there’s basically no other life here. Anyway you can look around and find some if you want, I made an artificial Arceus and Mew to oversee the development of all the species.”
“Nah.” Frank dismissed. “We weren’t really into Pokemon much on Earth. I just assumed you created Pokemon because you’re crazy and powerful enough to do such a thing. And this world is colorful enough for Pokemon.”
“Why thank you! Anyway over here you can find-”
“OUTTA THE WAY CAP’N!”
Golden Freddy tilted his head in time to get a glimpse as something brown/orange rammed into him and both landed sprawling. Golden snapped a paw and righted himself and I watched as a second Foxy stood up. He looked different than Frank though… His costuming looked more like actual fur, though I could still tell he was an animatronic, and he wore a pirate shirt and vest along with a three point hat and cutlass along with the normal pants. The other Foxy dusted himself off and looked sheepishly at Golden.
“Er...Sorry Admiral sir, Bonbon, Bonnie and Toychi are playing Sithball and I was runnin’ n such a hurry so I could grab the Stankball and throw it at Bonnie’s head.”
Golden waved him off.
Foxy saluted at us and seemed to zone out as he saw Frank. He narrowed them into a glare. He screeched and lunged, yelling.
“I BE THE ALPHA HERE! NOT YE YA RIPOFF!”
Frank sighed, before not only moving out of the way of Foxy’s lunge, but using reflexes quicker than anyone could react, grabbed Foxy’s neck with his hook hand, and slammed him into a nearby wall. “I’m no pirate. And I’m certainly no ripoff of you, Captain Crunch.” Foxy matched his gaze and his own hand opened into a hook that was a size bigger than Frank’s. Before either of them could fight Golden snapped his paw and split them apart and dropped both of them from the air.
“Foxy this is a Displaced not a replacement. Human Foxy I apologize, my kids have this thing about the idea that I’ll replace them. I keep telling them that I won’t but still. Foxy, MY Foxy, say you’re sorry.”
He crossed his arms and seemed to huff at Golden. Golden glared.
“Now!”
“Myeh!...Sorry.”
Golden nodded.
“Now then Human Foxy apologize.”
Frank was about to complain, but I stopped him before he could speak up. “Frank… Do as the creepy animatronic says.” Frank sighed, before responding.
“Fine, I’m sorry for slamming you into a wall.”
Both Foxies glared at each other for a moment before Golden’s Foxy burst out laughing and punched Frank’s shoulder.
“Alright fine then lad. Sorry, I have a bit of the ole Fox instinct programmed into my head. Anyway I suppose I best be off, still have to nail Bonnie with tha Stankball.”
Foxy dashed off, grabbing the ball off the ground. Golden turned back to us.
“Anyway wanna follow him?”
“Sure.” I said with a smile, and I heard my three friends groan, as I knew they didn’t want to see other versions of themselves. “Wait… should we be expecting Springtrap at all?”
Golden seemed to lose all cheer for a moment and spoke in a grim tone.
“No. No you shouldn’t. Anyway…”
He shook his head and seemed to cheer back up and started following Foxy. I sighed in relief at Golden Freddy’s response. “Good. Because we might lose all control if we see any fragment of Purple Guy. We have to deal with him in our world, as he already murdered several children.”
“Oh jeez that’s some badness there. Well still- AHA!”
He pointed over to some sort of sparring field where we could see our alternates… Though I didn’t seem to have one. I could see a Toy Bonnie and Chica as well as Foxy throwing various sport balls at what looked like Bobby’s alternate. Though his right arm lacked costuming from the mid-forearm down and had a claw like Old Bonnie from FNAF2 as well as having a missing face (which I saw hooked onto a belt). He looked less think-built than Bobby, more of a muscular build. In his left paw he held what looked to be a yellow lightsaber of the same build as Yoda’s. Alterna-Bonnie seemed to be balancing himself on one foot on a pillar as the others threw the balls at him, cutting them with either his claw or saber. Only the alternate Bonnie seemed to notice our approach and as he looked up at us he was nailed by the ‘Stankball’ Foxy had been bringing.As it hit him it fell apart into what looked to be dirty laundry. I heard him groan as he flailed his arms to get it off.
“GAH!! DAMMIT FOXY THAT SHIT IS RANK!”
Foxy guffawed at this and took cover as alter-Bonnie started chasing him with the lightsaber.
“INDEED LAD! TIS THE STANKBALL!”
All four of us laughed at the display, thankful we never got sense of smell, so we couldn’t be gotten by the same smell. Alter-Bonnie threw his lightsaber and boomeranged it through the air, nailing Foxy. He jumped on the opportunity and started whacking the laughing Fox with the lightsaber. It seemed to do nothing to him other than cut off costuming, which regenerated back into place after a moment. Foxy laughed all the while and Bonnie kept whacking him though while doing so he waved to the Toy Bonnie who brought over the remains of the Stankball. Before Foxy could react, Alter-Bonnie grabbed the filthiest sock from the pile and shoved it up Foxy’s nose.
