(NOTE: I actually don't know much about pistols, so if I get those types of details wrong, I don't give any . . . brownies.

        Heh heh . . . I think you know where this is heading.)

        Bonnie was afraid.

        After Gold had taken her into some secret room, he had tied her into a chair and covered her mouth with duct tape. She couldn't take it off and she couldn't do anything. Her hands had been tied together and her feet were so tightly against the legs of the chair, she could almost not feel them at all.

        "Mmm . . . mmm!" she squealed over and over again, thrashing in the chair. She knew it wouldn't help. If she would tip over in the chair, she would fall to the ground and it wouldn't do anything. She stopped thrashing, starting to pant hard. If she could have one wish, she just wanted to be back with her friends.

        Through the sound of her profuse panting, Bonnie could remember the simulation she had just experienced. She could still remember when all of the blocky balls smashed through the building. She remembered her terrified screams. She still ached from that horrible experience.

        Why didn't Spring, Gold, and Mari want her to talk about the experience with the painting?

        She had to notify everyone else about it. It was the only thing she could do to save them. Maybe they already knew about it. Maybe they didn't. Bonnie mildly hoped they didn't.

        Bright light shot through the room from in front of her, growing wider and wider as a door slowly opened. She saw a boy with shaggy hair with baggy clothes. Her heart sank as she realized it was Spring.

        "Bonnie?" the voice said. She was even more shocked to find that the voice was more pubescent than Spring's voice. She went through all possibilities in her head, but then realized that it was Foxy.

        She screamed against the duct tape. She heard Foxy release a gasp and trot over to her, mumbling things like, "Oh, no," and, "It's okay, I'll get you out. They won't lay a finger on us again."

        He ripped the duct tape off, which cause burning pain in Bonnie's mouth. She coughed and sputtered hard. She could suddenly feel her stomach groan with the hunger it was experiencing. She hadn't eaten since . . . a while ago.

        "Foxy," she snapped. "Untie me! Hurry!"

        Foxy fumbled at the ropes that held her bound to the chair. Soon, they loosened and her arms were freed. After a bit more untying, she was completely free. She stumbled out of the chair and collapsed on the ground. She was finally free. Foxy came scuttling over to her, asking over and over again, "Are you okay?"

        Bonnie nodded. "Help me out, please. I don't know where I am."

        "It's okay," Foxy said after a big, long cough. It sounded painful. "They took me too."

        Bonnie's eyes widened. Foxy was taken as well? Did he remember the process? How did he escape? She wanted to just shower him with questions, but her mind was already occupied with too much. She let it out with a final, "Let's go."

        Foxy helped her up. Her legs felt like jello. From sitting down for an immense time, it hurt really bad to stand up. Foxy supported her as they walked to the door and out of it, being bathed in sudden silver light.

        Bonnie couldn't help but look up at Foxy's face. When she did, what she saw was horrifying.

        Under his eye, his eyelid was almost completely black, glistening with sweat. He looked so skinny he could break under simple pressure. His hair was greasy and stringy, and one of his eyes was swollen shut, black all around it. 

        What had they done to him?

        Bonnie looked to the side and saw a cell door open, a chair laying on its side in the middle of the room. The ropes were completely covered in bite marks and torn in multiple places. Foxy had really bitten his way out of his trap?

        "How are we gonna get out?" Foxy asked. Bonnie looked up and saw a cluster of three doors. All of them could lead out a certain way. One of them had to be the right way out.

        Foxy started walking ahead of her. Curiously, Bonnie followed. Foxy flung open one door. He paused for a moment as Bonnie walked behind him shyly, looking up and over his shoulder. What she saw inside of the door was delighting and terrifying at the same time.

        There were two chairs, each piled up with pistols. Foxy stepped in. Gulping, Bonnie followed as they went toward the two chairs.

        Foxy grabbed a gun, checking to make sure it was loaded. Bonnie tilted her head at him. "What are you doing with that?"

        Foxy cocked the gun and stared at her with those amber eyes of his. "If these are here, there must be some kind of danger. You take one, too."

        Bonnie gulped. "I've never operated a gun before!"

        Foxy held one out to her, grinning wildly. Still, Bonnie gulped heavily. "Just pull the whole top and . . . oh, just let me do it." Foxy retracted the gun and turned around, fiddling with it. Finally, he turned back to Bonnie and held it out to her. Bonnie grabbed it and looked up at Foxy with wide eyes. "Just pull the trigger and keep your non-operating hand on the top of the pistol. You should be able to fire many times." Foxy then walked out of the room.

        Bonnie took a deep breath and shivered. "What do you think is going to happen next Foxy?"

