I pondered the odd girl that I had chased out of town. I could tell she had a good deal of power, more than she even knew from what  could tell… I shook my head. One thing she was not good at was being stealthy. I could follow her path later, and I had let her get away simply to give me a way to find her origins. For now I didn’t care enough to follow her, and so I would let her have some sense of safety and then hopefully find out more about her. A human or at least knowledge enough to shapeshift into resembling one meant that there was another Displaced around or that someone else had gotten knowledge of them somehow. Neither seemed good to ponder but for the moment there was nothing to be done other than-Huh. I looked down to see one of the first Pokemon I placed into existence booping my leg. A Pichu, wearing a green backpack and handkerchief. I raised an eyebrow at the fact that he seemed to have packed said backpack to the brim.

“Hello there Picklechu. Going somewhere?”

He nodded.

“Pch! Pichupi!”

“You're going to spread the word of Arceus to the heathens of Equestria? Are you sure that’s a good idea? You could get-”

“Pichupi! Pich! Chu!”

“Okay okay jeez. Quoting Arceus on me, don’t get all biblical! Well see ya later little guy here I got something for you.”

I snapped a paw and conjured him a sword of the metal I used in my kids’ exoskeletons. As far as I had seen the metal couldn’t be broken, so a sword of the type would be of great use. Though it was a bit taller than him I figured he’d grow into it. He saluted me and then dashed off. I had a feeling that the little guy would do some interesting stuff… I felt a pull all over myself and sighed.

“Really!? ANOTHER summon!? Okay I’m tired of getting yanked around to other worlds. Whoever you are, YER COMIN TO ME INSTEAD!”

I reached out to that version of my token calling and gave it a yank towards me, watching a few figures drop from a rift above me and land in a heap. I blinked when I saw who it was and squeed internally.

Now THIS was gonna be fun!

Before me lay four animatronic figures... A group of Displaced, of the original Five Nights At Freddy's Animatronics. Though they looked different than the versions I had made (as I had actually made mine appear a good deal more organic in appearance), but they did seem more like the ones in the games. The OG Freddy looked up at me and yelled in fear and the others followed, all of them dashing behind a wall as if to take cover.

"GAH! GOLDEN FREDDY!”

I heard the Other Foxy yell in conversation with OG Freddy.

“What is he doing here!?”

“I don’t know! I thought we buried the child, and freed the child’s soul!”

"Where are we anyways!”

Other Bonnie asked, just as spooked as the others. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at this. The fact that not only was there other FNAF Displaced out there, but the fact that I'd built enough of a reputation to scare them on sight was hilarious. I rubbed a nonexistent tear from my eye and starting trying to address them.

“Y-y-yknow I thought that I’d--HAH--have a reputation amongst some circles of Displaced but not enough to scare people at the sight of me alone! That’s freaking hilarious!”

“Displaced?”

OG Freddy asked this to Other Bonnie, who shrugged and murmured something about not knowing about it either. I calmed myself down and stood up, rubbing the back of my head. Then something occured to me. If they didn't know about me for me then...

“Uh...Oookaaaay you don’t even know what Displaced are. That means that some other jackass is walking around with my face!! I’LL KILL THE BITCH!”

I summoned up a cluster of black storm clouds bursting with lightning behind me on instinct for effect. I coughed and they disappeared, and I turned back to the four Displaced before me.

“Ehem. Where are my manners...Well kids, my name’s Golden Freddy Fazbear. What’s yours?”

I watched OG Freddy slowly step out from behind their cover and look at me. He moved his face as if he was raising an eyebrow, before taking a step closer, and speaking.

“My name’s Freddy Fazbear, and these are my friends Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy.”

He looked slowly at the others where they hid and they slowly moved out from behind the wall. OG Freddy addressed me on the issue of the me-knockoff.

“And, it’s kinda hard to kill someone, if they’re already dead, dismantled, buried, and freed.”

I responded uncertainly.

