I'm back again. :D

First, the questions/comments:

Springtrap's in a game! And he just lost...whatever the game is. What is going on here?!: That game is a twisted version of Five Nights at Freddy's. As the chapters progress, the nights become harder. For example, this night has more Animatronics being active.

Can you make a 123 Slaughter Me Street fanfic?...please: Nope. I actually never heard of that... eeehhhh (looks on Wikipedia)... game until you mentioned it. So, sorry. -.-" (Truthfully, I thought first it was a movie - a darker version of 21st Jump Street).

Don't be so jealous of the other plushies Kyra-san had, Plushtrap. And are those ghost kids trying to creep Springtrap out in that ruined Pizzeria?: Actually, Plushtrap has all right in being paranoid around the other plushies (shown in this chapter). Being a character with the moving ability and cutesy similar to the 'bots in FNaF and FNaF2, having the design of the dreaded Animatronic in FNaF3 and being in alliance with the Nightmares in FNaF4, in this fic, he's more than he seems to be on the first sight. And yes, the kids were trying to creep Springtrap out. Actually, the last scene in the previous chapter should've reminded people on a familiar Mini-Game.

Also what chapter will the REAL action start? Also… does Kyra die in the end of the story?: The action aka GAME started the very chapter Kyra stepped into the pizzeria. Night by Night, it becomes more difficult. Also counter-question: why would you assume Kyra could die at some point in the story?

(Rhetorical question, :P I already know why you asked and let's be honest, you'll have to wait till the end to see what will happen to to the main characters).

Were you planning on continueing OLHS i could not help but believing it so when you ended it with "our little horror story just begun": T.T" For the...

...I think I forgot how many times I said that...

Anyways, OLHS has no continuation whatsoever (except for Halloween at Freddy's, which is not canon). Also, that were the lyrics of the song Our Little Horror Story by Aviators. It's not like I wrote the song so they'd have those lyrics.

The only thing I'm continuing is the FNaF story (as, the actual game story), not the OLHS fanfic I wrote.

Also, Melaina, congrants on the guessing XD: you're so darn close to the truth. You guessed the right character/s and yes, it has been established Springs had amnesia at the start. But this amnesia is starting to vanish. I'm following the facts from the games and if you re-read the chapters, you'll notice how the character/s behavior differs. I mean, the last scene in the previous chapter was a shout-out to a particular Mini-Game. You're getting closer and closer to the truth and yes, the truth is about that very familiar character/s.

This chapter shows just how dangerous this story is getting. Kyra is not safe in her own house (does that remind you on someone?). She's playing a dangerous game...

The lyrics belong to FNaF2 Rap Song by VideoGameRapBattles.

Enjoy!

Night 13: Haunted Toys

We know where you hide

Skin you alive

Find a nice new hide

And stuff you inside

Scrapped and redesigned

Your life left behind

Better keep that head on before you lose your mind

It's a new brand of horror

We've changed from before

Now take on ten of us

Without your doors

So keep your flashlight steady

And the camera ready

Prepare for another five nights

To survive at Freddy's

xXxXx

Kyra was surprised when she saw her dream. Well, flashback-vision. That night, there were no Nightmare Animatronics which would torture her. Instead, she was again at the pizzeria, but this time in teen form, free to explore it.

„Okay, what are those little ghostly creepers now planning to do?" Kyra muttered as she suspiciously walked around the crowded pizzeria. It was the 90s pizzeria, but not anywhere near it's closure. It seemed like it was at it's peak.

The Pirate Cove was open, instead of being out of order and the Animatronics performing. There were only Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy, which is why Kyra assumed it was the 90s version. She walked away from the stage, away from the Animatronics, bein unnerved by their cheerful attitude. This was justified – the last time she was here they almost killed her... while smiling and telling her to come to play.

Despite her awarness, something told her there's nothing to worry.

Yet.

She was tense, bumping into a few people, mostly kids who were running around. Some of them even joked about her being scared of the Animatronics, which surprised her. When having a flashback-vision, she's usually unable to interact with people unless it's completely necessary. She's usually just a bystander. However, she just shrugged it off and went on.

She looked for the exits and found one, making a note of where it is. If she escapes through the exit, she'd wake up. But now, she wanted to know what's up this time.

She was ignored by the people and didn't find anything out of ordinary. Not even when she stepped in front of the Animatronics, expecting them to come off the stage and start to hunt her down.

„This... is weird." Kyra rose and eye-brow.

She haven't seen such a peaceful and happy dream/vision since... she doesn't remember. It seemed like she now had some time to enjoy the stay and breathe more freely.

„This is how it's supposed to be."

Kyra jumped and turned, just to see a man standing next to her. He wore an uniform and a big smile.

