Five Nights At Freddy’s: The Shattered Corridors

The new figure was taller than Spring for sure, even without the ears, he was an entire head below this new person. They were thinner than Spring as well, their golden suit, though with less holes, was tighter around their body. Their eyes were very much a glowing red and the first thing they did when they got out of their fake egg was stare at Ford, and smile, his mouth opening as if he was going to say something, but he simply stared. Ford already didn't like this new person. It was different from when he first saw Spring. Then, it was shock, now, it was a feeling in the room itself. Spring however seemed unphased. He walked up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder, whispering something to them as their gaze remained unbroken. Whatever he said seemed to cause this new person's smile to grow wider.

Ford stepped back a bit, catching the attention of Spring. He looked at Ford's face, then back to this unsettling figure, who was no longer looking at Ford, but had turned around to look at the fake egg he had been sleeping in. Spring then returned attention to Ford and made a jester as if to shoo him away. Ford was a little offended, but did not talk back as he actually wanted to be away from this creepy person. Chip was silent the entire time, but as they moved away, Ford heard Chip give a low crock, his eyes still staring at the two bunnies. As he walked off, he heard something. "Hey, we need to talk!" Spring yelled. Ford looked behind him to find the golden corpse following him with an uneasy walk, completely ignoring Spring as he ran to catch up. Spring was about to speak, but the figure spoke first. Their voice was a bit more normal then Spring's, and sounded more clear, but as Ford listened, he realized the voice was strange. It was as if there were two voices speaking over one another, echoing each other. The first voice a fully grown a.d.u.l.t's voice, male for sure, but sounded as if he was holding a cough in his throat and could do nothing about it. The second voice was the quieter one, and sounded like a cartoon character, trying to be serious. "I don't think I've missed THAT much during my little nap." He said, still tailing Ford who was on verge of going pale. He was now not scared, but petrified of this creature. Spring did not ignore his discomfort, but merely gestured for Ford to calm down before getting in front of this undead horror.

"Ya know this is why they call you 'Screwloose.'" He said to his looming 'friend.' "You creep people ou-" 'Screwloose' seemingly ignored Spring and promptly walked around him, continuing towards Ford, who still did not like him. The way he looked at him did not help at all. That stare... Something was very much wrong. In fact, now something was off. Screwloose was standing up straight while walking. Ford began speeding up slightly, turning his back to the golden bunny, getting some good distance from what he heard, the footsteps were faint. All of sudden, he heard Spring yell again. "HEY! NO!!!" He called out. Chip had begun croaking, and now something was off about the way Screwloose's footsteps were approaching. As if he was walking different. Then, when Ford turned around, he realized why. Screwloose wasn't walking, he was SPRINTING, straight at him.

Within seconds Ford clamped Chip in his hands as he took off himself. He knew he couldn't trust Spring, or this new person. He tried to run but Screwloose was quicker, and in moments was nearly in grabbing range. Then Ford heard something else. Before he could tell what, he was forced to the ground as Screwloose tackled him. Ford screamed, but saw something go overhead quickly before he got pulled back up onto his feet. Even though he could not be sure, he felt he was about meet another 'friend.'

Ford starred as the object which was indeed someone else. He was relieved to see it wasn't a bunny, but this relief was retracted when he saw what he had traded that for. Seeing ears, the snout, that shade of red, reminded him of something. Instant fear. He knew who this was. It was Foxy.

Every part of his body wanted to run. Run faster than Ford had ever run before, but Spring had since made it to him and would not let him go, keeping a tight grip on his arm and gripping tighter as Ford attempted to pull away. But he had to get away. If things like Spring happened, then all the other stuff was true. Including what Ford saw. He had not listened to his brother's words. He did not forget, he had not forgotten! He remembered what he saw. The boy, the fox, it's hook, and the Drenched Curtain.