Nightmare Foxy

idk if i've posted this one ⬇️ here before but i drew this nightmare foxy a few months ago

"This time, the terror has followed you home."

Today is the day where the "final chapter" was released. I like how you had to defend yourself from Nightmare Animatronics, but this time, you're in a house, playing as a child.

We were then introduced to Nightmare Fredbear, Plushtrap and Nightmare.

I even enjoyed the Halloween version.

And say hello to the infamous "Bite of '83", not '87, which is a pretty f'ed up thing Michael did.

Speaking of Michael, we're actually playing as him. Either he's having nightmares of him as a child being haunted by his sins or Willaim made the nightmare animatronics as punishment.

Also, seeing him apologizing to the Crying Child at the hospital did shows he FULL regret what he did. Thus, making him go on the path to redemption.

Either way, this was a fantastic game I witnessed. And the reveal of who did the Bite of '83 did it amazing. Thank you, Scott Cawthon, for making this awesome 4th installment of FNAF.

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Almost never drawn Nightmare Foxy in my style, so he looks like crazy dog

Whenever I hear Nightmare Foxy, I think of Funtime Foxy

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A little bit late it was suppose to be done earlier but I was tired. Luckily it’s done now, yay.

Yipee! Finally done!

This took more time then I thought, but anyways, I'm happy with result.

C.C clutched his plushie close to his chest and stifled a whimper as he stared up the stage and the golden animals above. His body nearly paralyzed in fear, every click and whir of the performing bots he flinched, every move the mechanics made he prepared to run or hide. A bear and bunny, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, while the other kids played and cheered he stood petrified before the animatronic animals. His eyes were locked on Fredbear’s he was determined to face his fear…but then bear stared at him back and his whimpers turned to tears and he fell to his knees at the foot of the stage, why was this so hard for him? He clutched his Fredbear plushie closer to his chest and sobbed into it, this was his only friend, his only comfort, a smaller, cuter version of the very thing that made him so horrified.

”Aw little Crying Child living up to his name.” A mocking voice said from behind. “Michael leave me alone.” He sniffled out through tears. Michael his older brother had been picking on him for who knows how long of course he wasn’t his only target as far as he knew he was just a jerk to everyone but he especially picked on him. As his dad would put it he was “the problem child” the only one who he had never seen him picking on was his sister Elizabeth but he was probably just too scared to do it seeing as she was the golden child. To C.C Michael was just an immature 15 year old who was too chicken pick on someone his own size but he still cowered before him. “Yeah leave him alone Mike.” One of his friends said sarcastically.

“Yeah we should leave him alone. We should take him were he can be really alone.” Michael grinned smugly and stared into his crying brother’s eyes. Michael and his friends all wore masks of the Fazbear characters to taunt C.C, Michael wore a Foxy mask with oversized teeth and large dark eye holes that caused C.C quiver. “Come on C.C let’s take you somewhere ‘safe’.” Michael said as he grabbed his brother’s wrists and began to drag him away. “What does C.C stand for anyways.” The kid with the Freddy mask asked “Crying Child of course just look at him.”

C.C didn’t actually stand for anything his real name was actually Cece. It was his moms idea and he most certainly wasn’t a fan as far as his mom knew she had literally made the name up. It was pronounced two C’s so they shortened it to that and now Michael was going around telling his friends that it stood for “Crying Child” and they used this to mock him, as if he wasn’t already made fun of him enough for his name.

Michael and his friends all grabbed him and began dragging him away as he fought and kicked but it was no use and he was soon thrown into a dark room, he had just enough time to read the sign above the door which read “Parts and Service”. His brother and his friends shoved him into the room with a loud thud and they shut the door behind them. C.C struggled to get his bearings before eventually finding the door in the pitch black Parts and Service room but just as he reached the knob he hear a loud click and door was locked. “Not cool Michael!” He said trying to put on his bravest voice “Dad is going to be so angry when he finds out about this!” All heard was Michael and his friend laughing hysterically from the over side. “Come on let me out!” Michael and his friends simply walked away chuckling as the left. “MICHAEL LET ME OUT! PLEASE MICHAEL YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE! PLEASE!” He screamed now desperately as he banged on the door. He collapsed to the ground and tears filled his eyes once again, he was alone. “Don’t let them get to you.” A small voice spoke to him.

He wasn’t completely alone he still had Fredbear. The small plush bear was more than an ordinary teddy he was alive he spoke to him, he understood him, he was the only one who really did. “Cheer up friend he’s just a jerk.” The plush said to him. The plushies voice wasn’t like that of the one on stage it was different his voice was much more high pitched and he also had a barely noticeable British accent like him and his family in fact he almost sounded like Spring Bonnie. “Oh Fredbear,” he said through tears, “I can’t do anything about it I’ve tried standing up for myself.” He hugged his plushie tightly as he spoke to it. “Don’t worry about them they aren’t what you truly need to fear.” As the plush finished speaking C.C’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was horrified to see he was surrounded by animatronics and suits, some missing arms and eyes and overs just bare endoskeletons and empty suits he screamed and curled up in a little ball. “What room did Michael lock you in?” The plush asked him. “Parts and Service” he whispered weakly to the plush bear. “Be careful of the animatronics.” C.C stared at the bear in confusion at this sudden comment, “You have no need to be so afraid but don’t touch them.” He put the plush down and made eye contact “Don’t touch the suits.” What was he talking about? “Remember what you saw.” C.C suddenly recoiled at the phrase he remembered what he saw there was a good reason why he was so scared of the animatronics. “Remember what you saw.”, the bear repeated, “Remember what you saw.” it repeated again then again and again over and over it repeated “Remember what you saw.” C.C curled back up and continued to cry he didn’t like remembering what he saw.

