I grinned as my eyes locked with those of my maker. I pulled my glaive back and his aura faded from it. He spoke in a low voice, conveying barely contained rage.

"Foxy, get SB, Bonbon, and Bonnie out of here."

Foxy dashed past me and began to do so whilst Freddy and I sized each other up. I rolled each of my shoulders, deciding that I enjoyed having a third arm at my disposal. In a small bubble of magic I grabbed Bonie's severed claw and fused it into my third hand, leaving it with each finger being as a knife, ground to an edge fine enough to make a razor feel worthless. I grinned as I lazily twirled my saber and glaive, the two of us beginning to circle one another. I flicked my tongue at him with a fang-filled grin.

"Well howdy-hey there papa!  Howya doin'?"

He glared at me.

"I won't ask how you're alive. I won't ask why you thought attacking the place I slaved to make was worth doing. But I will ask you this... Do you want a slow, or a fast death?"

I ceased twirling my weapons and cracked my back, moving into a jagged combat stance. He narrowed his glare.

"Slow it is."

He waved his hands and launched a barrage of golden lightning at me from all sides, and I weaved across the field and blocked all that came my way with my various weapons. I threw a few whirlwinds of Septima lightning towards him in response along with a few pulses of raw energy from my mutated phazon.  He warped out of the line of fire each time, never taking a blow from anyhing I threw at him. I twirled in place and launched my glaive at him, watching him bring his hands together on the blade to stop it an inch from his face. I took the opportunity and sped forward, closing the distance before he could raise a defense, and I internally cheered at the fact that the force of madness I'd compiled in my glaive was working as intended... For a brief instance, his eyes and mine locked. I slowly began to dissolve into energy as we magnetized, drawing together as I rammed a claw into his head, bridging the gap between out minds. Both of us froze, the connection made. For a moment nothing happened.

Then a wave of pain tore through me, and my vision succumbed to darkness...

I... I knew this place. This was our...No wait, Freddy's mind. Or his mindscape, rather.

I stood up, inspecting the terrain. Last time I had been here, or rather when I had been a part of here, it was a ravaged wasteland of a mind, lacking any coherence. Now, it.... Well, it was still a ravaged wasteland, but now it looked as if someone had begun cleaning up the rubble and putting pieces back together. I pulsed out, seeking to begin getting to work on controlling this as I had when we were one and the same being... Huh? Why couldn't I do anything? I started moving forward to explore, to see what had brought about these changes.

I felt an odd presence. I turned around to find myself facing an odd figure. He was a human, standing at an average to tall height... For a human, anyway. He had a mess of blonde hair running to his shoulders and was wearing a simple gold hoodie and jeans. I raised an eyebrow, seeing that he wore a purple bowtie and tophat alongside the rest. Then I saw his eyes. One of his eyes was a pitch-black void, with hints of cracks but covered with a shell, giving him a slit-pupil and a golden iris. The other was unharmed, with a normal appearance, with a glowing golden iris with... A familiar pinprick of light, at the center of his pupil.

"This place isn't for you."

"...You look different, Freddy."

The odd figure glared at me. "This place isn't as it once was. Here, you are nothing but a reflection of your soul, and all that it entails."

I shuddered, and looked down to find that I was no longer myself. I was a mirror image of him presented as a purple specter... A twisted reflection of him, soaked in darkness. I looked up at him. This wasn't Freddy, of that much I was sure. Fear of an unknown sort washed over me, and I slowly began to move away from him as he approached. What was this thing that had greater power than I, here of all places?

"W-who are you?"

"I am he who came before and he who once was."

I found myself in a labyrinth, running down a winding corridor as he calmly walked towards me. I could see my animatronic form ahead,  I HAD to get back to it.... Anything was better than the wretched human form I had now... I dashed for it, finding myself standing evenly placed between it and my animatronic form. Barriers seemed to surround me and my animatronic body on all sides, with it in the only entrance and exit

We seemed to stand at a crossroads, where events could diverge greatly...I whirled around to strike the odd figure, only to find my fist caught by his hand. I burst out in a wave of madness, only to find him standing against it.

"You can't harm this mind anymore."

"Who ARE you!?"

Behind him, four lights ignited, taking the forms of human figures. A male with dark brown hair, a muscular build and my foe's age. A female, with the same brown hair, a pudgy build and clearly a few years younger, about sixteen from my guess. The next was a boy the same age as the girl, with hair a slightly lighter shade of blonde than my foes, with a thin build. The final one seemed to be distorted, eventually settling onto a mechanical form, an automaton styled in colors of fire and blood.

"This mind is no longer broken."

I ran from him, entering my body not as a spirit but throwing it over myself as if a costume to return to it. I laughed at him, feeling completely defended. A wave of dread cut me off, as my own body began to constrict, crushing me. I roared in pain as it collapsed my chest, agony tearing through every aspect of my being.

I fell to my hands and knees, trying to understand what was happening. I felt a hand seize my throat and lift me up, and I looked onto the odd figure one last time. Golden flames washed over him, burning away at his flesh until only an animatronic endoskeleton with the same eyes remained. The flames washed over him again, leaving Freddy's costuming returned onto him.

"I am not the man that made you, that maddened wreck that was born of the same fragment of madness that pulses at the heart of your very being. I am the man that came before. I am Calvin Banks, and this mind is MINE!"

I let out a scream of pain as golden erupted from inside me, tearing apart  e v e r y t h i n g   I  w a s   a n d   c o u l d   b e   . . .

I screamed as I wrenched my hand away from Freddy, no, from HIM, the thing glowing as if it were white hot iron. I looked up at Calvin as he gave me a look of contempt, approaching with that same calm stride. I looked to my glaive on the ground and sent it at him, drilling it into his damaged eye and throwing his focus off of me. Those beings of light... I knew them. Names bounced at me, gleaned from his thoughts... His family. O-okay... So I couldn't harm his mind anymore, eh? FINE! I'd harm THEM instead!

"Y-you want to find them, don't you?"

My glaive flew into my hand, and I used one of my hands to rip a tear into the void.

"WELL LET'S SEE WHO GETS TO THEM FIRST!"

I stumbled into the tear in my efforts, closing it behind me to escape from his grasp, sinking into the infinite expanse of existence as it closed in around me...

I wasn't done with this yet. Not by a looong shot... But then again, there was a wide multiverse out there with all sorts of goodies for a guy like me... A jagged grin crossed my face as I contemplated the possibilities. In my lust for my own makers' blood, I had failed to utilize the one truly valuable resource I has at my disposal... I had the whole fucking MULTIVERSE to gather materials from, and if I had to search that much to find Calvin's family to destroy them, well...

What's to say I couldn't pick up a few things along the way?

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