“...Okay I get what you’re saying other than the ‘freed’ part.”

I felt a static flash in my damaged eye and realized that the illusion I had put on to make it look unharmed.

“Whoops… Almost left that on.”

I snapped a paw and turned the illusion off and smiled back to the four of them.

“Sorry, left that illusion on for the prank. So what’s all this ‘freed’ business?”

Other Bonnie slowly and nervously walked in front of the others, seeming to illicit a light groan from the other three.

“We found out that our bodies are powered by the dead bodies of children stuffed inside us by a serial killer. And, when we battled Golden Freddy, we deduced that he must have one inside him too, and we were able to stun him long enough to rip him apart, and bury the body, which freed the soul of the child, and rendered the metal suit inoperable.”

I blinked.

“Kay… Though you’ll find those rules don’t apply to me.”

Before they could respond I reached around and ripped the costuming off my torso, showing my corpse-less endoskeleton and pocket dimension. I waved over myself with a grin.

“I got no strings on me! No dead kids or anything. I mean I have some tokens rattling around my pocket dimension but that’s just random stuff.”

Other Bonnie spoke at this.

“It makes sense that different universes would have different rules. Like how we have corpses inside us, and you don’t.”

OG Freddy deadpanned at him before yelling at him.

“Wait… Bobby, are you saying that we’re in a different universe?!”

Other Bonnie was unfazed by this.

“We have to be. We’re in a different location, with different rules, like how Golden Freddy is here in this universe, but no longer in ours.”

OG Freddy deadpanned again.

“Next time, do you mind sharing with the class when you make a discovery like this?”

I nodded and chipped in.

“Well that is actually true. You are a nerd for understanding all of this in such a manner, but you are correct. Just as well, it seems to be time for…”

I snapped a paw and conjured up a school building, as well as giving myself a stereotypical teachers' tweed jacket and tie. I walked into the room and  coughed, looking at the four of them (who I had plopped into desks).

“Alright class take your seats. Welcome to…”

I moved my arm in rapid speed, scribbling onto the chalkboard.

“Golden Freddy’s Multiverse 101 class! I’ll be your teacher for the day, to avoid confusion you can call me Mr. Fredbear. Alrighty so first up would be the topic of ‘Displaced’. Displaced are beings that have been moved between universes against their will. Usually it’s people from Earth in cosplay that are Displaced, and usually it goes like this: Person/Group A goes to Convention. At convention they find a Merchant or salesman that has an item that interests them, usually but not always related to their costume(s). They buy or have it thrown at them and a random visual effect happens and they get knocked unconscious. After that they wake up in some version of Equestria having been turned into the character they were dressed as beforehand. The term itself ‘Displaced’ has mixed uses, sometimes used as itself or an abbreviation for ‘Dimensionally Misplaced’ though that has been the subject of debate. Anyway PART TWO! Tokens!”

I floated out a few examples from my chest, namely Folterens, Lance's, Caster, Saber, Gilgamesh, and Sam/Samus' tokens.

“Tokens are used by Displaced as ways of communicating, meeting other Displaced, getting and receiving help or simply travelling. They are usually items related to the Displaced(s) in question and are used to either summon someone to someone else or the reverse. For instance, you found my token but since I’ve got enough experience to control how I get summoned I was able to resist you summoning me and instead reverse it and pull you to me. Any questions thus far?”

I replaced the tokens in my chest and grinned at them. OG Freddy raised a paw into the air and I called on him after a moment.

“Yessum, Mr. Fazbear?”

“How does one make a token?”

“Eh, pick an object usually related to you but that’s more of a personal preference, and put some of your own essencey-ness into it and then I can show ya how to send it out and how make it. Any number of Displaced can share a single token but I suppose there must be some limit to it. But before that, pick an item or items for you all and I’ll show ya how it’s done.”

OG Freddy seemed to have an idea, and gather a bit of power before conjuring up something. It was a small piece of metal with all four of their faces smiling on it. He smiled a bit and looked back at me.

