Twisted Nightmare

by ScorchingFlamesInc

Rating: teen
Tags: Death, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Nightmare Moon, Original Character, Comedy, Horror, Five Nights at Freddy's, Self Insert, Adventure, Violence, Crossover
Length: 4827

Well this sucks. One day, I am writing a fanfiction about getting sent to Equestria. The next day I'm... sent to Equestria. Two problems: One, I'm Twisted Freddy from the FNaF books. Second, another human has been sent here as Nightmare from FNaF 4.

WARNING: If you don't like FNaF, then this story is NOT FOR YOU!!!

You all know me. I'm just a guy named Leo. I'm a HUGE brony, writing fanfics here and there. But I'm also a FNAF fan. I favor a lot of the characters. The twisted ones are the coolest. Especially Twisted Freddy.

But then one night, I am writing a Fimfiction about being sent to Equestria. Everything is fine, and I have zero worries.

The next day, I am IN Equestria AS Twisted Freddy. I'm not the only one though! Some random stranger was sent here as well, and transformed into Nightmare from FNAF 4. Oh, and he hates FNAF and MLP.

While we work to gain trust, figure out how this happened, AND search for a way back home, we soon discover that something more sinister is afoot.

A story for fans of FNaF and MLP alike.

There are more main characters than the ones tagged.

Story begins before the season 2 finale of MLP.

This is one of those stories where I am sent to Equestria. And it won't be the last...

Published 2019-12-11 17:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-12-22 01:53:52 UTC

Prologue

Princess Luna stared at the moon. On her face wasn't a sign of content, but rather, uneasiness.

"Luna?" a voice said behind her. "Are you ok?"

Luna turned her head to see her sister, Princess Celestia, looking at her with an expression of worry.

"Are you having memories of Nightmare Moon, again?" asked Celestia.

"Well... kinda..." Luna said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I raised the moon earlier tonight, I had this odd feeling. A feeling that there would be some sort of threat... I am not sure if it is Nightmare Moon, Discord, or somepony else... but I guarantee that something isn't right..."

"Interesting..." Celestia said, putting a hoof on her chin. "Anything else?"

"No. But if something very sinister DOES end up becoming reality, I promise you, I shall be ready for whatever it is."

Celestia stepped closer to her sister.

"WE will be ready. You will not be alone. I will be there to help you if there really is a threat. I will alert Twilight and her friends as well."

Luna smiled.

"Thank you, sister. Whatever this threat will be, we will make sure that it is stopped no matter what..."

Meanwhile, on Planet Earth...

I stared at the computer, puzzling over what to type next.

As of the moment, I am home alone, sitting on my bed, writing another chapter in a My Little Pony fanfiction. Mom and Jason, my stepdad, wouldn't be home until 11:30. As for my sister, she was at camp.

What is the fanfiction about? It's a story about me getting sent to Equestria with some friends and going on crazy adventures.

Yep. I'm what we call a brony. A guy who is a hardore fan of the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I had some merchandise centering around the show. Books. Plush. That sort of stuff.

If only it were real...

Anyway, about thirty to forty-five minutes later, I FINALLY finished the chapter and then decided to call it good. I closed the computer, brought it to the living room, and set it on the coffee table. It WAS my mom's computer after all. I had to keep it safe.

I made my way back to my room and took a look at the top of my bookshelf, where multiple Five Night's at Freddy's plushies sat.

Along with being a My Little Pony fan, I was ALSO a hardcore FNaF fan. I would ALWAYS get a piece of their merchandise when I had the chance.

One of MY favorites was Twisted Freddy. Probably because he was so cool! He had a gaping mouth full of teeth, a stomach full of teeth, and boils. I honestly find him to be one of the scariest-looking characters there is. In fact, he was the FIRST 'Twisted Ones' plush I GOT!

Anyway, one look at the time told me all I needed to know about what to do next. 10:45. 15 minutes until 11:00, the time I SHOULD be in bed.

I did my usual bedtime routine. Pajamas. Brushing teeth. All THAT stuff.

