Disclaimer: I do not own Five night's at Freddy's or any of it's characters. This story is my own theories on the story not the actual story it's self. Thanks for reading!
Lights shone hot and bright on an empty stage. A camera hung precariously from the ceiling like it was going to fall any minute but it never did. It seemed they liked being watched and they also liked it when you didn't watch, it made their job easier. I wiped my brow it was two am and I had already slammed the door on the bunny's nose and then again on the chicken. I checked the cameras once again and my heart nearly skipped a beat, Foxy wasn't at pirate cove! I quickly slammed the door shut and only seconds later pounding sounds reached my ears. Then receding feet. I breathed a sigh of relief but it was too soon, a shadow loomed behind me and suddenly I couldn't breathe hands wrapped around my neck and then teeth tearing...I was dead.
Freddy spat out a chunk of flesh and his vision cleared, there was another dead guard at his feet, what had he done? He backed away blood dripping from his paws, and his top hat askew on his head. Everything about this seemed, wrong. Yet at the same time it felt good. What was this about? Why was he a killer? A hand rested on his shoulder and he whipped around but it was only Bonnie. The purple bunny's red eyes had a sad look to them.
"What are we…? Bonnie whispered and Freddy shook his head, he had no idea.
Chica was busy in the kitchen. She laughed at the sparking camera hanging from the ceiling. The guard couldn't see her and now she could really get to work. Something about the kitchen calmed her, the scent of pizza and cake, the ingredients under her feathered hands. It wasn't natural she knew that, nothing about this was. She was a freaking metal chicken after all and she had a brain. Or at least she was a sentient robot. However sometimes it felt like her own mind was being corrupted, like when she killed. That poor guard, the only female, like Chica, and she had killed her. That hadn't been her idea Chica thought, something else had made her kill that woman...something familiar yet a stranger.
Foxy hated noise, lights, happiness and children in general. It wasn't his fault they programmed him to be a grumpy pirate fox. It was in his nature to be gruff and uncaring, maybe that's why he didn't have any regrets about what happened in 1987. That kid got too close he thought shrugging his shoulders metal squeaking as he did so. He growled patting his fur, his beautiful fur what had happened to it? His hook gleamed in the dim light of the cove and he blinked peeking out from the curtain towards the lone camera. He thought about the guard in that little room, poor chap must be scared out of his mind. He thought stepping out of the curtain, the lights nearly blinding him as dim as they were. He wondered where the others were, Freddy at least would be on the stage, Chica in the kitchen and Bonnie just wandering. When Foxy asked the bunny what he was looking for the purple bunny had snapped at him. Foxy had snapped back his impressively sharp teeth catching the bunny's right ear. Foxy shook his head the memory disappearing as rapidly as it came. Replacing it was a feeling of discomfort and anger, hot and fast coursing through him like venom. Foxy wasn't a stranger to anger, he felt it more often than the others did, but this was different. It controlled him. Barking he ran down the hallways at a fast pace heading straight for the guards door. It closed just as he was turning and he slammed into it full force. He banged on it and the anger faded. He ran back to the cove wondering what was wrong with him, to make him so angry.
A haunting laugh echoed over the pizza place, none of the animatronics heard it, but it was answered by four more laughs each as creepy. If one could have heard those sounds they would have thought they were children.