“Is there some kind of message or instructions we should put on it?”

I nodded.

“Just focus and say what you want the ‘outgoing message’ to be. In my case I’ve kinda monkeyed with how my tokens work so I basically get a phone call in my head whenever someone uses my token, rather than any specified message.”

OG Freddy nodded in understanding, before turning to face the others. They all shared a look, and OG Freddy held out the hand with the token in it, and they put their hands on top of his and spoke as one.

We are the protectors of children

We will fight to our last breath just make sure no children, no matter the species, are harmed

We will help those who need it… but if you dare use evil’s might on a child…

We’ll show you FAZBEAR’S FRIGHT!

I nodded and held up a paw, reaching the end of my lesson.

“That brings me to Part Three. Alignments. Out in the Multiverse you have to be careful. There are heroes and there are villains. There’s even a handful of chaotic or neutral players, I myself am Chaotic Neutral. I won’t go looking for a fight as long as anyone else isn’t and I look out for my friends and people I’m allied to, and that’s good so far. You can make some powerful allies and enemies out there, I’m of the former I hope. But remember, there is always ALWAYS a bigger fish! Some beings out there, child spirit mojo or not, will blow you aside without skipping a beat. Don’t be afraid to make allies but be cautious. As a former manipulative psychopath myself I can testify to how dangerous other Displaced can be. That’s about the long and short of it all, any further questions?”

Other Bonnie spoke up. “I take it that your eye was messed up by another Displaced?”

“Yeah. Jackass by the name of Corypheus or something… Tall guy, brown hair and an omnitrix. Said he was a jotun, y’know a frost giant? Yeah it was back when I was crazy, and don’t get me wrong I’m crazy now but back then I was more violent about it, he and I met. My rules that I abide are that I won’t interfere with what other Displaced do in their worlds as long as they do the same for me. But this jackass was the whole ‘Lawful Good’ deal and decided that he wanted to try and beat me. A buttwhooping later I was leaving, thinking I had offed him but deciding not to faff about in his Equestria, and this jackass comes out of nowhere with a cheapshot and put a sword in my eye. Babbled about saving my Equestria and whatever. Anyway quick explanation: A while back I was all crazy and stuff, and I was buddied up with Discord. We brought the madness and chaos and stuff to the world and I put Celestia in stone and all that, but Discord got all pissy at my methods since I was trying to make sure the Elements of Douchebaggery couldn’t stone us again. We fought I won and absorbed him, and later I found out, get this, the bastard put something in my head that was making me all that crazy. Anyway as a favor to a group of Displaced I met called the Servants I decided to fix all the damage I did to Equestria and reset it so its as if I never messed it up and all that. Well Celestia is still in stone but I made it so she’s animate and all...Anyway I made friends with Cadence but the other two hate me and I made myself this town and all in the badlands (which I have claimed as my own now) and bladdablah. Anyway… Wanna look around?”

All four of them nodded at the same time, and OG Freddy spoke up.

“We would love to.”

I gave them a thumbs up and led them from the classroom, the jacket and teacher garb disappearing from me. I waved them out of the room and spoke in an impression of John Hammond ala Jurassic Park.

“Welcome children...To Fazbearic Park! Nah, just my digs.”

All throughout the city I glanced at the shiftlings just going about their business, some giving slight bows or waves to me.

“These little ones are called Shiftlings, made by me from a species previously known as Changelings. With their consent of course. Basically I just tweaked their diets so they wouldn’t be starving and allied up with their leader.”

“I’ve heard of Changelings before, but only in the books Princess Twilight has in her castle. But you changed an entire species to no longer be parasitic?!” Other Bonnie exclaimed, seeming to have heavy interest in this. “Not even Supreme Doctor Isaac Darwin could do such a thing!”

I grinned at him slyly.

“Well not their entire species, just the one hive as well as some others I got from another Displaced’s world. And if altering one species into another impresses you then you’re gonna have an aneurysm when you see the entirely new stuff I made!”

