(WARNING: MASSIVE FEELS)

(Heh, heh . . . good luck, young hunnies.)

Freddy's POV

Feeling returned to Freddy's nerves fairly quickly, but all he wished was that he could just lay there.

He knew that Jonathan had won. Freddy felt like everything was over, as it probably was. All he wanted to do was wait there and watch as the glass shards moved, like puppets dangling in the air, toward Jonathan. A massive, uneven wall of glass built by and around Jonathan.

"This," Jonathan exclaimed, "is the day where everything ends!"

No, Freddy screamed in his head. No, it can't end like this! Good always wins, and it will! We'll find a way to stop this man! We will find a way! I can't . . . just . . . lay here!

Groaning, Freddy pushed himself to a kneeling position. His body felt like a giant blob of jelly. He couldn't support himself, and he collapsed once again.

The wall of glass inched toward Bonnie and Fred on the house, who were desperately scrambling about, trying to pick up Foxy and find a way off of the roof without getting killed.

But then . . . they were screaming. Not from pain, but out of concern. Freddy tried to look around, and all he saw was a little boy walking out the back door.

Little boy . . .

Ben.

"Ben!" Bonnie screamed. "Get out of there! Stop!"

Jonathan started laughing. "Oh, Ben, I see my torture worked quite well on you. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing quite well," the boy rasped. "I cooked up some real good food, and my friends all had some. I think you would like it if you weren't so evil."

Jonathan hesitated for a moment. Freddy didn't hear him speak after Ben's remark.

"Get . . . out of there!" Bonnie yelled out. 

"Trust me, guys," Ben said. "I know what I'm doing."

Freddy felt a burning urge to scream. Words bubbled to his mouth, but only came out in a numb slur. "No . . . you . . . don't. . . . Get out." He had to help. Freddy pushed himself up, and was able to get to his knees without feeling like a piece of jelly. He put one knee up after the other, and was finally standing. Freddy started limping forward lazily, his muscles still numb.

"Ben, you're so kind," Jonathan finally said. "But now's not the time for dinner."

Freddy's stomach jerked as a shard of glass shot out of the entire legion of glass, straight at Ben. Ben threw his hands up, possibly a surrender.

Instead, the shard of glass disappeared right before it was about to hit the boy.

"Ben . . ." Bonnie gasped. "How did you . . ."

"Oh, it's a part of my power," Ben explained, blocking a few glass shards. "You see, I can put people into simulations, so why not glass?"

Suddenly, the army of glass that flew at Ben grew. Each little shard disappeared one after the other. No screaming in pain. Freddy limped forward, wanting to help the boy all he could.

Freddy's sight of the scene became more clear. He couldn't see Ben very well, as there was a faint ripple in front of him as each piece of glass disintegrated into simulation. Jonathan didn't seem very happy, as there was only more and more glass being thrown at the boy.

"Ben, get out of there!" another voice screamed. Freddy realized that it was Fred, who seemed to be trying to put Foxy's lifeless body into a portal, but he didn't seem strong enough. Bonnie couldn't help him, as she was still screaming for Ben as well as Fred.

Freddy was almost ecstatic as he watched the boy fend off the army of glass. The boy seemed so happy doing it, at least from the rippled smile that showed through the air in front of the boy. 

Then, everything went downhill.

The air in front of Ben's stomach rippled out of control, disconnecting from the rest of the simulation portal. The portal instantly shut off. Ben jerked around violently, gashes and deep scars opening up all over the little boy's body. A pure scream of pain and terror erupted through the air, and everything went completely silent. 

Freddy's eyes went wide with horror as the boy collapsed onto the grass in a bloody heap. 

"NOOOO!" Bonnie screamed, being interrupted by a choking sob.

Freddy looked up at Jonathan, a mixture of fear and anger and shock all rolled into one. Jonathan turned his head around to look at Freddy, a small grin appearing on his face.

"See you soon," the man taunted, and he was gone. All the glass in the air fell from their strings and collapsed on the ground.

