1997's the year. It had been exactly one decade after the closure of the "New & Improved" Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. The Toy models, designed to replace the older models, were declared a loss and were thrown out whilst their predecessors returned to stardom at a new location.

Ironic, isn't it?

It's also rather unfortunate. Those were some very good robots, good pieces of technology. It would've been quite a waste if they were, say, melted down or something of the sort. Luckily for them, they were simply allotted a nice, warm place... smack-dab in the middle of a junkyard. They sat there, cycling in and out of storage for the next ten years, just waiting for one of two things to happen – one being for someone to simply put the long deactivated bots out of their misery, or...

To heck with that.

That was where ol' Scott C. came in. He practically jumped on the opportunity to buy up the four animatronics that were a part of his childhood, the bots who were so unfairly subjected to such an unfortunate fate. He bought them up, spruced them up, and now they reside in his home.

Even the Mangle, now Toy Foxy, got her share of long-needed repairs!

And now, on a late night in the late nineties, our story begins.


Chica slowly traversed the halls of the house. Her joints and plastic feet made their quiet, mechanical sounds as she walked. You see, Chica was carrying something. It was a grey, heavy, rectangular thing. She stared forward with a concentrated, determined expression as she walked. One thing was for certain.

Chica was on a mission.

With a fluid motion, she turned a corner, heading towards the living room. In the weeks they had spent living in this house, the room's role has come to be that similar to the 'Party Rooms', or perhaps the Stage at their old pizzeria. That room was the place where all the action occurred. It was the place where the bots usually congregated.

And soon, it would be the place where something magical will happen.

As Chica entered the room, she looked around, smiling to herself as she saw that the other three animatronics were already there. Foxy and Bonnie were playing patty-cake on the couch while Freddy was passing time by looking through his hat. Chica calmly made her way to the center of the room, not wanting to be explicitly noticed quite yet. She kept her boxy item behind her back as she went, before stopping and turning. She faced the other three, staring at them for a quick moment. Finally, she placed her item on the ground beside her, before...

Flick

"Spontaneous Congaaaa!", Chica suddenly exclaimed, putting her hands toward the ceiling.. As the radio that she put down began to play some upbeat, Mexican music, she grabbed the nearest Toy and engaged in full-on, unadulterated...

Conga.

"Wh-Whoa, heheh!", Freddy shouted as he was suddenly pulled into this dance. "What's the occasion, Chica?"

"Friday, Freddy! Friday's the occasion!", Chica replied as she danced with the bear. "And when's a better time to party than now?", she asked as she coaxed Freddy along.

"Well, sounds good enough to me!", the bear replied. He hadn't experienced a good party in quite a while, so this was a much-welcomed changed of pace!

"Oooh!", Chica uttered as she felt two blue hands rest on her shoulders. She turned slightly, looking to see who had joined her.

"Can a friend 'n I join?", Bonnie asked cheerfully. Foxy would also reveal herself from behind the rabbit, grinning.

"Well, of course!", Chica replied. She turned, momentarily breaking the conga-line as she put her hands under her bib. "See this bib?", she asked. "It says 'Let's Party'! Soooooo!..."

"Let's Party!", she exclaimed with stars in her eyes, spinning on her heels.


Scott yawned, checking his rearview mirror as he reversed out of a parking space at his place of employment. He almost found himself grumbling in frustration as he drove out of the parking lot and drove down the street. A few weeks ago, he was absolutely fine with working overtime. It earned him some extra cash, and it wasn't as if he had many friends. However, nowadays, all it did was keep him from the four for which he cared so deeply. As he turned on his SUV's radio, he glanced at the clock.

8:30 PM.

Almost instantly, he felt a little better. He still had time. In fact, he had hours before it was time to carry out his plan.

Scott grinned. Oh, yes, his plan! He had a feeling that the Toys would absolutely love what he had in mind for tonight! For the entire week, he kept it mostly secret. He dropped a few hints here and there, but he wasn't sure if the bots picked up on it at all.

Scott slowed down as he reached a certain stretch of road. He looked to his right as he passed a rather dilapidated building, a wry smile coming to his face.

