(To relieve ourselves from the tension, let's have a party with the music in the media! Only to build that tension back up because you guys know me. :) Love you all)

(Also, MILD LANGUAGE WARNING)

Bonnie's POV

"We don't have any fast traveling abilities like Freddy and Fred," Bonnie remarked. "We need to find Jonathan on foot, or we just stay here."

Foxy shook his head. "Freddy said to stay here while he finds Jonathan, but I want to find him as well. If you think about it, there really isn't a point to staying. We need to move, or else we will die."

Bonnie nodded. "Let's just hope Chica's okay, let's hope that Freddy's okay, and Fred as well. We can't afford for any of them to die. All we can afford is Jonathan's life."

Foxy stepped forward, an intent look in his eyes. "Then let's get moving. It won't be long before this entire city is brought down to ashes--"

SWISH! A portal opened up near the kids, and out dumped Fred, who seemed to be carrying something. Bonnie gasped with shock, but calmed down in an instant. She examined what Fred was carrying and found Chica. She looked . . .

Bonnie gulped.

. . . lifeless . . .

"CHICA!" Bonnie shrieked. She dashed forward and knelt down by Fred, who was panting extremely hard. 

"She . . . I . . . I placed her on . . . a . . . I placed her on a building which . . . which collapsed. She was sliding down and I was sent to her at the wrong time. She's alive but . . . I don't know how much longer for." Bonnie looked at Fred's eyes, which glistened. His expression was as though he had lost one of his own children; crestfallen. 

"We need you to stay here and take care of her," Foxy insisted. Bonnie looked over him, shooting him a look of What are you talking about? Your friend could die!

Foxy sighed. "Please, Fred. Save her. We can find Jonathan and defeat him, but you need to stay and help Chica, okay?"

Fred nodded slowly. "Okay but . . ." His expression seemed conflicted, fighting against showing some sort of despair. Fighting against something to say. He nodded again. "You guys go and kill Jonathan. If Chica isn't alive when you come back, I'll . . . I don't know. Just go. P--please."

Foxy slipped his hand into Bonnie's. She couldn't help but squeeze. The pain she was witnessing, the pain she knew could happen . . . it was all too much. Bonnie leaned into Foxy's shoulder and sobbed quietly, a tear inching itself down her cheek. She put an arm around his shoulders, hoping that maybe, possibly, they could make it out.

But the chances of that happening were slim.

(POV SWITCH TO FREDDY)

Freddy torpedoed through the air, dodging a few oncoming missiles from the animatronics. His eyebrows knit together, and he zipped across the horde. He felt them breaking and snapping at the touch of his wings, the sparks snapping across his clothes. Still, he tried to find Jonathan. The man could be anywhere. 

Finally, Freddy was finished with the arsenal, which gave him a sudden satisfaction. The boy looked down at the ground, seeing the hundreds of smoking and fallen buildings. All of this at the cost of some superpowers. Jonathan was so selfish. Was he really this desperate to get the powers? He seemed to already have enough power. And to think he was already running off the power of one child, Freddy could barely imagine what it would mean when Jonathan got his powers back. Everything would change, and everything would definitely be destroyed.

Freddy's heart thudded in his chest when he found a small purple prick down in the center of a giant circle of fallen buildings.

Anger flooded every limb at the sight of him. Freddy thought he could hear him yelling at the top of his lungs, but it was muffled. The boy clenched his teeth and changed his direction of flight: straight down.

He almost wanted to scream, but Freddy knew that it would blow his cover. Still, he silently whistled downward, watching the purple speck grow until it could be seen with limbs and--

The face turned upward at Freddy, and he flapped his wings violently, desperately attempting to not be seen, but it was too late. He had been seen by Jonathan.

"Where do you think you're going, Freddy?" Jonathan called, almost joyful. "We don't want to be missing this reunion. Also, how's your back? Doin' well after I whipped ya?"

Freddy screamed as loud as he could, anger rushing from his mouth. He stopped flapping his wings and was sent falling straight down at Jonathan. The purple man only grinned psychotically and raised a hand. Before Freddy knew it, he was being blasted with a shock of purple energy. His limbs froze up and he was sent crashing down into the rubble. Pain slashed at every part of him that touched the rubble. He felt blood trickle from his bicep and a light drizzle from the side of his head. He groaned, already feeling the aches of being thrown against something as he pushed himself steadily to his feet.

"Jo . . . Jonathan . . ." he gasped. 

Jonathan cupped a hand around his ear, a sarcastically curious expression plastered on his face. "Huh? Huh? What'cha gonna say, little Freddy? Little Freddybear Teddybear?"

Freddy ignored Jonathan's remarks and stumbled forward bitterly. "You haven't won, and you will never win. But if you would just . . . please . . . stop all this madness, and let everything be peaceful again, you can live how you want. Just . . . stop this."

Jonathan looked down and laughed lowly, his purple hair slightly falling in front of his eyes. His laughing grew into a crescendo to the point where he was cackling like a witch. 

"J-Jona--"

All at once, Jonathan stopped laughing. His expression went cold and dead. "I can't." Then, he swatted his arm outward, as though he were slapping Freddy, and Freddy stumbled backward again, like he was caught in a hurricane. 

Freddy'd had enough of Jonathan. Enough of everything the man had put him through. Every last moment of Freddy's Junior High years had been spent absolutely despising this man. This was it. It all needed to end now.

"We will fight, little Johnny Appleseed," Freddy insisted. "And when we do, you will be dead."

Jonathan held up a finger and swished it back and forth. "Um . . . excuse me. No name-calling. Second of all, you need to check your attitude. I'm gonna win this, 'kay? You're gonna be dead, you idiot."