Finally, I crawled under the warm covers. I had no reason to be excited for tommorow, aside from the chance to play more video games. But you know what they say...

"Tomorrow is another day..."

Tomorrow...

I woke up, and immediatly started to feel... how do I put it... strange.

For one thing, I felt that I was standing when I woke up. STANDING! And I NEVER fall asleep OR wake up standing.

Even though my eyes were still shut, I still felt more differences made to my body. I felt bigger, and some spots of my body felt gaping and open. Even weirder, I felt no pain.

Finally, when I fully came to my senses that something was wrong, I shot open my eyes.

And I found that there was something on my face.

It was a muzzle that would belong to a bear. An animatronic one to be precise.

Seeing that thing in front of my face was enough for the panic to set in.

I gasped, my intake of breath sounding oddly... deep and nightmarish.

I looked around in panic, hoping that the gasp WASN'T from me. But the muzzle in front of my face followed.

Once I noticed the muzzle was following me, I lifted my right hand hand to poke it, so I can see if it was real. But when I lifted my hand, I heard a whirring sound, before I saw that my arm looked highly different... and familiar.

What I saw WASN'T the usual human arm, but rather one that would terrify me. I saw that it was brown, looked more like an arm of an animatronic. The arm was nearly covered in boils. For my hand, at the end of each finger and my thumb, were very long fingernails.

Jeez. All I did was react to a bear-muzzle on my face, and already I'm learning more about what happened to my body.

Seeing the arm brought me into further suspicions of who I was. I brought my hand up and touched my muzzle (without poking my eyes) like I intended to. The muzzle felt all too real. I tried to look down, but it was hard to see past that stupid muzzle.

I closed my hand the best I could and lifted up a finger. I had to test a couple things.

I lifted up my finger and felt my closed mouth. Instead of lips, I felt lots of sharp teeth. Some of them felt jagged and were jutting out. I felt no cheeks either. I only felt teeth, proving to me that my mouth is bigger that it used to be.

I then opened my mouth and put my fingernail in my mouth. Moving the fingernail around a little, I felt another row of teeth. I didn''t feel a tongue. Finally, I reached my throat, and felt some more teeth, along with the small hole that made up my throat.

I didn't gag once. And everything I felt in my mouth felt like it was a part of me.

I lowered my arm and began my next test. Hand still closed and finger still lifted, and went to poke my abdomen.

When my fingernail felt contact with my abdomen, it was a lot deeper than usual. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was my back I touched. No skin, muscle, organs, nothing. Just the inside of my back.

I brought my fingernail out of my abdomen and started feeling my head for final confirmation on who I was.

I felt two round ears, a top hat, and on the right side of my head, a ton more boils.

I didn't need to pull any part of my suit off. Whatever I felt on my body, it felt like it was a part of me.

It's official... I'm Twisted Freddy... that's just great...

Now that I know what happened to my body, it was time to divert my attention to where I was.

Now, I was already aware I wasn't home when I opened my eyes. But I was too focused on figuring out what happened to my body to even look aroud.

The location I was in seemed odd... yet familiar. There was a whole bunch of trees, vines, and weird plants. The strangest thing about this forest, was that it was oddly cartoony.

I've only seen one forest on TV that looked like this.

"The Everfree Forest?"

Well... my voice really IS different as well. What does it sound like? Remember Nightmare Freddy's voice from Ultimate Custom Night? Yeah. THAT'S what it sounds like. Only it was slightly deeper.

Honestly, I've kinda expected a scarier voice than that.

Suddenly, my attention was caught at the sound of rustling leaves.

Author's Note

This is a very... unique concept. I'm a little more iffy on how this goes than the other stories.

Anyone willing out to point out errors? Help me edit? Comment below if you are interested.

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Chapter 1: The Hater

I honestly wasn't sure what to do. I would try to run away, but the fact that I'm now a robot, increases the noises my body makes.

So I did the only thing that made the least amount of noise possible.

I lifted my arm and closed my fists, ready to fight.

Yeah, I know. It's stupid. But I'm a twisted animatronic now. I have the upper hand after all.

