"Guess who got the Hunger Games to exist? Who's ready to kill?" Nightmare's low voice came from the door. All of us Nightmares went crazy. Oh, you don't know who I am, do you? Let me introduce myself. Nightmare Fredbear, golden-orange nightmare bear from Game 4. Male.

"When do we get to start killing people?" Nightmare Bonnie hissed, grinning so everyone could see all of his white, needle-sharp teeth.

"Two days. Get ready to rumble, boys! And Chica." Nightmare added. All of us stomped on the ground until we could feel the whole house shake. Now, you're probably thinking. But you guys are Nightmares! You're supposed to be all scary and mean.

"Come on, Fred! Let's go crush some skulls!" Nightmare Foxy howls, and the two bump chests, in a way. See, we are, but not the way you may think. We're like those teens you see by the gas station, really rough and all but still really good friends.

"Hey, calm down you guys. It'll only be two of you, and it'll be picked randomly." We immediately get paired up with each other, Freddy and Foxy, Bonnie and Chica, Nightmare and I and then Plushtrap and the Freddles.

"No, shove off Fredbear." Nightmare said, laughing. "It's not like I'm choosing. If I were, I'd totally pair you guys accidentally-on-purpose. But Spring Bonnie is choosing. And he's always a do-gooder." Everyone groaned at the mention of his name.

"Why can't Fredbear do it? Him and Nightmare Fredbear are friends!" Nightmare Freddy groaned. I shook my head.

"More like frenemies. He's a brat." I say. Nightmare chuckles.

"Can we quit arguing? I want to get to practicing." Plushtrap squeaks. Nightmare nods.

"Hey, you guys?" He says before we all part ways.

"Yeah?" Nightmare Bonnie says.

"We need to win this competition. Don't let me down."