He really hoped that the bots would like what he had in store...

A few minutes later, Scott parked in the driveway of his house. As he got out of his vehicle, and made sure that the doors were locked, he couldn't help but hear the soft thumping of... bass through the walls of his house. Curious, Scott jogged up to the front door and put his ear to it.

He heard trumpets and drums, horns and maracas...

What was going on in there?

Scott quickly retrieved his keys and unlocked the front door, opening it and stepping inside.

"What the?...", he quietly asked himself.

Before him, in the living room, all four of the bots were dancing in a line, oblivious to the man in the doorway.

Scott had never seen a robot dance before now, much less four at once. He always figured that, if the Toys were to ever dance, they'd do something like, well...

The Robot.

Not a full-on conga-line! With music! They seemed really into it too!

"Ho-hoooo! Congaaaa!"

"I'm dancin', haha, I'm dancin'!"

"I used to do this all the time! I could do this for money! I don't, but I could!"

"I looove the congaaaaa!"

Scott leaned on the doorway and crossed his arms, absolutely engrossed. This was one of those things that you watch, and try your hardest not to disturb. This is something he envisioned when he first bought the Toys. This... was beautiful.

As they continued to dance in a circle, Freddy, the one in front, would soon notice Scott. Surprised, he suddenly halted his dancing, lurching forward as the other three ran into the back of him.

"H-Hey, what's the big idea?!", Chica asked as she collected herself. "...O-Oh, hi, Scott!", she then said, finally noticing the man.

"Heeey, Scott!", Bonnie exclaimed, waving. "We were just having the best conga line of our lives!"

"I noticed!", Scott replied as he fully walked inside, closing the door behind him. "It definitely seemed fun!"

"Sure was!"

"Say...", Chica began, putting a finger to her chin. "What took you so long to get home, anyway?"

"Chica's right!", Freddy agreed, tilting his head. "You're usually back by now!"

"Well, my boss asked me to stay late," Scott admitted with a small shrug. "I didn't really want to, but... eh. I guess the pay's good, but..."

Scott watched as the four looked at him, their expressions that of slight confusion.

"...W-Well, anyway, I've been wanting to tell you guys something! I've been holding this back all week, a-and... I think you need to sit down for this," he said, walking toward the couch. The Toys exchanged looks before following. Once they were all seated, he put his hands together.

"So, all week, I've been thinking about something...", he began, standing before the four. "You all know how I tend to, y'know, grab stuff from the old restaurant, right?"

Scott didn't wait for a response before continuing.

"Well, I've been thinking... For the past two weeks you've all been living in here, and... And excluding that time we went to the fair, you haven't really gone anywhere interesting. So, what if, tonight, we head toooo... Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria?!", Scott offered, grinning. The response was immediate and quite uproarious.

"Wow!"

"Really?!"

"Cool!"

"Oooh!"

These were the four words that were exclaimed. As expected, they stood up in shock at what Scott had to say. The four exchanged looks, silently mouthed things to each other, and otherwise expressed their pure wonder.

"A-Are you... serious, Scott?", Freddy soon asked, being the first to speak up. He put his hands to his snout as Scott nodded.

"Well, yes, yes I am!" he said proudly. "I figured that having you guys all cooped up in here wasn't doing you any good, sooooo...", he explained, trailing off for dramatic effect. "I figured that we'd head somewhere special tonight! It is Friday, after all!"

"...Plus, it's not like I had any other plans for tonight...", he quietly added, looking away.

Returning his gaze to the Toys, he saw that they were once again rendered speechless. He put his hands together in a hopeful manner, his confidence beginning to falter as he received no response.

"Th-Though, of course, if you'd rather not, we cou-"

Scott froze his speech as Freddy suddenly moved forward, grabbing the man's hands.

"Scott", Freddy began quietly, "That sounds like a... positively brilliant idea!", he exclaimed, grinning widely. "I don't know why any of us haven't thought of it sooner! That sounds fantastic!"

"Yeah!", Bonnie added, hopping in place. Like Freddy, he was absolutely ecstatic! "That sounds awesome! What'll we do there, what'll we do there?!"