The cracking of sticks became louder as the creature got closer, and I couldn't help but hear a slight whirring sound coming from the bushes.

Sounds that would come from me when I move.

"Dang bushes..." a voice said. "If I was more human, these stupid sticks wouldn't get stuck in my body..."

It sounded like it was from the creature in the bushes. Not only that, but it sounded like Nightmare from Ultimate Custom Night.

Suddenly, a large familiar creature walked out of the bushes with ease. The branches broke with a loud CRACK and fell to the ground.

He was a giant bear. An animatronic one. He had a golden hat and tie. He seemed chubby, his eyes were red, and there was a lot of sharp teeth in his mouth AND stomach. He had claws that, while shorter than mine, were still incredibly sharp. He was black, but also a little see-through. He had a few twigs stuck in his suit.

Despite the twigs in the suit, I knew who this animatronic was: It was Nightmare.

As soon as he got out of the bushes, he saw me. He lowered one of his eyelids and tilted his head slightly.

"Who the hell are you?"

Now, I wasn't sure if it was really Nightmare, or just another human possessing Nightmare. The latter was more likely, but I had to be sure.

"I should ask you the same thing..." I said, slightly lowering my fists.

"No, how about YOU tell me first?"

Wow. This guy is stubborn. Time for plan B.

"Human name, or animatronic name?" I asked.

"Oh thank god!" Nightmare said. "Another human possessing one of those STUPID FNaF characters."

I lowered my fists all the way. For some odd reason.

"You hate FNaF?" I asked.

"Well, DUH!!!" he said. "It's probably one of the most RETARDED things I have EVER seen!"

"Well, I don't MIND FNaF. Sure, it used to scare me. But now, I am a hardcore fan."

"Oh, so that makes you retarded."

I had to resist ripping his head off with my bare hands. Sure, it would be overreacting. But you have to admit: Calling someone retarded just because they LIKE something is kinda unfair.

I managed to keep my composure.

"I'm not RETARDED!" I retorted. "I'm just saying I like it. What's wrong with liking something?"

"It's dead."

"Then why are there still games being made?"

"Money."

"Dude. The creator LITERALLY donates his money! Learn your facts!"

"Whatever..."

I decided to change the subject.

"Look, I may like FNaF. You may hate it. But listen... before we continue arguing, I should probably ask you: do you know where we are?"

"No. What about you?"

"Have you ever heard of My Little Pony?"

"Yeah. Gayest and dumbest thing ever."

"What? My Little Pony is a good show."

"Oh, so you're one of those guys that like the show?"

"Yes."

"Then that makes you gay."

"I AM NOT-"

I stopped myself and took a deep breath (despite the fact that I don't breathe), before I calmed down.

"Ok. I like My Little Pony. You hate it," I said. "Since I like it, I know where we are. We are in the My Little Pony world, also known as Equestria."

"Ok. Ok..." Nightmare said taking in the information. "So let me get this straight... I've not ONLY been transformed into a character from a retarded game. But NOW I am also trapped in the world of one of the gayest shows ever."

"Pretty much."

"Oh, and I bet you are just SQUEALING with glee."

"Kinda. While I'm happy to be in Equestria as Twisted Freddy, I know for a fact that I have to get home sometime. So here's what I'm gonna do: first, I try to befriend the ponies. THEN, we work with the ponies to find a way to bring us back home. You may hate MLP and FNaF, but if you want to go home and resume living your life, I suggest you come with me."

Nightmare stared at me. He looked hesitant. A hater like him would probably rather die that explore this world any further.

"Fine..." he said. "But this doesn't mean I want to be friends with you. I still find you retarded and I still find you gay."

"Please stop calling me that. My name is Leo."

"Whatever..."

"Would you at least tell me YOUR name?"

Nightmare growled. "It's Jack. Satisfied?"

"Yeah. But Nightmare sounds cooler."

"I would rather be called Jack then Nightmare. Since Nightmare is the name of this stupid robot."

"While I find the reason to be called Jack unfair, I would prefer to stick with my name too. Twisted Freddy is a cool name but... but... hmmm... actually, I have no reason to keep my real name. But I'm keeping it anyway."