“Is it Pokemon?”

Other Foxy asked, not really interested. I rotated my head in the manners of an owl to face him.

“Boi yer DAMN RIGHT IT IS!”

My head whirled back into place and I coughed.

“Anyway yes, I whipped up some artificial Pokemon to bring some actual life into the Badlands as there’s basically no other life here. Anyway you can look around and find some if you want, I made an artificial Arceus and Mew to oversee the development of all the species.”

“Nah.”

Other Foxy dismissed.

“We weren’t really into Pokemon much on Earth. I just assumed you created Pokemon because you’re crazy and powerful enough to do such a thing. And this world is colorful enough for Pokemon.”

“Why thank you! Anyway over here you can find-”

“OUTTA THE WAY CAP’N!”

I tilted my head to see Foxy charging my way and accidentally ramming into me. I snapped a paw and righted myself, watching Foxy stand up. Other than being made to appear more organic the main differences between my Foxy and the other being that mine wore a pirate shirt and vest along with a three point hat and cutlass, all along with the normal pants. My Foxy dusted himself off and looked sheepishly at me.

“Er...Sorry Admiral sir, Bonbon, Bonnie and Toychi are playing Sithball and I was runnin’ n such a hurry so I could grab the Stankball and throw it at Bonnie’s head.”

I waved him off.

“Eh no harm done kiddo. Anyway you four this is one of my kids, Foxy!”

He saluted at them and seemed to zone out as he saw Frank. I looked to see my Foxy narrowing his eyes at Other Foxy. At this point it finally occurred to me that my own animatronics may not take to well to what would seem to be duplications. He screeched and lunged for the Other Foxy, yelling.

“I BE THE ALPHA HERE! NOT YE YA RIPOFF!”

Other Foxy sighed, sidestepping the lunge and grabbing my Foxy’s neck with his hook hand, and slamming him into a nearby wall.

“I’m no pirate. And I’m certainly no ripoff of you, Captain Crunch.”

Foxy matched his gaze and his own hand opened into a hook that was a size bigger than Frank’s. Huh. I actually forgot that I gave my Foxy the ability to adjust his claw size at will when accessing it. Before they could scuffle I snapped a paw and split them up, dropping both of them from a few feet in the air.

“Foxy this is a Displaced not a replacement. Human Foxy I apologize, my kids have this thing about the idea that I’ll replace them. I keep telling them that I won’t but still. Foxy, MY Foxy, say you’re sorry.”

My Foxy crossed his arms and seemed to huff at Golden. I glared at him and spoke in a tone that made it clear I was serious.

“Now!”

“Myeh!...Sorry.”

I nodded and turned to Other Foxy.

“Now then Human Foxy apologize.”

He seemed like he was about to complain, but OG Freddy cut him off before he had the chance.

“Frank… Do as the creepy animatronic says.”

He sighed before responding.

“Fine, I’m sorry for slamming you into a wall.”

Both Foxies glared at each other for a moment before my Foxy burst out laughing and punched Other Foxy in the shoulder.

“Alright fine then lad. Sorry, I have a bit of the ole Fox instinct programmed into my head. Anyway I suppose I best be off, still have to nail Bonnie with tha Stankball.”

Foxy dashed off, grabbing the ball off the ground. Golden turned back to us.

“Anyway wanna follow him?”

“Sure.”

OG Freddy said with a smile, and the other three let out a groan.  

“Wait… should we be expecting Springtrap at all?”

I lost my grin for a moment and spoke slowly. That was something I had no interest in bothering with...

“No. No you shouldn’t. Anyway…”

I shook my head and forced myself to cheer back up and started following Foxy. I heard OG Freddy sigh in some sort of relief after hearing this.

“Good. Because we might lose all control if we see any fragment of Purple Guy. We have to deal with him in our world, as he already murdered several children.”

“Oh jeez that’s some badness there. Well still- AHA!”