"Anything you want!", Scott replied. "Last time I checked, the power still worked in that place! So, assuming none of the electronics've gone out from disuse, we can do anything we wish!", he added. Considering how long the Toys have lasted without needing any major repairs, for the most part, he felt that the odds were in their favor. "Maybe the band can come back together!", he then suggested, eyeing Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica in particular.

"Oh yeah, the band!", Chica exclaimed. "I'd really love that!", she said.

"Oh, yes!", Freddy concurred.

As the three band members began to chat amongst themselves, Scott turned his attention to Foxy.

"Oh, Scott...", she began, unable to shake her grin. "You shouldn't have, hehehe!"

"Oh, please...", Scott said modestly with the flick of his wrist. "It's the least I could do! Besides, how long has it been since you've last entered your Cove with your own two feet, huh?", he asked, gesturing toward the animatronic's legs. Foxy giggled.

"Quite a while, I'd say!", she replied.

"Exactly!"

Scott felt a warmth in his heart as he saw Foxy rub her cheeks, giggling incessantly as she wiggled in her seat. Soon, she'd look at Scott with a sly, uncharacteristically devious look on her face.

"Oh come here, youuuu!", she exclaimed, getting up and grabbing Scott by the fabric of his shirt. She pulled him into a tight, warm hug, resting her snout on his shoulder. This triggered the other bots into joining their friend.

"Yeah, group hug! Again!", Bonnie exclaimed. This lasted for a small while until, finally, they let go. Scott stumbled a bit, catching his breath. Like always, the Toys hug really tightly.

"Haha, well... I'm glad you're all excited!", Scott said, dusting himself off.

"Oh we are, we are!", Bonnie confirmed, nodding.

"But now comes the big question: When're we going?", Freddy asked.

"Can we go now?", Chica made sure to ask.

"Well, as much as it pains me... No," Scott admitted.

"W-Why ever not?", Foxy asked, putting a hand to her mouth.

"Because!", Scott began. "It's a little after 8:30, and you guys usually shut down at around 10. If we go now, we'd only spend less than an hour and a half there before you all deactivate! So, to bypass that, I figured that we'd set off after you all turn back on at midnight. I wish I could disable that bit of your programming, but I have no idea how...", he explained. The bots shuffled a bit, realizing that that was true...

"Well... That's fine!", Bonnie said. "As long as we're going!"

"Yeah!", the other three agreed.

"Besides, it'd give us time to pick up where we left off!", Chica said, walking over to her radio and setting it on the table.

"Everybody ready?" she asked.

Scott offered no protest as Freddy put his hands on his shoulders. Looking back at the bear, rabbit, and fox behind him, he knew exactly what this meant.

Chica, meanwhile, grinned from her spot near the radio.

"3, 2, 1, conga!"


A/N: Whoo! Finally, the sequel! I know a lot of you wanted this, soooo...

Here it is!

I think/hope you'll all love this one. After only glossing over it in the first story which you should read, or somethingormaybenotifyoudon'twanttoI'mnotacop, we're heading to a location that's very near and dear to our robotic friends' nonexistent hearts!

...Also, I've been wanting to make a statement on something that I find myself doing a lot of.

Retconning.

Y'know, retconning. Retroactive continuity. Silly thing it is. However, it seems that I do it a lot with my fics. It's like, as I'm writing/proofreading it, I go "Hey, this'll be a cool plot-point that I'll return to in the future hohohohohoho!"

...And then never actually do that.

In fact, I go back to what I wrote a few days down the line and wonder precisely what I was thinking when initially writing it! Something that ends up sounding "emotional" or moving ends up looking really... clumsy, I guess.

Or maybe even... "edgy." *shivers*

A huge example would be Chapter 8-9 of A New Start before I rewrote them coughcoughAHEM.

Anyway, just wanted to throw that out there. If you see something I wrote about in some chapter or one-shot/arc that ends up being removed/replaced, then that's what happened. Hope I didn't bore you with this ridiculously long Note, and I hope you enjoy the prologue!

Until next tiiime!

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