„Huh?" Kyra blinked, obviously confused.

„This is how it's supposed to be." The man stated it again. Kyra recognized him as a Fazbear's employee. „Are you enjoying yourself?"

Kyra was too confused to answer. The guy, who was pretty familiar, in the uniform continued as he looked at the Animatronics.

„Some people have a bad impression of them, but they ain't bad. We just need to show them some respect." The guy winked. „Who's your favorite? Mine is Foxy!"

Kyra stood there, opening her mouth like a fish out of water.

„Ugh... I dunno..."

Heck, for some reason, this guy was familiar. But she couldn't figure out why.

„Have you ever considered a job here?" The man suddenly asked.

This caught Kyra totally off.

„Huhhh..." Kyra tried to come back to her senses. „I... why would I sign up?"

„To help us. To help them." The guy said. Kyra frowned.

„Are you a ghost?" she asked.

The guy in the uniform just smiled.

„This is your memory, right?"

He didn't answer. He just put his hand on her shoulder.

„Don't forget about the rules. Nobody's allowed into the Safe Room. It's dangerous." He frowned. „He claimed too many lifes. Be careful. He...They need you. Or what's left of their sanity, their individuality, will be gone forever."

A stunned Kyra was left staring, while the guy walked away.

Then she remembered why he was so familiar.

It was that Phone Guy.

BAM!

xXx

Kyra instantly woke up as she heard some crashing noise coming from downstairs. Plushtrap fell off the bed as the girl jumped on her feet, dizzy and disoriented.

„What the hell was that?" Kyra hissed as she heard the clattering noises. Plushtrap stared at her, at first confused.

Until he also heard the clattering.

Kyra frowned, grabbing the nearest thing you can pummel someone with – an umbrella – and sneaked out into the hallway. Her room was on the first floor and the clattering was coming from downstairs. She was on the top of the stairs, with Plushtrap following closely as she carefully went down the stairs.

„Gran Becky?" Kyra called out.

Sure, the person making noises could be her grandmother... but chances for were zero. Not even a nuclear war could wake Kyra's grandmother up.

It couldn't be Kyra's sister either. Hannah was living in an another town and Kyra hadn't seen her since the last week.

Kyra hid in the shadows as she approached the room from where the noise was coming – the kitchen. She already assumed it was a burglar and decided to show him how nobody messes around with this household. Plushtrap also put up a brave face – despite clearly hiding behind the girl and being afraid.

„Hello? Who is there?" Kyra called out.

She saw a monstrous shadow in the kitchen, knocking off some of the pots. She gasped, but then put on a firm expression.

„Show yourself!"

Suddenly, the creature glanced at her, it's rusty red eyes glowing in the dark. It lunged at Kyra, screeching in an inhumanely voice, which melted with Kyra's own scream as she fell on her butt.

Then, the creature vanished, in front of Kyra's very eyes.

The girl stared at the darkness, still frozen from the horrifying experience.

„What. The. Hell WAS THAT?!"

She shook her head to clear it. She felt something gripping her arm and turned her head, only to see Plushtrap shaking in fear. When he noticed her questioning look, he let go, putting on an I'm not scared expression. Kyra rolled her eyes and stood up, staring at where the abomination was seconds ago.

She was standing there for a few seconds, looking at the pots on the floor, contemplating.

„Plush, bite me." She nudged Plushtrap with her hand.

Plushtrap gave her a baffled You're kidding me, right? expression.

„Com'n!" Kyra told him.

He then bit her hand. Kyra yelped in pain, hopping on one leg and holding her hand which now had a red bite mark on it. She shook it.

„Okay, I'm clearly awake." She hissed through her teeth.

Plushtrap gave her a It was your idea expression and crossed his arms on his chest.

„Good, now to the questions: What the hell was Nightmare Chica doing in my kitchen?" Kyra said.

Plushtrap shrugged, while Kyra picked up the pots.

„Those Nightmares are just nightmares. And yet they appeared outside my dreams." Kyra said, looking at the pots. „Nightmare Chica was a physical manifestation, not just a nightmare. Either she couldn't have knocked the knocked the pots off. Which means that it'll only get worse from now on."

Plushtrap looked worried. He stepped back, until he felt something behind him. Looking down, he saw a Chica plushie lying on the floor. He lifted it with a frown and kicked it.

Kyra also noticed the plushie on the floor.

„What is my Plushie Chica doing here?" she asked. Usually, all her plushies – spare Plushtrap – are neatly put on her shelf or bed. She looked at Plushtrap, knowing well how paranoid he was about the other plushies. „Is this your doing?"

Plushtrap shook his head.

„Okay." She sighed tiredly. „Com'n, let's go back to sleep. Tomorrow is another day and we still have a lot of work to do."

