I got no time
I got no time to live
I got no time to live
And I can't say goodbye
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here I was, standing in the room that began the journey to this Nightmare Realm.

Fredbear's Family Diner

The room was filled with tables and party hats. Streamers and balloons hung or floated around the room. No one in sight, or even in mind. Dark and foggy, with slightly lit lights to give me enough sight.

And there it was, the stage, no animatronic though.

I felt my head start to ache and shook my head, looking for any sort of weapon I could find. Aha! I came upon a knife on one of the tables. It must have been for cutting the cake.

"I am intrigued, little one. You carry a lot of spite for a child, past The Boy, and through The Mangled."

I held the knife up, pointing it to where I heard Nightmarionne's voice. No one, but I felt his presence.

"She didn't deserve it." I hissed, mentioning the outcome of Mangle.

"Please, she was long gone, succumbed to her own bloodlust and needs. Why, you should be grateful that I kept her alive for so long."

"You abused her!" I shouted, trying to find the puppet. "She was suffering! You had enough power to turn her back!"

"That wouldn't be so fun now would it?"

I grew angry, glaring around while holding the knife tightly in both hands, "Come out, you coward! Or are you scared of a child!"

I tried to hide my shiver as Nightmarionne chuckled, maybe even snickered. I was humoring him.

"My dear, sweet child, you are no match for me. Nothing but a mere small human."

"I may be small, but I can handle myself just fine!"

"Oh? Your mother doesn't seem to think so."

"My..my mother?" I questioned.

"(Y/N)!"

I felt the knife in my hand slip away from my fingertips, quickly looking up to see my original mother holding it up away from my reach, "You shouldn't be running around with such a sharp object! If you wanted your cake to be cut you should have asked."

"W-what...?"

"She's right, Birthday (Boy/Girl), gotta have the adults do it!" My original father waved a finger to him. I stepped away from them, perking up at the sound of music and laughter.

The room was brighter, no fog in sight! Children running around playing games or eating pizza and treats with their families and friends. The stage now accompanied by Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.

"(Y/N), doing alright kiddo? You look a little pale." My original father knelt down placing a hand on my head, "And you're freezing, too, getting sick?" I quickly shook my head and pushed his hand away, "No, I'm fine, really, just a little overwhelmed that's all." "I bet, why don't you go and sit down for a bit, sweetheart?" My original mother said. I nodded my head furiously, "Yeah, uh, I'll do that." I scurried away, trying to get away from them.

Dammit! I must be in another memory! By now it's going to be even more difficult finding that hellish puppet! Okay, think (Y/N), think! Where would you find some puppet?

Toys! The prize corner of course! I turned my head and there it was, sitting comfortably as some normal plush with the others. Its eyes staring straight at me, causing me to grin. There you are, you're mine.

Don't count on it.

What the-

SCREEEEEEECH

I gasped and fell back, looking up to see Luke and his friends circled around me in their masks. My eyes tearing up, "Luke! You jerk!"

Luke snickered and playfully elbowed his friends, "See? Birthday (Boy/Girl) is easily terrified." I tried to wipe my tears but they kept coming, I couldn't stop them.

No, no, no, no! I can't right now! I'm so close to getting Nightmarionne! I'm so close to winning!

My head started to pound and I reached up, crying from the sudden pain, "I-I'll tell mom!"

Luke shook his head with a scoff, "Here we go, always crying to Mommy, don't you think you've burdened her and Dad enough? They put so much work on your birthday and all you've done is coward away under some table! You've been ungrateful to Mom and Dad!"

I shook my head, "No! You've always been a jerk to me! You're so mean!"

Get up! Get up! Stop crying and get up! The prize corner is just in your reach! Stop acting like a child!

"Maybe (he/she) just needs to pay a visit to Fredbear!" The masked Chica suggested.

My eyes widened, oh God, please, not this again, not this memory!

I tried crawling away from them, but they had me surrounded, tears pouring out of my eyes, "No! No, please! Don't take me to that monster! Please!" I cried.

The masked Bonnie snickered and crossed his arms, "Wow, your (brother/sister) is kind of a baby, isn't (she/he)?"

Luke placed a hand on his hip, laughing with the others, "It's hilarious."

Please, not again, anything but this memory.

"Why don't we help (her/him) get a closer look! (She/He) will love it!"

I sobbed and cowarered away, "No! Please!"

"Come in guys, let's give this little (man/woman) a lift. (She/He) wants to get up close and personal!" I felt my body grabbed and lifted up from the carpet. I tried to struggle out of their hands, but I was too small, too weak to get out.

I started to panic as I saw the animatronics' shadows as we approached the stage. Where was Mom? Dad? Where was anyone when I needed them?

"No! I don't want to go!" I shouted. Children either couldn't hear me, or chose to ignore me, I was completely helpless!

"You heard the little (man/woman)! (He/She) wants to get even closer!" They laughed as they carried me to the stage. My eyes widened more and I cried out at the sight of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie singing and slightly dancing, even when they stood ever so still.

I could see Luke, smirking under his mask as he looked to his friends, "Hey guys, I think the little (man/woman) said (he/she) wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"

No, please, I can't do this again! Someone, anyone, help!

You're mine now, (Y/N).

I saw Fredbear's face deform into sharp teeth, and more puppet makeup as he practically unhinged his jaw, nothing but darkness.

"On three! One...."

Please.

"Two..."

"PAPA!"

I shut my eyes, ready for the pain and darkness, but nothing happened.

"(Y-Y/n)."

Slowly, I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the party room anymore, I was back in the darkness, full of red strings. I wasn't held by my border or his friends. Standing before me was Nightmare, his arms outstretched. I could only see his back.

Claws sticking out from it.

His body shook as the claws pulled back, releasing Nightmare. Nightmare's body slowly fell back right in front of me. Nightmarionne stood before us, grinning wickedly. Though I had no more tears, they fell harder as my own body shook.

I held my hands up, slowly placing them on Nightmare's head, his top hat had fallen off, and he was limp. I opened my mouth.

"NIGHTMARE!"