“NYEH TIS THE SMELL OF DAVY FACKIN JONES!”
Alter-Bonnie jumped off and started sprinting from Foxy as he drew his cutlass and roared.
“YE KNOW I HAVE A MORE POWERFUL SENSE OF SMELLIN’ THAN YE!”
“Shoulda thought about that before you SUCKED ASS!”
The two collided and started strangling each other, though without much result as they neither had lungs. Toy Bonnie seemed to sigh and walked over to us, talking in what sounded like a combo of Golden Freddy’s and Bugs Bunny’s voices.
“Alright I’m gonna forego the whole ‘murdering you for my own continued existence’ deal for now and hope that you guys are Displaced, since otherwise you’d have memories of how to get around already. Anyway the two killing each other there are Bonnie and Foxy, over there is Toychi and I myself am called Bonbon. The nicknames are by choice though and, I’m looking at you fox boy, I will sock whoever says shit about them. Now then, what’s your deal?”
I spoke up first, but only talked to my friends. “Well, since there’s so many animatronics of similar names, might as well use our real ones.” I turned around to face ‘Bonbon.’ “I’m Fredrick, and these are Bobby, Claire, and Frank. And yes, those are our birthnames.”
I heard Bobby say something to himself, that he thought was quiet enough we wouldn’t hear. “Freakin’ dimples. Who puts dimples on animatronics?” I sighed, remembering how he particularly dislikes the toy animatronics. Bonbon cheekily grinned at him, hearing every word.
“Sounds like somebody’s jeal~ouuus!”
Bobby looked up at Bonbon, before smiling. “Yeah right. You’re just jealous that you don’t have the originality of us four. We have dead children and killer programming inside us, do you?”
“We have chunks of a sociopathic human-turned-bear in our heads, unbreakable endoskeletons, and full control over our actions little mister computer code for brains.”
“Can you teleport?” Bobby surprisingly asked, before he disappeared in a white flash, causing me to get slightly angry.
“DARN IT BOBBY! JUST FREAKIN’ TELL US IF YOU LEARN SOMETHING LIKE THAT!”
Bonbon kept us his cheeky grin and snapped a paw disappearing from view and poking Bobby’s shoulder only to warp back in place when he turned and looked. Bonbon stuck out his tongue and spoke.
“Yessum. Can you play guitar AND shoot lightning?”
He took out an electric guitar and strummed it, letting off the sounds of a bass and finishing by shooting out a few bolts of lightning into the air.
“Bobby can. But he’s probably on Mars or something right now. Not sure about lightning yet, as we’ve only had these bodies for almost a week.” And idea came to me, causing me to put on a grin that could rival Golden Freddy’s. “But can you do this?” I pulled out my microphone, started playing Toreador March, and a few seconds later, Bonbon jumped backwards, seeing a jumpscare only he could see. He grinned and narrowed his eyes at me and I felt a wave of nausea as I saw a reciprocating Toy Bonnie jumpscare appear and seem to lunge for me. I looked back to where he stood with the same cheeky grin.
“Again I say yessum.”
I caught a brief glance up at something in the atmosphere, and smiled. “Do you have an orbital laser cannon?” Befor he could respond, I held out my paw, holding up three fingers, before counting down to zero, and Bobby teleporting next to me, with a cliche button remote with only a big red button on it, that he quickly pushed, causing a giant laser to fire from the cannon Bobby was building in space before hitting a mountain in the distance, destroying the mountain.
“In case you’re wondering.” Bobby spoke up. “I was able to steal some stuff from abandoned space stations aliens built in places in this universe, before bringing them to one place, and building a space cannon.” Bobby handed the remote to Golden Freddy. “You can have this. Consider it a present for the knowledge you gave us. Plus, I gave it a party setting, so you can fire nachos at invading armies.”
Freddy shook his head and passed it back.
“Eh you don’t have to pay me kid. Besides if I wanted a space station then I could just magic one up for myself. Plus the nachos thing I can do anyway.”
“But orbital space cannons make everything cooler, than just snapping your fingers.” Bobby sighed, before teleporting to the cannon, and deactivating it.
“I have no idea how he does that stuff.” I idly commented. “I swear he was perhaps the smartest person in our world, and we had people who started colonizing planets.”
Golden Freddy shrugged.
“Cool. Anyway gimme a sec to break those two up.”
He snapped a paw and both of them reappeared, glaring. Golden sighed and snapped a paw, yanking the sock from Foxy’s nose.
“Bonnie, Foxy play nice.”
They both kept glaring.
“I said PLAY NICE DAMMIT!”