Freddy ran on pure anger, sprinting as fast as he could toward Ben. Bonnie, Fred, and Foxy appeared from a portal, right next to the boy. 

"Ben, please, no, no, no, no," Freddy pleaded. "Not now, not you."

Once he reached the bleeding boy, Freddy collapsed to his knees and held Ben up, propping him on his thighs. Ben had glass shards puncturing through his shirt, blood seeping through every puncture. His blue shirt was now a sparkling crimson, soaking with blood.

No.

Not.

Him.

Please.

Freddy looked at Ben, whose blue eyes were bigger than ever. They were still alive as they met with Freddy's eyes, a pleading sense inside of them. 

"Get--" Ben started, blood erupting from his mouth and spattering all over his face. "Get my--my balloons."

"Ben, stay with us! Fight! Fight it, you bastard! Fight it!" Fred screamed.

"Why do I need to get your balloons?" Freddy croaked through a sob.

"They're in the room . . . in the door next to the kitchen. Get . . . get four of them . . ." Ben hazed. His eyes were beginning to fade, their sparkle leaving.

Freddy looked at Ben, puzzled. He looked up at Bonnie, who looked at him with an angry expression. "GET THE BALLOONS, FREDDY! GET THEM!"

Freddy got up with shaky knees, tentatively approaching the door. Another scream from behind him: Bonnie. "GET THEM NOW!"

He twisted the door open and rushed inside, tear-filled eyes frantically searching for the door that lead to the room with Ben's balloons. He flung a door open and rushed inside, hoping to find--

Woah.

He was invited by a room filled with strings dangling from the ceiling, colors kaleidoscoping the floor and walls. Freddy was amazed. The entire room was just filled with balloons, rubbing against the ceiling. 

Most of them were all brown, yellow, red, or blue. Freddy remembered that Ben had told him to get four. Freddy reached up and grasped a yellow string. Then a blue string. Then a brown string. Then a red string. He frantically grasped them all in one hand and rushed out of the room, zooming through the kitchen and flinging open the back door.

Still, there was a big group surrounding the little boy, screaming at him to stay alive. Freddy was dazed. He would die. Ben, the boy who had saved them and sacrificed so much and . . .

. . . lived the wrong childhood.

More tears flooded to the surface as Freddy broke through the crowd around Ben, kneeling down by the young child.

"What . . ." Freddy said breathlessly. "What do I do? Ben, tell me what to do, how do I save your life, just please, don't die. Ben, no, no, tell me what I need to--"

A raspy groan came from the bloody boy, his big blue eyes locking with Freddy's. "Put the strings under my back so that they stay in place . . . please . . ."

Freddy moved the boy over onto his side, a few whimpers of pain coming from the boy's mouth. Freddy pushed the strings down onto the grass and let the boy slowly fall back down. The strings were pinned to the ground, the balloons swaying above Ben.

"What now?" Freddy said frantically. "What do we do? What's gonna happen? Ben, fight! Fight!"

Ben's gaze slid up, staring up into the sky. "You've done just what you need to do."

After a small moment of silence, Ben broke it once again. "Don't live . . . don't live your childhoods like I did. You've only got . . . one. You've only got one childhood. Live . . . it . . . well."

His head slowly dropped to the side, his gaze glazing over. Dead.

"Ben . . . ?" Chica whimpered. 

"Ben?!" Freddy yelled, grabbing the boy's bloody face and staring into his lifeless eyes. "Ben! BEN! NO! P . . . PLEASE, NOT YOU! HELP ME! SOMEONE, HELP ME!"

All of the emotions faded. Faded to silence. Freddy only stared at Ben's dead body. Dead. No, Ben wasn't dead. Ben was alive. He was probably in his room playing with his balloons. Ben was creating simulations where it was heaven and living in it. Ben wasn't dead, no, that wasn't him. 

Then, an amazing thing happened. 

The balloons that were tied under Ben's dead body slowly began to slip out of place. Freddy watched with confusion and strange hope as the balloons tugged out from Ben's body. They all released into the air and calmly, silently, drifted off into the heavens.