Bonnie's POV

A gargled gasp racked Bonnie's chest, her eyes opening and widening. Instantly, violent pain spread through every nerve, every muscle, everything. She trembled ferociously as waves of pain spread.

Then, there was a voice. A voice from afar, echoed as though everything were underwater, screaming, "Bonnie . . . ! Bonnie! She's . . . awake . . . !"

Bonnie coughed, her ribs exploding with constant surges of throbbing. Everyone was a smudge as they rushed toward her, her brain processing it in slow motion. 

The next instant, she felt hands crawl underneath her back and lift her into the air. Bonnie's head lolled back. Everything she saw sped up, as if someone were fast-forwarding a movie in her head. 

A voice Bonnie didn't recognize spoke. It sounded elderly and fragile. "She's hurt pretty bad . . . I don't know if she'll make it."

Her mind didn't process much after that, allowing the welcoming arms of unconsciousness to grasp Bonnie once again and everything was silent once more.

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When Bonnie woke up again it was much more peaceful. The pain had lessened, but it had only reduced to a dull ache and throb. She slowly pulled herself to a lazy sitting position, scanning the area. No one seemed to be around.

Reluctantly, Bonnie twisted around and looked behind her. To her dismay, she found Foxy standing a ways away, blocked by the blur of a few trees. His amber eyes were trained on something in the distance, his hand glowing bright red. A man stood far behind Foxy, his hands behind his back. Bonnie watched carefully with fear and curiosity as the red light grew.

Foxy's eyebrows drew in. He took a small step back and bent both knees. A hum arose in the air. Bonnie could feel it in the heart of her throat. In her head. In the ground. Everywhere. 

A muffled voice from the distance commanded, "Now."

A loud blast and a bright burst of red light interrupted Bonnie's sight of Foxy. A powerful force, as though Bonnie had been thrown back by a large hand, tossed Bonnie a few feet into the air and several feet backward. She collapsed onto the ground. 

The humming could still be felt, but it had reduced. It still reduced until Bonnie could no longer feel it rubbing against her temple. 

What was Foxy doing? Was he trying to hurt something? Who was the man? Was the man controlling Foxy to kill something? What was happening? Did--

A burst of shock zipped through Bonnie as a hand clasped her shoulder. She yipped and twisted around, stumbling back and seeing who it was. Freddy. Bonnie's heartbeat burned at her chest as she panted, staring up into Freddy's blue eyes. 

"Didn't mean to scare you, Bonnie," he said, putting his hands up in a small surrender-like gesture. "I'm not some kind of bear, right?"

Bonnie smiled and looked up at Freddy. Even though he had aged a year and a half since then, his face looked the same as in 7th Grade. Bonnie remembered seeing him dead in the chair, lifeless and cold. Now, he was alive. He had come back to life. She suddenly realized how much she was actually blessed to have him alive. Bonnie straightened up and walked up to Freddy, throwing her arms around him. 

"Bonnie--" Freddy started, the impact of Bonnie's hug cutting him off.

Suddenly, Bonnie began to feel emotional, her thoughts racing. She really was grateful to have him alive. Bonnie decided that she didn't want to cry on him. She broke from the hug swiftly and walked away, fighting tears.

But as she took only a few steps, two soft brown boots appeared on the ground. Bonnie gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, looking up. She found herself looking at a man. The man looked like the man who was standing behind Foxy.

Suddenly, Bonnie was angry. 

"What were you doing to Foxy?!" she cried, already feeling energy gather at her palm. "Who are you?!" Bonnie ran her fingers through her hair, feeling heat radiate from her palms. 

"Calm down, Bonnie," the man soothed. "I will give you an introduction if you could just calm--"

Bonnie's anger got the best of her. She spun around and threw a ball of energy at the man. What followed, Bonnie couldn't believe. 

The air behind the man seemed to rip open, revealing an empty, colorless void. He sprang backward into it. Instantly, he disappeared inside and the entire void sealed back together.

Bonnie stared blankly. Did he just . . . leave--?

"OOF!" 