Suddenly there was a click and door creaked open, C.C bolted towards one of the suits and hid behind it. The sound heavy breathing filled the air as well as foot steps approaching the door, C.C peeked out from his hiding spot to see the silhouette of rabbit standing in the door way. The rabbit slowly moved in the room and flipped the light switch, in the light it golden fur shown and it was now obvious this was Spring Bonnie. Spring Bonnie slowly approached C.C’s hiding spot and he was petrified. He closed eyes in horror only to open them to find Spring Bonnie face inches away from his own…”C.C are you okay?” The rabbit spoke to him his voice calm and low, “Daddy?” C.C ask the rabbit “Is that you?” Spring Bonnie looked him the eye and reached out his hand “Yes it’s me. I heard what Michael did he going to be in big trouble when I find him.” He stared up at Spring Bonnie’s face now noticing his dad glossy grey eyes peering through the eye holes of the mask. He took his father’s hand and allowed himself to be taken back into the main stage area.

“Remember what you saw” the phrase stuck in his mind he remembered what he saw and he wished he could forget. He whimpered as he was lead along by his dad “Is there something wrong son?” He dad asked him. In truth there was something wrong seeing his dad in the suit again was incredibly uncomfortable for him, “The suit.” He managed to say through his fear. “What about the suit?” He opened his mouth to respond but quickly cut off “I know what you saw. It’s still me nothings changed. It’s never going to happen again.” Suddenly he could remember what he saw even more clearly and he quickly felt sick to his stomach at the memory. It happened many moments ago it a birthday party for a kid that he didn’t know the name of but or corse he was there his dad was one of the owners after all. It was after the show and the animatronics were supposed come out and greet the kids. C.C wasn’t very knowledgeable about how the animatronics worked but he did know that they weren’t just animatronics they could be worn as suits as well, his dad and his business partner Henry were usually the ones to wear the suits Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were actually based on them. His dad was Spring Bonnie. While as far he knew Henry never was really into wearing the Fredbear suit his dad took pride in being Spring Bonnie and got really immersed in the role. This day they animatronics needed to worn as suits. Everything was going smoothly when his dad was supposed to take a picture with the birthday boy, he stood next the kid and prepared to have the photo taken when a group of kids run into him and he falls over the birthday boy and camera man laugh it off but his dad went dead still and then something horrible happened, something that wouldn’t leave his mind. His dad stood up and tried to get away as fast as possible something was clearly going wrong suddenly he heard a clicking and that’s when he saw the blood. The next few minutes were the most horrific thing he ever witnessed his dad suddenly began to twitch and claw at the suit as snaps and clicks filled the air and his limbs flailed in strange robotic movements. He eventually began to call for help but no employees in the area could do anything he fell the ground and the suit began to soak with blood as his father just screamed and didn’t stop until his screams eventually turned to a gargling and he heard what he thought was his dad bones being crushed. His dad grabbed at the mask desperately and C.C could see his face punctured by metal rods. Eventually all the snapping and sounds stopped and his dad stopped moving. He was sure he was dead there was no way he was still alive but somehow he was. It would be days before he would see him again and when he did he was all mangled and looked barley alive. Months would pass before he would heal fully but the incident still left nasty scars all over his body and though he tried to cover them up he could still see the ones on his neck very clearly. His dad was never really the same after that something about him just felt off and he just seemed dead inside. His eyes were now lifeless and glossy like the animatronics on stage.

That’s what he saw, that’s what he couldn’t forget, and that’s why he couldn’t bear to look at the animatronics. “It’s okay to be upset by all that just be thankful I’m still alive.” His dad said snapping him from his daze “Now go see Fredbear it’s time you get over this.” He agreed it was time he got over this he shouldn’t let his trama haunt him forever. He walked back over to the stage and repeated where he started staring into Fredbear’s eyes but he just couldn’t stop himself from breaking out into tears again. “Look Crying Child is trying to face his fears again. Oh I think that’s a new record you lasted 30 seconds.” Michael laughed from behind him and friends had returned. The rest of the day was torture over and over his brother and his group would taunt him and even attack him and there was nothing he could do. He went home that night with tears still streaming down his cheeks and bruises on his legs.

“Tomorrow is another day.” His plush said to him as he lay in bed. He closed his eyes and tried to forget everything that had happened maybe Fredbear was right tomorrow is another day.

Breathing. Something was breathing in the closet. C.C shot out of bed and tiptoed towards the closet his legs quivering and every muscle preparing to run. He swung the closet door open to…nothing. Nothing but a small stuffed Foxy laying on the ground. He closed the closet and then opened it again and what was there now horrified him. Piecing yellow eyes, ripped fur, rusted metal, and rows are sharp teeth inches away from his face…

THE END

Yipee what a happy family