"Just... stop talking. The quicker we leave, the quicker I can go home."

"Not with that attitude."

"JUST GO!!!"

Wow. This guy has a bad attitude. Honestly, he should be lucky I am even helping him.

"OK, OK. Jeez..." I said, before turning.

I scanned for the best path to go through. It was hard. I couldn't find any signs of a town anywhere.

"You don't know where to go, do you?" said Jack.

"Look, how about we go in a random direction and see what happens?" I replied.

"As long as I get out of here."

I pointed to a random direction.

"Ok, how about this way?" I said.

"If you insist..." said Jack.

And with that, we went off into the chosen direction.

I just hope Jack doesn't hate ponies to the point where he kills them...

But then again, I have longer claws and more teeth.

We'll just see...

Author's Note

Another chapter.

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Chapter 2: Manticore in the Forest

The twigs snapped under our feet as our trek through the forest continued. Luckily, there were a bunch of wide, well-used paths. But every so often, we would come across a thin path that we had no choice but to go through. And everytime we came across one, Jack would complain about how we don't fit, and the large chance of twigs getting stuck in our suits and mechanisms. I, of course, attempted to get him to listen. And always, he would reluctantly give in. But he always did have a point: it took a little while to get through the thin paths. And there would always be a few twigs lodged in our suits.

"Do you even know where you're going?" grumbled Jack as we both walked out of our fifth thin path. "I'm sick of these paths."

"Well, when we are trapped in a forest as robots with no means of direction whatsoever, we technically have no say on the matter. Either we get out of here, or stay in here and rust at some point in time."

All Jack did in response was mumble something in vulgar language. I rolled my eyes.

And then I turned a corner.

And I stopped.

"Dude, why are you-" was all Jack could say before he walked to a spot where he could see over my shoulder. Then he stopped too. Not just because I was in the way.

But rather, there was a sleeping manticore smack dab in the middle of a small field in the forest. And the creature was surrounded by sticks and branches.

"I would ask how this is possible," Jack whispered, the whirring in his voice dulled down. "But honestly, the fact I am in this situation lowers my surprise."

"Ok, listen very carefully," I said as quietly as I could. "We cannot move because there is a good chance the manticore will wake. Not only because of the noise we make, but because of all those sticks and twigs."

"What are you thinking of doing, dumbass?" hissed Jack.

"I'm gonna wake that thing and scare it."

"Dude! Are you dead in the head? We may be scary-looking, but those fictional animals could be unpredictable! No thanks. I'm turning around."

But as soon as Jack took a step back, I could hear the sound of his whirring.

Because then the manticore snorted.

"Dude!" I whispered loudly. "Quit it! You're gonna wake him."

"Well I don't see a way out of this," Jack snorted. "We stay here, then the beast wakes up and kills us. We leave, we make noise, the beast wakes up, and kills us."

"Not unless we go with my idea!" I retorted. "Besides, wouldn't some jerk like you say it was my fault for getting us in this mess?"

Jack opened his mouth. Then he closed it. Then he opened it again.

"Actually, you're right. Go ahead. The thing probably won't kill you anyway unless it goes for the head," he scoffed.

"And if it doesn't, I can just snap my fingers and end half of the universe!"

"Are we really gonna make any Infinity War puns?"

I turned around and faced him.

"Maybe," I replied. "I take an opportunity when I get one."

"Well I think you should make as much more as you can," Jack snarked.

"Why is that?"

"Because you made the dumb move to turn around and now the manticore is getting up."

"I'm not sure if I should believe you..."

"Just turn around, dumbass!"

"Would you-"

I was suddenly cut off with the sound of deep yawning. Slowly, I turned around.

The manticore was fully on its paws, eyes dreary and facing our way.

The creature shook its head. When it was done, the eyes were wide open.

We froze, completely still.

The manticore then reared its rump up in the air and began making it's way toward us.

Huh... I kinda hoped it would immediately get scared... I thought as Jack and I backed away.

No words were spoken as Jack and I backed away from the snarling creature. But only for a few seconds.

