(Foxy's POV)

Foxy had to admit that he was scared.

It was safe to fully admit to himself that he had a crush on Bonnie. And if she was going off through a portal, Foxy had to be worried. What if something happened while she was getting there and she was sliced into oblivion? He didn't want that to happen to her. Foxy definitely wouldn't have liked it if that happened to him.

"Fred," he called. "Make sure she's safe, okay? If she isn't . . ."

Fred shot Foxy a glare. "She'll be alright. Don't worry about it in the least."

"When will she come back?" Foxy asked.

Fred looked up into the trees, his gaze locking onto something. Foxy spun around and followed Fred's gaze. Nothing was there.

"What're you looking at?" 

"I'm looking at the trees. Why wouldn't you want to look at the trees?"

Foxy laughed. "You joking? I look at trees all the time."

"But have you ever actually looked at the trees?" Fred asked with a mystical grin. 

Foxy frowned. "We're in a forest. Everywhere I look I see--"

"You see," Fred interrupted. "You see, but you do not truly look."

"How do I do that?" Foxy asked. 

Fred laughed. "Take it all in. Absorb it. For your last moments may be nearing. So look at the trees."

Foxy was nearly agitated. What was Fred trying to tell him? "You gonna kill me or something?"

"I wouldn't kill you," said Fred. "If you look at the trees, nature, everything, you will become different. You will see things in a new way. Look at how the leaves crumble and fall. Look at how they are befallen with a blanket of snow. Look at how they turn green once more. Then, the cycle repeats. There's a cycle in nature. Did you realize that?"

"Yes, now can you--"

"I must rest," Fred interrupted. "I will leave the portal up for Bonnie to make her way back. If something goes wrong, tell me immediately."

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(POV SWITCH TO BONNIE)

Bonnie clutched the radio, strutting back over to the portal. Did she really trust herself enough to jump back in without any help? She felt like she needed it, seeing how dark and vast the colorless portal was. It would be hard to get back through without help, but maybe all Bonnie needed to do was jump back through. 

She readied herself in front of it, feeling her nerves swimming with anxiety. It'll be okay, she thought. You did this once, you can definitely do it again.

Bonnie closed her eyes and nodded to herself. It would all turn out okay. 

Feet tingling, Bonnie launched forward into the portal. As she entered, she felt a sudden presence; an uneasiness clinging to the air and every particle of her being. Bonnie was being held back, as she found herself braking to the point she hung suspended in the nothingness. The air began to vibrate, a dull shake in every inch of the endless dimension around Bonnie. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. Bonnie was supposed to be back with the radio she clutched in her hand. No, no, this wasn't right--

All of a sudden, the pressure was released. Bonnie was sent flying backward, back through where she had entered, being spat out of the entrance. Her shoulder collided with the ground, pain exploding through every part of her body that smashed into the ground.

Soon, she had rolled to a stop, a chunk of throbs scratching at her side. Why didn't the portal accept her? Did something happen?

Well, time to try again.

Bonnie pushed herself to her feet, deftly brushing off the leaves that littered her hair and shoulder. She looked up at the portal and--

It was gone. 

A wave of anxiety slashed through her. Now she had to walk all the way to where they had ended? What if Bonnie got lost? Bonnie didn't want to be separated off from everyone else.

She sighed. It was the only way she could get back. Without a portal to take her back, it would be a long journey back. How long had they ran? A kilometer? It definitely seemed like it, but there was no time to be wasted. Freddy needed his radio. 

The deliberate crunch of Fall leaves echoed next to Bonnie's ears as she walked, finding the same direction her friends and her had ran when they were being chased. 

The chase . . . Bonnie remembered it well. Every pulsing second, every moment that Bonnie spent dashing from bunnies and bears and chickens and foxes. She didn't even know if she would classify it as a good or a bad memory. It was bad, considering the fact that they probably would have died if the had taken a wrong step. It was good, considering the fact that Bonnie loved running, especially sprinting. The experience had taken her to a whole world of exhilaration. 

Then, she was struck in the back by something before getting knocked out. Her muscles still burned from some kind of beating. Maybe when Bonnie got back to camp, she could ask her friends what happened, since they were witnesses.

An alarming crash slashed through the air. Bonnie screamed and spun around, ready to take on anything that came her way. Her knees bent, her eyes wild, Bonnie searched with determination.

The ground had been lit up, a bright sky blue color peeking out from the grass. Upon closer inspection, Bonnie found that it had lit up a grid formation in the ground.

Each square in the grid suddenly jerked upward, separating into a maze of panels and platforms. They shifted and moved in a complicated formation. Bonnie stumbled back, fearing for her life. This certainly couldn't be good. She stumbled back faster and faster before spinning around completely and breaking into a full sprint in the other direction. 

Bonnie whipped her head around her shoulder, checking on the status of the panels. She almost froze in place when she realized that they were speeding through the air toward her, nearly copying her pace. Instead, they were going slightly faster. Occasionally, there would be a panel that would jerk up or down, but otherwise the panels were staying level and smooth. 

A sharp pain broke through Bonnie's toes as a large rock caught on the top of her foot. She cried out and toppled to the ground, trying to regain her wits as quick as she could. 

Bonnie rolled over and looked up at the panels as they maintained their steady pace toward Bonnie. She raised her non-radio hand and launched a bunch of energy at the panels. Upon contact, they exploded with light, leaving Bonnie seeing spots. She hadn't hit every panel, but she had hit quite a number. She staggered to her feet and dashed away, imploring with all her heart that she wouldn't die like this: being chased by panels that look a lot like a forest floor. 