All the anger inside Freddy suddenly released in the form of a simple phrase, which Freddy had actually been working on saying over the past months. "Fantasy and fun will come to life, asshole."

Then, he charged.

Jonathan was ready, as he conjured an energy ball on the spot. Fortunately, Freddy was ready as well. The purple man hurled the ball at Freddy, and with a deft swipe, he deflected it and sent it flying back at Jonathan. Freddy ducked down to the ground and rolled, gathering enough energy in his legs to launch himself into the air, as well as a flap of the wings. He towered over Jonathan, primed to strangle and kill. Jonathan spun out of the way as Freddy slammed into the rubble below.

He looked up at Jonathan, who was already prepared with three giant energy balls. Freddy's fight or flight instincts immediately switched to flight; literal flight. The boy heaved his wings downward and was sent up into the air. He heard blood rushing in his ears, adrenaline surging across his muscles. An energy ball soared through the air, and Freddy felt the wind intensify from above. The energy rushed out in front of him and dissipated.

Then, a second energy ball was sent through the air, careening past Freddy's left side. He darted to the right, hoping to miss. Indeed, he missed. 

But he wasn't ready for the third. He felt the energy slam against his right arm, and every nerve in that area began to pinch with heat. Freddy stopped flapping his wings, overwhelmed with pain, and began another descent toward the ground.

The pain healed fast, as he was only halfway through the fall when he felt he could move his wings. Freddy desperately flapped his wings and tried to stop himself so he could continue flying, but instead his feet slammed against a diagonal piece of rubble. He positioned himself so he wouldn't collapse and roll down. His knees began to ache and throb. He began desperately searching for a resting spot, keeping his head low to try and avoid Jonathan's gleaning glares. Freddy looked under the rock he had landed on, hoping that maybe there would be somewhere he could hide.

Indeed, there was. 

The slanted rubble was positioned so that it leaned against a higher pile of rubble, and there was a small entrance big enough for Freddy to crawl through. Inside, there was a small pocket of hiding space. Freddy looked around, making sure that Jonathan wasn't anywhere to be seen. No sight of purple anywhere. With a shaky breath, Freddy scooted himself in and through the hole, crawling deep into the hiding spot.

There, he waited silently. Freddy listened with nervousness as Jonathan yelled out messages to Freddy. 

"Come out, little boy!" the madman screamed. "Come and fight me instead of being the cowardly idiot you are! Do you really wish to die in hiding! How weak. You're just a stupid cowardly piece of work. Spring, Mari, and Gold definitely had some nerve picking you to be a Guardian. You can barely contain your own power. So give it to me instead of being a coward."

Freddy shook his head repeatedly. No. He wouldn't give over his powers, even if his life depended on it. He waited in his small burrow. 

Then, the opening began to fill with purple from one side. Freddy gulped and held his breath for a moment. He released his breath quietly when he realized that Jonathan was a ways away.

Freddy grasped onto a small metal pole with stress. He slowly picked it up and put it to eye level, examining the pole in the limited light he was given. It was slightly long, but what really caught Freddy's attention was the tip. He stuck his hand on it and gasped with shock, pain spreading through his palm. The tip was sharp! The tip was . . .

Sharp . . .

Freddy looked up to Jonathan, who simply stood out in the open, examining everything. He took another glance at the sharp metal pole he had in his hand. All the rage Freddy had, he tried to remember it. Every last moment he had ever spent in the past years, he had hated Jonathan. He'd killed him, tortured his friends, killed his three mentor figures . . . Only hatred filled Freddy for that horrible, horrible man.

With a slow, ragged breath, Freddy silently crawled out from the shadows and emerged into the silky sunlight. Jonathan was turned the other way, thankfully, and he wasn't too far. Freddy kept his footsteps light as he trotted across the rubble. Jonathan hadn't noticed yet.

Freddy only stepped closer and closer, gripping the pole tighter and tighter, his palms getting sweatier and the the anger at its climax--

When Jonathan was only a foot from Freddy's reach, he gripped the pole and came forward with it. He listened with a sickening satisfaction as the tip went through Jonathan's back, a weak sloshing sound rippling through the air. Freddy kept pushing through to the point where all of the pole was inside of Jonathan and sticking out of his chest, Freddy's fist stopping the pole on its journey to murder Jonathan.

A deafening shriek filled the air as Jonathan threw his head back. Dark purple blood oozed from Jonathan's back, staining his clothes and the rubble. Freddy let go of the pole and watched as Jonathan collapsed to his knees and fell on his side. The pole was completely colored purple, dripping Jonathan's blood.

Freddy panted hard, his mouth cottony and dry. It was . . . it was finally over. Everything Jonathan had ever put them through, it was over. No one would die anymore. They would be okay. Tears filled Freddy's eyes as he realized--

Jonathan groaned.

His arm moved to the pole protruding from his chest.

Freddy's breathing intensified rapidly as Jonathan painstakingly gripped the pole with both hands and pulled it out of his body, slowly. He didn't scream at all. Suddenly, Jonathan got up on his knees and stood up on his feet, watching the pole carefully as it made its final journey out of his chest.

Freddy was absolutely shocked.

Jonathan looked up at Freddy and grinned, his eyebrows turning in. Freddy watched with horror as all the blood on the pole, the ground and Jonathan's clothes dried up. The hole in Jonathan's chest sealed up sickeningly. Jonathan chuckled. 

"H--how . . . ?" Freddy nearly whispered, mystified and frightened. He stumbled back with horror, almost putting his hands up to his mouth. 

"Freddy . . . yeah. I should have told you this a while ago." Jonathan's grin spread as much as a grin can possibly spread. "You will never win this. It's impossible.

"It's impossible because I'm immortal."