"It's now or never!" I suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

I stopped backing up.

And then I roared.

It was loud, menacing, and definitely scary enough to give a kid nightmares.

But it seemed to work.

Because right then and there, the manticore stood up, its face a mixture of shock and fear.

And then it ran. Yelping all the way.

Jack and I stood still for a moment.

"Huh... it actually worked," Jack muttered.

I turned around again.

"NOW will you agree with my plans?" I asked.

"Don't get cocky," Jack snapped. "Though… I guess I can consider your options from now on..."

I shrugged.

"Close enough," I replied.

I turned back to the direction where the manticore had been sleeping.

"Well... the path is clear. We should get going."

I began making my way. It only took a few seconds for me to hear Jack's footsteps behind me.

At sunset

At this point, neither of us had the confidence that we would make it by the end of the day. We kept on walking. We kept on getting twigs jammed in our suits. And Jack kept on complaining.

But by sunset, we finally found something (that wasn't likely to kill us).

"Hey, I see something," I said.

"Please tell me it's not another weird, mythical animal," Jack whined.

"No. Something that looks like a structure. Though it doesn't look like Zecora's hut..." I trailed off.

"Who the hell is Zecora?"

"I'll explain later. Let's just make our way. It doesn't look like there is anything that could block us off."

And so we began to change course for the odd structure. Luckily, there were no thin paths.

When we were finally at the building, it was definitely obvious that Zecora doesn't live here. It kinda looked like Jason Voorhees' shack. Only bigger, rounder at the top, and covered in more tarps. It was so big, the doorway looked big enough for us to enter.

"I'm getting weird vibes from this..." Jack muttered.

"WHO GOES THERE?" a female voice erupted. It oddly sounded robotic. Like us.

"Y-you can hear us?" I questioned.

"I see you outside!" the voice snarled. "You can't see me, but I can see you! Now shoo!"

"Wait!" I held out my hands. "We mean no harm. We are just looking for directions."

Silence.

"Well why didn't you just say so?" she said, her voice suddenly all cherry. Come on in!"

I looked behind me and saw Jack. He shrugged.

"Just go for it," he said. "Don't blame me if we get killed."

I looked back at the shack.

And then I opened the door.

I saw a bit of dust rain down from the frame. But I didn't care one bit. Slowly, I made my way inside but froze.

Jack wasn't pleased.

"Seriously? Again?" he groaned. "Do you always stop when you see something?"

"Oh..." I muttered. "Sorry!"

I entered the building and stepped a bit further and Jack stepped in a bit more.

And then he froze too.

The inside of the shack was nothing but a large room.

And standing in front of the walls were multiple animatronics. Nightmare and Twisted.

As I looked around, I noticed three were missing.

Twisted Freddy, Nightmare, and Twisted Chica.

Jack only had one thing to say before he was cut off.

"What the f-"

"WELCOME!!!!"

Author's Note

I'm sorry for the long break. And I'm sorry to say that there will be another one. But this story will never get canceled. Trust me.

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Chapter 3: The Shack

"YIPE!!!"

Jack and I jumped and turned around in shock at the sudden voice. What stood before us was an animatronic, a female chicked. Her beak was filled with sharp teeth, along with the gaping hole in her stomace. Gaps in her arms also have teeth, and a familiar pink cupcake was fused to her face, along with a yellow cupcake fused to her stomach. Chunks of her suit were expanded in yellow boils.

As the average FNaF fan, I knew who this was. Twisted Chica.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," she apologized. "I... don't get many visitors."

"I oughta-" Jack hissed before I cut him off.

"It's fine!" I piped. "We didn't see you coming. It's our fault. How long have you been... living here?"

"Weeks!" Twisted Chica chirped. "I was brought here just like you! Ripped from my home and sent here! I have long forgotten my name, I took the name 'Twisted Chica' instead."

"How do you-" Jack began.

"Do you remember your human names?" Twisted Chica asked, cutting him off .

"It's Jack!" Jack huffed.

"And I'm... Leo," I introduced.