The next thing Bonnie knew, she was being hurtled to the ground by an unknown force. She slammed on her stomach, her cheek pressed against moist soil. Hands grabbed onto Bonnie's forearms and pressed them into the small of her back. Bonnie tried to catch her breath, waves of shock still washing over her. She managed to look up at the person above her. It was the man.

The man got off of Bonnie and stood, extending an arm out to her. "I'm Fred. Let me help you up, alright?"

Bonnie took a deep breath and nodded, reaching up and grasping Fred's hand. She used her other hand to get her feet flat on the floor, and Fred pulled her up. He seemed stronger than he looked, given his older stature and appearance.

"Now, Bonnie. I need you to learn a skill. It will help you and your friends in their training," Fred said.

"T-training?" Bonnie stuttered. "What training?"

Freddy spoke this time. "Fred says that if we'll have any chance at defeating Jonathan, we need to learn to control our powers."

"How will you train?" Bonnie asked, pointing at Freddy. "All you need to know how to do is fly."

Another thought came to her mind. Bonnie spun around and glared at Fred. "And you don't even know how to train us! You can make . . . portal thingies but you can't do what we can."

"What can Chica do?" Foxy joined. Bonnie turned and looked at him. His glance was flickering from Chica, who was sitting on a fallen tree facing another direction, and to Bonnie.

"Oh, Chica," Bonnie mused. "Um . . . she's . . . smart, but that's not really a power. Uh . . ."

"Her abilities are most likely undeveloped," Fred suggested. "She can still help whenever we try and take down Jonathan. Just not in a direct way like we can."

Freddy stomped and groaned. "Ugh, this is great. Just us four against this huge army of animatronics."

"Well, three if we don't include Chica--" Bonnie began.

"I didn't include her!" Freddy snapped. "I was including Fred."

Foxy stepped toward Freddy. "Easy, dude. She can help--"

"NO SHE CAN'T!" Freddy finally burst.

The only sound that could be heard was the echo of Freddy's scream. It was silent for a moment.

Freddy sighed. "I need to go sit down. I'll grab the radio I brought to listen for Jonathan's location . . ." His voice drifted off, his eyes slowly getting wild.

Bonnie knew what he was thinking. They had left all their stuff back at the other campsite. They would have to run back to go get it. Unless there was another way. . . .

"Fred!" Bonnie snapped. "Make a portal back to the other camp. I'll go through it to get Freddy's radio."

"I don't trust you to do that," Freddy said.

Bonnie shot him a look of distaste. "And why's that, Freddy? Don't want me touching your stuff because it's special?"

"Because I think you'll break my stuff."

"I won't break your stuff. If you can't trust me, I guess you can't trust anyone."

From Bonnie's background hearing, she heard Foxy walking up to the two as they argued, trying to calm them down. But Bonnie was mad. Why didn't Freddy trust her? Especially after everything they'd been through together. He needed to understand that he could trust the people he was with. Why didn't he trust them?

"Fred, make a portal back to camp," Bonnie called again. She looked over her shoulder. Fred nodded and put his hands out in front of him. He split open the air and created a void into infinity. 

Bonnie spun around and started to dash for it, only to find that her hand had been grabbed by Freddy. "You won't touch my stuff!"

She twisted and wriggled in the boy's grasp, only to find more failure. "Why . . . do . . . you not . . . TRUST ME?!"

Bonnie pulsed with her whole body, feeling as energy spread through every inch of every limb. Freddy yipped loudly and spun around, falling to the ground. Bonnie blew the hair out of her face. "It's for your own good."

With that, she walked over to the rip in the air, already feeling lightheaded. She looked up at Fred, who simply stared off into the colorless void.

"So how do I do this?" she asked.

Fred looked down at Bonnie, then pointed into the void. "Jump in. You'll be there before you know it."

"Do I do anything?" Bonnie asked.

Fred shook his head. "Just jump."

Bonnie closed her eyes and nodded, looking deep into the nothingness. Something about her scratched, warning that something wasn't right. That if she went on, something disastrous would strike.

Those are just voices in your head, Bonnie reminded herself. Just go.

She took a deep breath and took off into the air, gravity loosing itself until finally everything was slow.

The disaster didn't strike, but of course, disaster had a plan.