3rd Person POV

The Nightmares glared at the long figure as they stood in the overly large living room, each step it took sounded like a heel clicking on the floor.

Accompanying the long figure were two other Nightmares. One who looked like a little boy, and the other, a white fox that was strangely disfigured.

Nightmare stood tall and spoke, "Nightmarionne."

Nightmarionne smirked and stopped, staring at Nightmare with amusement, "Ah, dear Nightmare, it has been such a long time hasn't it?" It's voice was deeper than anyone would expect it to be. One voice that could put everyone down as inferior.

"What is it that you want, Nightmarionne? You hardly visit without reason, and I thought I had banished you before." Nightmare hissed. Nightmarionne chuckled and walked past Nightmare, eyeing at each and every one of the other Nightmares, "My, some of you have grown so much." It looked to the Fredlings and Plushtrap, "Such handsome little devils you've become." Out of instinct, Plushtrap lifted an arm up in front of the Fredlings, who somewhat hid behind him.

Nightmare Foxy growled at the disfigured Nightmare, who growled back in return, thought it came out in clusters of radio and static.

"Balloon Boy, control that infernal Mangle." Nightmarionne said, clearly annoyed. Nightmare BB started to pet Nightmare Mangle smoothly, "Down girl, you can take a big bite later." Nightmare Mangle at first let out another growl before backing off.

"Now then, the reason we are here, ah yes! I remember!" Nightmarionne turned and looked at Nightmare, pointing a long claw to him, "You have something I want, or someone in particular." Nightmare raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" This caused the puppet to chuckle and sigh, "Do not play dumb with me, Nightmare." It looked to the bear with a look that could slaughter anyone.

"Where is the child?"

The Nightmares went stiff, looking at Nightmare for some form of reaction.

But he didn't react at all, instead he kept still while looking at Nightmarionne with a rather bored look. If anyone can conjure up a posture of authority to hide their emotions, Nightmare would fit in that role perfectly.

That was until Nightmarionne looked at Nightmare BB, "Tell the white mut to fetch the child."

Nightmare Freddy was first to speak, "What? No!"

Nightmare BB smirked and spoke to Mangle. It didn't take long for Mangle to suddenly disappear up the stairs, her parts clicking and clunking against the steps, even leaving scratch marks on the walls and knocking over the paintings and pictures. Nightmare Freddy was about to go, but Nightmarionne pointed a finger at him. Nightmare Freddy froze, his struggling grunts signifying that he was forced to be still.

Suddenly a scream was heard as Mangle returned with a rather potty mouthed (Y/N).

"Let go of me you creepy bastard! Who do you think you are, you plastic bitch!"

Plushtrap couldn't help let out a snort, yeah, that was definitely his (Y/N).

Mangled returned, holding (Y/N) by the collar with her sharp teeth. It seemed as though (Y/N) was not so happy with being dragged from her hiding spot.

Nightmarionne shook its head, "Tsk, tsk, such a sour mouth you have." It looked to Nightmare, who seemed surprised, "How did you...?" Nightmarionne chuckled, "I know of your power Nightmare, what you did to the child took so much of your power away. You're becoming so weak, so easily. I can sense where the child was, your cloak doesn't work on me, or my little helpers."

"You know, this child has a name."

Nightmarionne's white and black eyes trailed to (Y/N), "Ah yes, (Y/N) (L/N), a victim to the bite of 83. Not something to be proud of yes?" (Y/N) snorted, "Oh yeah, not everyday you get shoved into an animatronic mouth and survive its horrid clutches."

"Survive?" Nightmarionne asked. When (Y/N) nodded, the puppet let out a laugh that shook the room. (Y/N) didn't understand why it was laughing, looking to Nightmare with a look that read, "What the hell."

"You really think you're surviving that bite?"

This made (Y/N) even more confused than before, "Surviving? That's present tense."

Nightmare Fibi's eyes suddenly widened, "Nightmarionne don't you d-" Nightmarionne pointed a finger at Nightmare Fibi, who suddenly started to choke and held a hand to her throat. "Hush." Nightmarionne looked back to (Y/N), "You mean to tell me they haven't told you?"

(Y/N) stared at Nightmarionne, wondering what it was talking about. What it meant by the present tense, why Nightmare Fibi was trying to stop Nightmarionne from telling (her/him) something.

Why every single Nightmare, including her Grand Pappy, seemed terrified of what Nightmarionne had to say.

"Tell me, (miss/mister) (L/N), are you aware of what kind of functionality the frontal lobe holds?" Nightmarionne asked. (Y/N) slowly nodded, "It..controls your fears, without it you can't feel anything...right?" "Oh, you sweet, little, uneducated child, that's only one of the functions." This made (Y/N) slightly annoyed as (she/he) crossed (her/his) arms, "So are you going to tell me or not?"

Nightmarionne's eyes gazed into (Y/N)'s, "My Word are you impatient, you see little one," Nightmarionne started to slowly walk over to (Y/N), though (she/he) wanted to step away, and the other Nightmares, except for Nightmare BB and Nightmare Mangle, wanted to stop the puppet from taking anymore steps, they couldn't, because Nightmarionne had full control of their movements, and it wasn't going to let them move at all.

"Here's a whole list, just for you. The Frontal Lobe, it's the home of your personality and emotional control center. The higher level of thinking. Reasoning, planning, language, long-term memory, impulsive control, problem solving, emotions, judgement, motor function, initiation, and social and sexual behaviors, are all in that big space in your frontal lobe. Let me ask you a few things," Nightmarionne stopped just a foot away from (Y/N), "Why do you still feel the way you feel, even if you lack a frontal lobe? Why does your head seem entirely normal, even after you lost so much from that bite? Why do you seem so normal?"

(Y/N) could feel (herself/himself) sweat, this Nightmare was starting to make (her/him) very nervous. (She/He) wanted to get away from the puppet, hide behind Nightmare, and beg for it to go, along with that weird boy and Nightmare Foxy wannabe. (Y/N) could only stutter out, "B-Because Nightmare healed me, the doctors they...th-they.."

Nightmarionne's grin couldn't have been more sinister, "Nightmare? The damn bear could only heal aches and pain, he can't restore what's already been damaged. And those doctors? Hell knows if they're still trying to keep you alive."

"W-what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, (miss/mister) (L/N), without that frontal lobe, you shouldn't be able to feel, come up with any simple thoughts, and you wouldn't even be able to move, you would be paralyzed. You never left the hospital, in fact, you really believe you'll be turning 18 in just a few hours."

"Nightmarionne, enough!" Nightmare hissed.

"Oh shut up, Nightmare, it's time to reveal the truth to the poor soul, before it's too late." Nightmarionne bent down to (Y/N)'s level and placed a finger under (her/his) chin, making (Y/N) look at Nightmarionne, "Do you really think that all this is real?" (Y/N) could practically hear (her/his) heart beating faster and louder. No, (she/he) thought, no please...

"My dear little one, you've been in a coma ever since the bite."