I pointed over to some sort of sparring field where some of my kids were. I saw Bonnie stood on one leg on a pillar raised off the ground, claw extended for his right arm and his shoto lightsaber in the left. For the moment he also had his mask off and placed onto his belt. After looking between him and Other Bonnie I could see that one main difference was that I had made my Bonnie with a thinner, more human build (as I had with all other animatronics). Around him was ToyChi and Bonbon, and now Foxy, throwing various sports balls at Bonnie. This was something Bonnie had thought up for his lightsaber training, mainly him using his claw and lightsaber in tandem to slice through the various projectiles thrown at him. He seemed to notice all of us approaching and thus was nailed by Foxy with the stankball (an object I had made in honor of the original Teen Titans series). Upon impact, as engineered it burst apart into rancid laundry, right into his animatronic face. Bonnie groaned as he pawed to try and get it all off.

“GAH!! DAMMIT FOXY THAT SHIT IS RANK!”

Foxy guffawed at this and took cover as Bonnie started chasing him with the lightsaber.

“INDEED LAD! TIS THE STANKBALL!”

The four Displaced laughed with me at this, and I watched Bonnie throw his lightsaber through the air, arcing it like a boomerang and nailing Foxy as he ran. Bonnie jumped onto the opportunity and rushed him, whacking Foxy with his saber as he guffawed on the ground. We'd already discovered that my endoskeleton and those of my kids weren't able to be cut by even a lightsaber. Of course I theorized that weapons of the same metal might work to cut it but I didn't bother testing, as I was the only one capable of making it. Though that didn't stop Bonnie from whacking Foxy with it and lopping off chunks of his costuming (though he'd regenerate it later). While he was doing that he waved Bonbon over, and I observed him as he brought  over the remains of the stankball. Before Foxy could react, Bonnie grabbed the filthiest sock from the stankball and flossed it through Foxy's nose, causing him to immediately jerk back and try to escape.

“NYEH TIS THE SMELL OF DAVY FACKIN JONES!”

Bonnie jumped off and started sprinting from Foxy as he drew his cutlass and roared.

“YE KNOW I HAVE A MORE POWERFUL SENSE OF SMELLIN’ THAN YE!”

“Shoulda thought about that before you SUCKED ASS!”

Neither of them had lungs, none of us did, but that didn't seem to step them from trying to strangle each other. I smiled and shook my head at them and watched Bonbon sigh and approach the four Displaced and I. He spoke when he got close enough, looking over the four of them.

“Alright I’m gonna forego the whole ‘murdering you for my own continued existence’ deal for now and hope that you guys are Displaced, since otherwise you’d have memories of how to get around already. Anyway the two killing each other there are Bonnie and Foxy, over there is Toychi and I myself am called Bonbon. The nicknames are by choice though and, I’m looking at you fox boy, I will sock whoever says shit about them. Now then, what’s your deal?”

OG Freddy spoke up to the other Displaced before turning to Bonbon.

“Well, since there’s so many animatronics of similar names, might as well use our real ones.”

OG Freddy turned to Bonbon and spoke up.

“I’m Fredrick, and these are Bobby, Claire, and Frank. And yes, those are our birthnames.”

'Bobby' spoke in a low voice, seeming to think no one would hear him.

“Freakin’ dimples. Who puts dimples on animatronics?”

OG Freddy let out a sigh at this and Bonbon gave him a cheeky grin.

“Sounds like somebody’s jeal~ouuus!”

Bobby looked up at Bonbon, before smiling.

“Yeah right. You’re just jealous that you don’t have the originality of us four. We have dead children and killer programming inside us, do you?”

“We have chunks of a sociopathic human-turned-bear in our heads, unbreakable endoskeletons, and full control over our actions little mister computer code for brains.”

“Can you teleport?”

Bobby warped from view and OG Freddy seemed miffed that he hadn't been told about him having that ability.

“DARN IT BOBBY! JUST FREAKIN’ TELL US IF YOU LEARN SOMETHING LIKE THAT!”