He pressed their faces together and they scrambled to get apart. Both seemed to sigh and let out halfassed apologies. Bonnie looked back at all of us and Foxy seemed to wander off.
“Uh...What’s the deal with these guys Bossman?”
Golden dramatically sighed.
“Son...They’re from the future!”
Bonnie blinked once before looking at Bobby. Before we could react he swept the leg and knocked all of us over and grabbed Bobby’s neck in his claw.
“NICE TRY FUTURE ME I KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE YOU ARE! And don’t bother warping we both know my claw can negate that!”
“Maybe for current you.” Bobby started with a smile on his face. “But I’ve gotten a few upgrades. I might not be able to teleport, but I can still do this.” Bobby punched Bonnie in the face with enough force to push him back and force him to let go. Bonnie responded by bringing his lightsaber around and slicing through Bobby’s left arm and lopping it off.
“Apparently some downgrades too Future-Me.”
He tapped his lightsaber against his own arm, where it cut through the costuming but bounced off his endoskeleton.
“You got that ability removed in a freak accident involving popcorn, nachos, and a Shiftling. Besides, I can repair myself.”
Bobby made to pick up his arm, but it disappeared in a white flash, before growing back out of his wound.
“...Ability? You mean you were stupid enough to replace your entire endoskeleton?”
“Well, more like forcibly removed.”
“...Did you get hit reeeeaaallly hard on the head at some point? Enough to shake your brain loose and make you think that made any sense?”
“A lot actually. As a reminder, don’t insult gods who can control the very fabric of the universe. With a single snap, they not only imploded Bonbon, but temporarily messed up all the other animtronics including Golden Freddy, before removing the indestructible endoskeleton.”
I sighed, before stepping in. “Okay, this has gone on long enough. We’re not from the future, we’re a group of friends displaced as the FNAF crew.”
Bonnie deadpanned. “No shit sherlock. I was seeing how full of shit this guy was. I’m not stupid enough to insult a god, and besides that Bossman’s not dumb enough to get messed with, even by a more powerful being. Besides, the endoskeleton is me. It’s like talking about removing a skeleton from a human and expecting them to live. Besides Bossman would put me in a new one if that did happen and my soul is made with its own patterns to it. Can’t be messed with by anyone other than Bossman, plus the fact that he’d be the only one I’d trust to make me a new body. So guy who is almost but not quite as handsome as me what’s your actual deal?”
Feeling depression through my body, I responded before Bobby could. “Not all of us get to have our own souls. We all lost ours a week ago, and are now forced to live with a bloodthirsty child soul in us that wants to do kill most adults we see.”
“Tough shit. Mine’s made from scraps and shavings offa Bossmans’. And besides that, you’re still here ain’t ya? That means even if it’s been monkeyed with it’s still there in some way. Just keep someone around that can knock some sense into you when you go crazy.”
“You curse a lot, don’t you.” I responded with a half-hearted smile. “But I still miss my soul. I can’t even remember what having a conscience is like. I could kill people, and not even care, as long as no children are hurt.”
“...You don’t seem to be listening. You know how you’re all depressed and shit? That’s YOU feeling that! You don’t FEEL having a soul dude that’s just some meta magical shit. You are aware of yourself, and the only one making you think that you wouldn’t care is you. Someone else is in your head? Then FIGHT BACK. You’re in control right now, aren’t you? There some child telling you what to do now? No? There ya fucking go. And yeah I do cuss a lot, I was made with a basic replication of Bossman’s personality as a teenager and he wasn’t the most caring of buggers to any random fucker to walk by.”
I gave another small smile. “I don’t know if what you’re saying will even work. Or if the child will just leave me, making me nothing but a shell with a metal skeleton.” I turned to face Golden Freddy. “I think I’m ready to leave.”
He nodded. “Alright then. And remember, whether the child is in there too or not, you got just as much right to the body as he/she/it. And in terms of power then I could just as well charge you up with the same biz I made my kids with. And specialize in mental magic stuffs, so I could help there too.”
“Nah. I’d prefer to just keep learning how to use the powers I’ve got. They might not be as powerful as you and your children, but they can get the job done. And thanks for helping us figure out some interesting ways to use our powers. Next thing I’m gonna learn is how to go invisible.” I handed Golden Freddy the token we made. “You think you can send that into the multiverse?”
He gave a thumbs up and threw it, and it faded from existence. A second later I saw it fall from above us and clang onto Golden’s head. He took it and put it into his ribcage.
“As always the Displaced that makes a token outside of his/her/their universe has one appear there. That was a copy of your token for me to have and such. Anyway, our contract is now complete and such stuff so bye!”
“Bye!” We all yelled, as we felt ourselves getting teleported back to our universe, where we all landed on the floor of Twilight’s castle. Oh, and Bobby apparently took the cannon with him.
