Chapter 2: Where Dreams Come to Die.

"Galaxy! Stop trying to strangle your brother!" Darla yelled.

"Never! He is such a nuisance!" Galaxy said, trying to hold herself from attempting to murder her brother.

The Golden Freddy plushie's eyes move to stare at Darla.

"Why do i feel like I'm being watched?" Darla asked looking around the room.

She spots the Golden Freddy plushie staring directly at her.

"I knew it! I knew it was alive!" Darla said, pointing at the plushie.

The plushie's eyes return to their normal position before London and Galaxy turned to look.

"Maybe you should lay down." Galaxy said, generally concerned for her new friend.

"I don't think a plushie can come to life. Its material would go up in flames if it was because of the radioactivity." London remarked.

"Well, that's where you're wrong." The plush said, staring directly at the back of London's head.

Everyone froze. No one knew what to do in the case of a talking plushie from a video game.

"Did it just talk?" Darla asked while her face turned pale.

"Oh great, here we go. So not only is this story unrealistic. But now we have a talking plushie from FNAF. Wow. Nice storywriting, bruv." Galaxy said, breaking the fourth wall.

"Listen to me, "Golden Freddy", or whatever your name is. I'm not gonna let you creepily stare at my friends. Do you understand me?" Darla demanded.

The plushie leaps from the bookshelf onto London's head.

"Hey!" Darla shouts as she tries to burn the plushie.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is with me, lady. But it still doesn't explain the fact on why I creep you out." The plushie stated.

"You don't freak me out. You are literally on my friend's head. So do the world a favor and get off of his head you...thing." She demanded.

"Oh my gosh. London. Control that plushie. I'll be forcing you two to make out if you irritate me!" Galaxy exclaimed, looking at London with a smirk.

"Oh, honey, please you cant do anything." London said whilst rolling his eyes.

A few days pass and Darla is getting somewhat acquainted with all three of her new friends. They devised a plan to get home safely without being caught. London and Galaxy didn't have anywhere else to go, so Darla allowed them to stay at her house when they make it back to the Houston Port in Texas. Darla's thick, beautiful, maroon hair was changing weird colors at random times, but they assumed it was due to the radioactivity that they never even thought, for one second, that it would one day spiral into something far greater than what they could possibly conceive.

"Okay. Listen. We're almost to the dock. London, make sure your plush friend doesn't decide to cause trouble." Darla said, as London reassured. They hid under the giant bed so the guards can't see them. The superior in charge knows that no one can get into the room. Darla took off the lock and replaced it with a fake before they shut the heavy metal door behind them before the boat initially sank.

"Galaxy, I need you to grab that little mirror in the corner. I really like it and would like to take it with me." Darla said, fixated on the small compact mirror.

"Will do." Galaxy said while the guards left.

Galaxy grabbed the mirror and they opened the door slightly. There was nobody in sight, so they rushed behind a few very tall crates. Galaxy handed the mirror to Darla and she put it in her pocket.

"This mirror reminds me of my mother." Darla whispered solemnly.

The mirror had a metal rose on it with emeralds encrusted into it. The outside of the mirror was plated with metallic green paint and on the inside was a flawless mirror. The mirror was so reflective, you could see the tiny details of someone's face.

"Its a very pretty mirror." The plushie said.

"Bet she's gonna use it to beat the crap out of you." Galaxy said, irritated with the plushie.

"Could you guys like not verbally assault my plushie, please?" London asked sarcastically.

As time passes, they soon realize they can't stay behind the crates, as the one day they come back, shipment day is ongoing and in full prospect. "We have to move somewhere safer." Darla said, trying to spot a safe area.

"There is a warehouse we can hide in." The plushie said, pointing at an abandoned warehouse.

The plushie was still on London's head as this is happening.

"Great, the plushie actually knows what hes doing." Galaxy said, visibly annoyed.

They waited till the guard's lunch break to make a move. They sprint quietly to the abandoned warehouse and hide inside.

"Ok, so let's see if we can make our way to that vent on the other side." Darla said, trying to feel her way around.

As they make their way to the only decent light source being a ventilation system, they run into a guard.

"Hey! You are not supposed to be in here-" the guard said abruptly.

The plushie quickly disorients him and Darla picks up the flashlight off of him. Meanwhile, London and Galaxy are completely obliterating every little piece of the radio that the guard had.

"For a plushie, you aren't half bad." Darla said with confidence.

"So, how long will the guard be out for?" London asked.

"Oh yeah um…hes dead." The plushie said with a faint smile.

Darla and Galaxy glance at each other with horror. Darla had a very bad feeling about the plushie as did Galaxy. London walked up to the plushie and put him on his head just like before.

"So, you're going to keep this...killing machine?!" Galaxy asked loudly whilst being petrified.

"Duh? Not just gonna leave him here." London said mockingly.

"Hey, I mean, if the shoe fits." Darla reassured.

As they make their way out of the old warehouse, they escape the facility's premises and make their way to the city of Houston.