Bonbon kept up the grin as he snapped a paw and warped out, poking Bobby's shoulder before warping back. He stuck out his tongue at Bobby and spoke.

“Yessum. Can you play guitar AND shoot lightning?”

He took out his electric bass guitar and strummed it, finishing by shooting out a few bolts of lightning into the air. OG Freddy responded to this.

“Bobby can. But he’s probably on Mars or something right now. Not sure about lightning yet, as we’ve only had these bodies for almost a week.”

OG Freddy seemed to have an idea and gained a wide grin.

“But can you do this?”

He pulled out a microphone and started playing Toreador March from withing his system. A few seconds later, Bonbon jumped backwards, seeing an illusion of some sort. Bonbon grinned and narrowed his eyes at him and OG Freddy flinched back in similar fashion. So both had the ability to project jumpscare illusions... Cool. OG Freddy looked back to where Bonbon stood with the same cheeky grin.

“Again I say yessum.”

OG Freddy caught a brief glance up at something in the sky and smiled.

“Do you have an orbital laser cannon?”

Before Bonbon could respond, OG Freddy held out a paw, holding up three fingers, before counting down to zero, and Bobby teleporting next to him, with a cliche button remote with only a big red button on it, that he quickly pushed, causing a giant laser to fire from some sort of space construct before hitting a mountain in the distance, destroying it.

“In case you’re wondering.”

Bobby spoke up.

“I was able to steal some stuff from abandoned space stations aliens built in places in this universe, before bringing them to one place, and building a space cannon.”

Bobby handed the remote to me.

“You can have this. Consider it a present for the knowledge you gave us. Plus, I gave it a party setting, so you can fire nachos at invading armies.”

I shook my head and passed it back.

“Eh you don’t have to pay me kid. Besides if I wanted a space station then I could just magic one up for myself. Plus the nachos thing I can do anyway.”

“But orbital space cannons make everything cooler, than just snapping your fingers.”

Bobby sighed, before teleporting off somewhere.

“I have no idea how he does that stuff.” OG Freddy idly commented.

“I swear he was perhaps the smartest person in our world, and we had people who started colonizing planets.”

I shrugged.

“Cool. Anyway gimme a sec to break those two up.”

I snapped a paw and summoned up Bonnie and Foxy floating them apart. I sighed and snapped a paw, yanking the sock from Foxy’s nose.

“Bonnie, Foxy play nice.”

They both kept glaring.

“I said PLAY NICE DAMMIT!”

I skooshed their faces together and they scrambled to get apart. Both of them sighed and gave halfassed apologies. Bonnie looked back at all of the Displaced and Foxy wandered off.

“Uh...What’s the deal with these guys Bossman?”

I decided to have a little fun with everyone. I knew Bonnie wouldn't fall for it, but I dramatically sighed anyway and gt started.

“Son...They’re from the future!”

Bonnie blinked once before looking at Bobby. I watched Bonnie sweep the leg Karate Kid style and knocked all of the four Displaced over and grabbed Bobby’s neck in his claw.

“NICE TRY FUTURE ME I KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE YOU ARE! And don’t bother warping we both know my claw can negate that!”

“Maybe for current you.”

Bobby started with a smile on his face.

“But I’ve gotten a few upgrades. I might not be able to teleport, but I can still do this.”

Bobby punched Bonnie in the face with enough force to push him back and force him to let go. Bonnie responded by bringing his lightsaber around and slicing through Bobby’s left arm and lopping it off. Alright, so these guys most definitely didn't have the same endoskeleton's as I. Good to know.

“Apparently some downgrades too Future-Me.”

He tapped his lightsaber against his own arm, where it cut through the costuming but bounced off his endoskeleton.

“You got that ability removed in a freak accident involving popcorn, nachos, and a Shiftling. Besides, I can repair myself.”

Bobby made to pick up his arm, but it disappeared in a white flash, before growing back out of his wound.