Suddenly, the ground a few paces away glowed with the same sky blue light Bonnie had seen previously. Bonnie slid to a stop and threw her arms out, waving them around and trying to grasp her balance. She watched as the light pulsed into the familiar grid formation. Once again, the ground shifted, panels of grass and dirt hovering everywhere. 

Heaving a deep breath, Bonnie watched as a panel flew across her vision. Bonnie knew she was crazy for wanting to do this. Losing herself in the moment, Bonnie pushed off of the ground and threw her arms out, grasping the panel tightly with nothing but her arms. 

Bonnie gathered all of her strength and swung herself up onto the panel, panting hard. She didn't want to lose the radio. 

She looked down over the edge of the panel, seeing nothing but blackness where there once was ground. Bonnie gulped hard, a small pain suddenly surfacing deep in her throat. 

"I can't fall into that . . ." she mumbled. She looked over at the other arsenal of panels as they soared toward Bonnie. They were near. Bonnie pushed herself to her feet, feeling the wind in her hair as the panel shifted and dropped and rose into the air. 

She crouched, hoping to keep her center of gravity low. Only then could she retain balance. After a while of riding the panel, Bonnie realized that the panel wouldn't move to the other side of the empty square in the ground. She needed to jump her way over if she were to get there. Bonnie put out her arms, ready to jump--

SMACK! A panel flew by, smashing into Bonnie's hand. It was the same hand that held the radio. Bonnie watched with horror as the radio flew into the air, nothing to catch it. Suddenly, a panel shifted underneath the radio as it moved, carrying it along. Bonnie watched it carefully, seeing it swing around the area of the square. She studied it as it moved closer and closer, quietly calculating the perfect time to leap to the next square. 

Finally, the timing was still and sure. Bonnie leaped off of the panel she stood on and crashed into the next, looking with satisfaction at the radio. She picked it up and held tight onto it.

Suddenly, she realized that she was about to fly past the other side of the square. Bonnie watched it carefully. The wind picked up as the panel sped up, only inches away from the other side. Bonnie leaped off of the panel and hit the ground on the other side, instantly breaking into a swift run. 

Once, she had been chased by animatronic animals down this path. Now, she was being chased by . . . chunks of forest floor. Bonnie never realized how odd her life actually was. Now, she did. 

A distance away in front of Bonnie, a portal suddenly opened up. Bonnie's eyebrows knitted with determination as she picked up her pace, her clutch on the radio strengthening, her lungs burning with every stride. Her life was almost safe. Just a little bit further . . .

Bonnie leaped forward with all of her strength, feeling the jaws of the portal close around her. The emptiness suddenly shifted into the environment she had been in a while ago. Bonnie flew through the air and crashed into the ground. She let out a long groan, followed by a series of intense pants. 

"Bonnie's back!" a familiar voice called out. Bonnie suddenly recognized it as Foxy's. She smiled. She was safe. 

Arms grabbed hers, pulling Bonnie to her feet. Bonnie looked up and stared into Foxy's eyes. He had a wild grin plastered to his face. 

"We seriously thought you had died or something! I saw you coming through the portal, but then the portal closed! Bonnie, you're okay!" Foxy hugged Bonnie tightly. Bonnie was exhausted, but she managed to wrap her arms around Foxy's back as well. 

Bonnie looked up and saw Freddy staring at them, his arms crossed. "So you got my radio?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I got it. Catch." She brought her arm back and tossed it in Freddy's direction. His focus diverted to the sailing radio, reaching his hands out. The radio landed in his hands, his fingers grasping tightly around it. His eyes went back to Bonnie. He looked as though he wanted to say thank you, but he then turned around and left. 

Foxy released Bonnie and she looked around for Fred, who didn't seem to be anywhere. That was before she spotted him sitting on a log, facing away from the group.

From the corner of her eye, Bonnie found the portal flashing before sealing up. She didn't pay too much mind to it as she ran to Fred.

"Fred, I'm back. And boy, do I have a lot to tell you--"

"I can't believe it actually happened . . ." the man murmured.

Bonnie tilted her head slightly. "What?"

Fred turned around and looked Bonnie dead in the eye. "You really went to Portal Purgatory?"

"P . . . Portal Purgatory? What's that?" Bonnie baffled.

Fred sighed. "It's a twisted version of our reality. Something strange always happens there. I don't know too much about it, but I do know that it occurs when a portal closes when a person is inside it. If I hadn't opened up another portal, you may be stuck there; possibly forever." 

Bonnie was absolutely shocked. She could have . . . been stuck in another world? It was too much to comprehend. She sighed and turned around. "I need to go rest. Tell me if anything strange happens, okay?"

Foxy nodded. "Alright. See you soon, Bonnie."

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(POV SWITCH TO FREDDY)

Freddy held the radio to his ear, listening for any intel on where Jonathan could possibly be. Most of it was talking about the economy, which Freddy didn't care about. 

Still, he listened." . . . and the President insists that the economy . . ."

Freddy groaned as he waited. He turned around to Bonnie, who was only a few paces away resting. 

"Bonnie," he called. Her eyes flicked open.

"Yeah?" she replied. 

"Do you think you know where Jonathan is?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes again. "Why do you ask that? You're the one with the radio."

"Sorry, I'm just--"

" . . . a purple man seemingly terrorizing a section of New York City. Most of the landscape is predicted to be destroyed by noon. Reporters say that police are making valiant efforts to stop this man. His motives are unknown."

Freddy drew his eyebrows. "New York City . . . That's not far from here."

He turned around to everyone, who was resting in the clearing. "Guys, let's take a trip to the Big Apple."