        Foxy looked back at her, staring her deeply into her eyes. "I think we're in danger, so it's best to have good protection."

        With a nod, Bonnie shakily stepped out and into the bright white hallway. She looked at both of the doors on the right and left, examining each one. She finally looked to Foxy and pointed at the door on the right. "I think we need to go in that one."

        "Why?" Foxy asked.

        "Because this one is bright under the doorframe. The one on the left is darker."

        Foxy walked to the door on the left and opened it. He gasped and stumbled back, breathing heavily. Bonnie walked over to the door and looked in. It looked like an empty elevator shaft that dropped down very deep into a thick darkness. They would definitely not be going in there.

        Bonnie walked to the other door and opened it cautiously, pointing the pistol inside. It was only a hallway with stairs at the very end. The hallway was very long and had a very suspicious feel to it. Would they just walk through? Was it really that simple?

        Foxy nodded her on. "Go." Bonnie gulped again and slowly walked through, Foxy walking past her and keeping his gun raised. Tentatively, Bonnie followed.

        Soon, Bonnie saw Foxy trip. He yelped and collided with the smooth white ground. Bonnie saw a string being pulled and mechanics being worked. The walls started to shift backward before dropping down, leaving a strip of white down the hallway and a ceiling.

        "Run!" Bonnie shouted. She got the feeling that something wasn't right. Foxy started to scramble to his feet and sprint down, catching up with Bonnie. They ran down the long hallway as fast as they could, hearing the sounds of machines whirring and metal hitting the ground. 

        Bonnie whipped her head around and felt her stomach fade away as she saw something absolutely horrible.

        Bright cyan animatronic bunnies were jumping out of the sides, chasing after them. All of their eyes had been removed and were very horrifying to look at. Realizing she had a pistol in her hand, Bonnie pulled at the trigger multiple times. She was boosted forward a bit with the force the bullets were putting on her wrists. She tripped and fell to the ground, still scooting backward.

        Foxy screamed, "Bonnie!" and ran back, shooting at the animatronic bunnies. They exploded on contact with the bullets, which set others on fire and dropped them back where they came. Even though twice as much were crawling out of the spaces like ants out of an anthill.

        Foxy grabbed Bonnie's hand and pulled her up to her feet as they still ran through the hallway. Were they going to die? These animatronic bunnies were getting closer, and they looked dangerous. If they caught them, it would definitely be their final fate. What would they do to them?

        Bonnie tried to shove the thoughts aside and run, trying to shoot at the animatronics. Foxy still fired at them as they came closer, destroying most of them. There didn't seem to be an end to their coming. They came in massive swarms, crawling on top of each other in order to get to them. They all were exactly identical.

        "We're almost there, keep shooting!" Foxy screamed, shots being fired through the air.

        Bonnie felt herself lurch forward crash to the ground. She found that one of the animatronic hands had grasped onto her ankle. She tried to shake it off, but the grip was literally iron. "Foxy, help!" she screamed, looking up at Foxy. 

        Foxy was still running toward the end. Didn't he notice that she was on the ground, almost being caught by the animatronics? What was his plan?

        "Fox--" Her cry was interrupted by a cold animatronic hand grasping her mouth. Suddenly, all she saw was blue as the murderous bunny faces were shrouding her with scars and pain. They scratched at her legs and chest and face. She couldn't scream, as they were covering her entire face. She couldn't breath.

        She pulled the trigger on her gun. An explosion rocked the air beside her as a few animatronics were blown away from her. She kept on shooting, animatronics being tossed up into the air and flying off of the edges. She still couldn't breath and she really wanted to.

        Suddenly, all of the bunnies felt like ragdolls against Bonnie's body as they all seemed to stop their activity. A bunch slipped off of Bonnie and fell off, falling into the darkness. Bonnie gasped over and over again as she rolled to her side, coughing.

        Then Foxy was there, holding her up. "There was a button at the end," Foxy said through seething pants. "It shut down all of those bunnies."

        Bonnie didn't have time for words. Everything she had just experienced made her want to cry. She didn't want any of this. None of this was ever planned for her 7th Grade year.

        Foxy led her up the dark stairs as they appeared at a door at the very top. They opened it and found themselves in a dark and depressing room filled with desks and cobwebs.

        Bonnie let out a sigh of relief as she realized that they were back in Room 13.

        (THE TEARS ARE FLOWING WITH THE INTENSITY OF THE CHAPTER! I WANTED TO MAKE SOMETHING EXTRA SPECIAL AFTER THE 1K READS HIT! I THANK YOU ALL! U DA BAE!)