“...Ability? You mean you were stupid enough to replace your entire endoskeleton?”

“Well, more like forcibly removed.”

“...Did you get hit reeeeaaallly hard on the head at some point? Enough to shake your brain loose and make you think that made any sense?”

“A lot actually. As a reminder, don’t insult gods who can control the very fabric of the universe. With a single snap, they not only imploded Bonbon, but temporarily messed up all the other animtronics including Golden Freddy, before removing the indestructible endoskeleton.”

OG Freddy sighed, before stepping in.

“Okay, this has gone on long enough. We’re not from the future, we’re a group of friends displaced as the FNAF crew.”

Bonnie deadpanned. And here came him finally letting on that he wasn't fooled.

“No shit sherlock. I was seeing how full of shit this guy was. I’m not stupid enough to insult a god, and besides that Bossman’s not dumb enough to get messed with, even by a more powerful being. Besides, the endoskeleton is me. It’s like talking about removing a skeleton from a human and expecting them to live. Besides Bossman would put me in a new one if that did happen and my soul is made with its own patterns to it. Can’t be messed with by anyone other than Bossman, plus the fact that he’d be the only one I’d trust to make me a new body. So guy who is almost but not quite as handsome as me what’s your actual deal?”

OG Freddy responded to this before Bobby got the chance.

“Not all of us get to have our own souls. We all lost ours a week ago, and are now forced to live with a bloodthirsty child soul in us that wants to do kill most adults we see.”

“Tough shit. Mine’s made from scraps and shavings offa Bossmans’. And besides that, you’re still here ain’t ya? That means even if it’s been monkeyed with it’s still there in some way. Just keep someone around that can knock some sense into you when you go crazy.”

“You curse a lot, don’t you.”

OG Freddy gave a half-hearted smile.

“But I still miss my soul. I can’t even remember what having a conscience is like. I could kill people, and not even care, as long as no children are hurt.”

“...You don’t seem to be listening. You know how you’re all depressed and shit? That’s YOU feeling that! You don’t FEEL having a soul dude that’s just some meta magical shit. You are aware of yourself, and the only one making you think that you wouldn’t care is you. Someone else is in your head? Then FIGHT BACK. You’re in control right now, aren’t you? There some child telling you what to do now? No? There ya fucking go. And yeah I do cuss a lot, I was made with a  basic replication of Bossman’s personality as a teenager and he wasn’t the most caring of buggers to any random fucker to walk by.”

OG Freddy gave another small smile.

“I don’t know if what you’re saying will even work. Or if the child will just leave me, making me nothing but a shell with a metal skeleton.”

He turned to face me.

“I think I’m ready to leave.”

I nodded.

“Alright then. And remember, whether the child is in there too or not, you got just as much right to the body as he/she/it. And in terms of power then I could just as well charge you up with the same biz I made my kids with. And  specialize in mental magic stuffs, so I could help there too.”

“Nah. I’d prefer to just keep learning how to use the powers I’ve got. They might not be as powerful as you and your children, but they can get the job done. And thanks for helping us figure out some interesting ways to use our powers. Next thing I’m gonna learn is how to go invisible.”

He handed me the token they had made. “You think you can send that into the multiverse?”

I gave the kid a thumbs up and threw it out into the void. A version of it immediately appeared and clanged directly onto my head. I took it and put it into my chest with all my other tokens.

“As always the Displaced that makes a token outside of his/her/their universe has one appear there. That was a copy of your token for me to have and such. Anyway, our contract is now complete and such stuff so bye!”

“Bye!”

I sighed as they faded from view. That was fun, and I hoped that I'd meet them again sometime. I turned and popped my back a few times before hearing a roar in the sky above me. I tilted my head and looked up to see a horde of dragons crossing the sky above me and shiftings darting about in a panic. It seemed the dragon migration had come early this year... Next Chapter: Chapter Twenty Seven: The Ballad Of Picklechu Part One: Springtrap Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 34 Minutes