A/N: A bit controversial, but it leads to character progression, everyone, and everything can make a mistake.
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Eraserhead's Perspective
The city's skyline was just a silhouette against the rising sun, and the streets below buzzed with the usual weekday chaos. But for Eraserhead, the day was anything but ordinary.
He'd spent weeks tracking the so-called *Nightmare Vigilante*—or *Nightmare Bonnie*, as some had started calling him—and today, he finally had a lead. The kid had shown up again, this time in a school, not far from downtown. The intel was vague: a group of criminals had taken hostages inside, faculty and students caught in a tense standoff.
The only thing they knew for sure was that the Nightmare Vigilante was there. And Eraserhead was on his way.
His scarf was wrapped tight around his neck, and his eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the streets as he made his way to the building. He couldn't let this continue. The vigilante's methods—however effective—were reckless, and he couldn't allow the kid to become something worse than the villains they fought.
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The tension inside the school was thick. Hostages were gathered in the office, locked down by a group of armed men. The bombers had rigged explosives, one in the main office and others scattered around the building. Eraserhead had arrived just in time to see the Nightmare Vigilante—Nightmare Bonnie—emerging from the shadows.
Lucas stood there, his terrifying form towering over the room, glowing red eyes scanning the criminals as he began to move toward them with a slow, deliberate step. The criminals hesitated. They'd heard of him—the stories of the nightmare that haunted the streets—but seeing him in person was something entirely different.
Eraserhead's instincts flared. He had to stop this before it got worse. He couldn't let the kid go wild again.
Eraserhead sprang into action, rushing toward Lucas. "Enough!" he barked, his voice commanding. "Stop this now!"
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Lucas's head snapped toward Eraserhead. For a brief moment, there was recognition in his eyes—a glimmer of a person trapped inside the monster. But the moment quickly passed. Nightmare Bonnie's form was relentless. The terror-inducing animatronic's face twisted into a grimace, and the claws extended, ready for action.
Eraserhead tried to close the distance. "I'm not going to let you hurt anyone!"
But Lucas, or rather, the manifestation inside him, wasn't listening. Nightmare Bonnie lunged, knocking aside a few of the criminals with a powerful swipe, sending them crashing against the walls. Eraserhead barely dodged the attack, his feet sliding across the floor as he was forced to retreat.
"Kid, get control!" Eraserhead shouted, trying to stabilize the situation. But Lucas wasn't responding. The boy was too far gone into his transformation.
In desperation, Eraserhead reached for his scarf. He had no choice. He needed to stop this.
As he wrapped it around the limbs of the Nightmare Bonnie form, he briefly caught sight of the bombers behind him—two of them were securing the final bomb in the office. In that split second, Eraserhead realized the worst-case scenario was playing out.
"NO!" Eraserhead yelled, his scarf whipping through the air, but it was too late. The bomb went off, an explosion rattling the entire building.
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The force of the blast sent shockwaves through the school. Walls crumbled. Windows shattered. The sound was deafening. Eraserhead staggered back from the explosion, his eyes desperately scanning for survivors.
Lucas—Nightmare Bonnie—had been thrown back from the blast, his form flickering as the damage to the building caused his physical structure to falter. But he had managed to get several hostages to safety. Still, there was no escaping the fact that the explosion had taken a few lives, and the damage was far worse than it could have been.
Eraserhead's chest tightened. The kid had almost had it under control. But then... then Eraserhead had interfered.
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The smoke from the explosion still filled the hallways, and the air was thick with the scent of burning debris. Eraserhead approached Lucas, who had reverted to his human form—pale, sweaty, his eyes wide and panicked. The anger on Eraserhead's face was unmistakable.
"You screwed up," Eraserhead spat, his voice low but full of fury. "You *had* them, and you let them set up the bomb. You *let* it happen."
Lucas's face twisted with guilt. "I was getting them out. I had them in my grasp—just a few more seconds. But you—"
"I was trying to stop you from going too far!" Eraserhead interrupted, his fists clenching. "This could have been prevented!"
Lucas's eyes narrowed, and his voice grew low and defiant. "You could've stayed out of it for a few seconds longer. You should've let me finish it. I had control."
Eraserhead's anger flared, and he stepped forward, his hand coming up to grab Lucas by the collar. But in the heat of the moment, Lucas's eyes glowed red once again, and his body shifted, transforming into *Nightmare Foxy*—leaner, faster, and far more dangerous.
The animatronic's metallic feet clanged on the floor as Lucas spun and dashed out of the building with a speed that left Eraserhead no chance to catch him.
"Get back here!" Eraserhead shouted, but Lucas was already gone, weaving through the debris and out into the city streets.
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Eraserhead was left standing amidst the wreckage, his mind racing. He had been so close to stopping Lucas—close to containing the chaos that had erupted. But now... now he was chasing shadows.
With a frustrated sigh, Eraserhead bolted after him, but *Nightmare Foxy* was quick, darting through alleys and jumping over obstacles, moving at speeds Eraserhead couldn't match.
"You can't run forever!" Eraserhead shouted as he tried to close the gap, but it was futile. Lucas had vanished into the night, leaving only the sound of his mechanical footsteps behind.
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As Eraserhead returned to UA later that night, his mind was clouded with doubt and frustration. The building had been damaged. People had been injured. Some—he feared—might not survive. And it was all because of him.
Inside the principal's office, Nezu was waiting, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air was thick.
"What happened?" Nezu asked, his voice calm but heavy with the weight of expectation.
Eraserhead stood at attention, shoulders slumped, the exhaustion evident on his face. "It was my fault. I... I should've waited. I tried to stop him, but I only made it worse. I had him contained... but the bomb went off, and I let it happen."
Nezu sighed, rubbing his temple. "You're saying you could have prevented the explosion?"
"I... I could have kept him under control for a few more seconds. If I hadn't interfered, maybe he could have stopped the bombers himself."
Nezu's eyes softened, but only slightly. "You did what you thought was right, Eraserhead. And you acted with good intentions. But the outcome... it could have been different."
Eraserhead nodded grimly. "I'll take full responsibility for what happened."
Nezu paused, his eyes narrowing. "This won't be the last time the Nightmare Vigilante is a problem. We'll need to reconsider our approach. But for now... report back when you've got him. We need to contain him before he destroys everything."
Eraserhead left the office, his heart heavy. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. And in some dark corner of his mind, he knew that if he had just given Lucas a few more seconds, things could have gone very differently.