Plushtrap just nodded and silently followed.

xXx

The next night, Kyra was staring at Fazbear's. Honestly, she didn't want to go there. The reason weren't the roaming Animatronics or the spirits of the children – it was Springtrap, a Hybrid of both.

Thanks to the call from Phone Guy, his warning in her dream-vision, the fact that Springtrap wasn't acting at all like the other Animatronics did and the function of spring-suits, as well as the newspaper clips gave her various blood-chilling impliactions.

She had a few theories, one worse than the other, and she hoped they weren't right. She hoped she was wrong about Springtrap as she had no clear evidence. However, for now, she knew she couldn't trust him. She couldn't trust anyone until she figures out just how far she can go.

„We're gonna go around, try to find an another entrace." Kyra told Plushtrap who popped out of her backpack. Plushtrap doubted this was a good idea. „I'd like to see the other part of the pizzeria."

Plushtrap let out a groan, clearly showing annoyance. Kyra's interpretation? Why haven't you thought of that during the day, when it safer?

„Yeah, I also wondered." Kyra muttered.

She entered through the other side, the door creaking as she pushed it. She winced, clearly not wanting to be noticed.

„The Animatronics are at the other part of the pizzeria. They shouldn't have access to here." Kyra muttered the sentence as a matter-of-fact. Actually, she just hoped it would make her sound a bit braver and safer. Plushtrap doubted it was safe.

Kyra walked, with Plushtrap peeping out of the backpack, around, staring at the walls with faded drawings of the Animatronics. One showed kids ripping Mangle apart. Another showed The Puppet with strings, giving gifts to the children. She was at a different type of Dining Area and it was eerily empty. She looked around and noticed the Show Stage. There was something on the wall.

She got on it, feeling something grabbing her shoulder.

She swiftly turned her head, seeing Plushtrap grabbing her shoulder in fear.

„It's okay..." she assured him. „Now gimme the flashlight."

He took it out of her backpack and gave it to her so she could examine the wall. Kyra's eyes widened as she turned it on. There was some sort of rusty red paint on the walls.

It was a dark and dried and it looked...

„Is that... blood?" Kyra stepped back. Plushtrap gulped.

Just how did the blood ended up splattered on the wall?

Then, she heard mechanical steps, her blood freezing in that moment.

„Springtrap?" She called out and slowly turned around.

A bear like figure with two empty voids of blackness stared at her, his mouth wide open.

Toy Freddy, in full Animatronic Hunting Mode.

„This is bad." Kyra slowly walked backwards, trying to find a way to get off stage and escape the toys. Toy Freddy was just staring at her with a blank expression and a wide mouth.

Kyra was shaking as she took a step back...

... and felt something plastic grabbing her arm.

She yelped in fear, seeing Toy Bonnie grabbing her arm. He stared at her with a blank expression. Worse, his pupils were contracted, something a robot isn't able to do.

Kyra hit him with the flashlight and yanked her hand out and ran the hell out.

„HAHAHAH! HAHAHAH!"

She heard a laughter as the Toy Animatronics followed her.

How the hell were the Toys able to move? She thought that only the Classics could move. On the other hand, the management probably repaired them.

„Thanks a lot management." Kyra hissed as she hid a room. Specifically, the Parts/Service Room.

It took a bit till she calmed down. The sound of steps was decreasing.

Kyra gave a small sigh of relief...

... until she realized she wasn't alone.

She stared at the other side, seeing the Golden Freddy suit sitting leaned on the wall.

But, why was it here? Wasn't the suit supposed to be at the Safe Room?

She gulped... then froze when she saw a faint, white-dotted glow inside Golden Freddy's eye-holes.

Suddenly, somebody grabbed her and yanked her out of the room.

Kyra stood face to face with Springtrap, who looked incredibly furious.

„Are you out of your mind?!" he hissed at her. „You're probably the second most stupid human ever!"

„And who's the first?" Kyra couldn't help herself but snark back. Springtrap growled as his eyes glowed in a faint grey-color. His anger faded and he just frowned, still glaring at her.

He didn't answer the question.

„Get the hell inside the Safe Room." He ordered her, growling angrily.

Kyra knew she shouldn't mess around with an angry Springtrap and just did what he said.

Springtrap was clenching his fists, angry that the girl came again. Especially during the night.

Things were changing since she came and the Animatronics became more active.

The past was catching up.

Springtrap looked at the Parts/Service Room.

Golden Freddy had vanished.

„The hauntings... It's starting all over again." He muttered.

The children were playing a deadly game, using him, the Animatronics and Kyra as their pawns. A game which started years ago and should have ended. However, it didn't.

But, this time, he won't repeat his past mistakes.