"Splendid names!" Twisted Chica clapped. "Come! We must eat!" She turned to leave the shack.

"E-eat?" Jack stuttered. He stared at me, bewildered. "How can we eat? We're freakin' robots!"

I just shrugged. "Best to just go along," I suggested. "Poor soul has been here longer than us! For all we know, she lives here because she never found her way through the forest!"

Immediately after, Twisted Chica returned, dragging a bag that was filled with sopping blood at the bottom.

She looked at us. Despite the fact that we can't smile, the glistening light of her teeth made it feel like she had an uneasy smile.

"Hungry?" she said before lifting the rim of the bag, exposing multiple carcasses of small animals. Bunnies. Mice. Even some wild cats.

"What the fu-" Jack muttered.

"I know, it's weird," admitted Chica. "Considering we're robots. But I've been here for so long, this just feels like routine."

"No thanks, we just ate," I lied.

Twisted Chica sighed.

"I know you're lying," she whimpered. "But I get it! You just haven't lived here as long as I have. If it helps, I can give you directions to Ponyville."

"You know where it is?" I queried.

"Yes," Chica replied. "I just chose to live here because... I liked the wild life. It's the only place where I feel free. Where I used to live, there were always restraints in my life. What to do and things like that. But once I got out, I felt free."

"Oh, so you lived in a snooty home full of bitches?" Jack chuckled.

"In a way, yes," Twisted Chica replied.

"But there's more to her than a forest," I said. "Don't you feel lonely? Out there, there are many who could become our friends. That is, if they get past the way we look. Tell you what... you help us get to town, and we help you feel free, yet social. You'll be your own... woman... but you’ll be around a place full of social folks. You won't have to kill animals to eat! Come to think of it, we don't even need to eat!"

"I like chewing, and oddly, I feel flavor," Chica responded. "As for your idea... I guess I could give it a try. I'll just need to gather my things that I keep... outside. Be right back."

Again, Twisted Chica turned and left.

When she left the doorway, I felt a hand swat the back of my head.

"You dolt!" Jack hissed. "You're bringing that freakshow?"

"She's isolated, ok?" I rebutted. "We need to get her back on her feet. She's like us! Human-turned-robots stand together!"

Jack turned away, scoffing. "Whatever..."

"I wonder what's taking her so long..." I muttered.

I exited the doorway and peeked around the corner of the shack. I saw Twisted Chica, mumbling to herself while holding something.

Slowly, I brought my foot back. But apparently, robots like her have a good sense of hearing. Because the crinkling of the rocky ground caused her head to shoot up. She bent down and appeared to be putting that object back into a bag. She stood fully up and turned to me.

I suddenly started getting a funny feeling. Not because of her attitude. But because of the fact that her eyes were no longer purple, but instead, turquoise.

I lowered an eyelid in confusion.

"Um..." I began. "What's up with your-"

"My what?" Twisted Chica squeaked, her eyes turning normal.

"N-never mind..." I muttered. "Sorry, you seemed busy."

And I turned and reentered the building. I saw Jack, eyeing the other animatronic bodies like a museum exhibit.

"Do you think she did this?" Jack asked.

"What makes you think that?" I replied, slightly tilting my head to the best of my ability.

"Well for one, she creeps me out," Jack answered. "And for two, she had all these animatronic bodies. She could’ve dragged these bodies out and suck our spirits into them."

"Well, I feel like I trust her. For some reason," I said. "She has these bodies here to feel company. She seems genuine. And she is in the same situation as us. And I did see her eyes change, but maybe turquoise is her average eye color."

"Her eyes changed?" Jack questioned. "But our eyes are the same."

"Look, I don't know," I threw my hands in the air. "How about this... if she tries something, you and I will work together, and destroy her."

Jack put his arm on my shoulder. "Now you're speaking my language," he whispered.

"You ready to go?" Twisted Chica said suddenly. She was standing in the doorway, earning our attention.

Jack and I looked at each other. Then back at Chica.

I gave her our answer.

"Yes. We're ready."

Author's Note

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Chapter 4: Another Trek in the Forest

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