[Hello people of Earth, reading my story! Theresnoconsistency here. Just a head's up: this is going to be a long author's note, but it should go great with the short first chapter. HAHAHA! JK. Anyway, let's start:

*This story takes place in Oregon, US, in 1992

*Toy Freddy = Teddy (male)

*Toy Bonnie = Bonbon (male)

*Toy Chica=CC (female)

*Mangle = Vixen (female)

*Balloon Boy= BB (male)

*Puppet =Marion (male)

*Withered Freddy = Fred (male)

*Withered Bonnie = Bonnie (male)

*Withered Chica = Chica (female)

*Withered Foxy= Foxy (male)

*Teddy POV

*In this story, the withered animatronics get scrapped along with the toys

*I would call this a fluffy drama. Sad, but includes bits of fluff and other humor

*[most of] The animatronics have formed such a close bond, the consider themselves a family

*This is my first multi chapter fic

*This is the first fic I'm uploading on here

*I don't feel that this is my best work

*Enjoy!

Scrapped - Chapter 1 - Deactivated

I stand on the stage, waiting for the people to show up. Any moment now, excited kids will burst through the door, cheering and screaming for me, Bonbon, and CC. I nervously squeeze my microphone in anticipation. The wait is agonizing. What's taking so long?

I hear a shuffling of footsteps. I look, and from the Main Hallway, comes Fred.

"Fred?" I ask. "What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be in the back room. When the people come, they'll see you!"

"Teddy, it's about time we came to reality," he replies.

"What reality?"

"Teddy, it's been five years since the people were here. They aren't coming," he says. And he's right. It has been an awful long time. "We should stop pretending like they're coming. Fantasizing won't help," Fred says.

"Well, what do you think we should do?" asks CC.

"I'm not sure…-" he says. Then, almost on cue, a large, yellow truck marked "Penske" pulls into the parking lot of our building.

"It's the people! Go back!" I tell Fred. He rolls his eyes and strolls back into the Parts & Service Room. Two men get out of the truck and walk to the door. One is our owner. The other I don't recognize.

"…Well, here it is." says our owner to the stranger. He sounds tired- no…-sad. Maybe deflated is a better word.

"And I can use anything?" asks the unfamiliar man.

"No, unfortunately. The ones you see here-" our owner gestures to me, Bonbon, and CC. "-you may not use. Legally. They are out of commission and were supposed to be Scrapped, but I…I haven't gotten around to it." says our owner.

"Oh. Then what can I use?"

"Any of the furniture, and these in the back." The two walk to the room went to, with Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. After a few minutes, they come back out.

"And that's all?" asks the stranger.

"Yup." replies the owner. The stranger sighs.

"In that case, I really don't see anything I can use here. Maybe a few tables and such. I don't know. We'll see. For now, let's just load them up and dump 'em."

"Are you sure?" our owner asks.

"Yeah. I can't have the ones in good condition, and the others are too damaged. I'll probably just start fresh with all new models."

"Okay, then. Let's get the dollies," says the owner. Sure enough, they return with two bright blue dollies. Myself and Bonbon are each loaded on to one and brought outside. I don't think I've ever been outside. The sun is warm. Comfortably warm. It's very different from the now dank and sullen Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

My dolly is rolled on to a black plate behind the truck, which lifts me up inside the large vehicle. Bonbon is unloaded next to me. The two men go back inside with their dollies. CC and BB join us, followed by Fred and Bonnie, and then Chica and Foxy. Marion was simply carried out and thrown in the back. It took both the men to carry Vixen out, in the shape she's in. Our owner slammed the roll door to the truck shut, making the space dark, only lit by our endoskeleton eyes.

The truck rumble as it starts up and begins to move. We all sit in an uncomfortable silence, until I feel a small tug on my arm. I turn to see BB looking up at me.

"Teddy, where are we going?" he asks.

"I can't say," I tell him, even though I know it probably isn't good. "Guys," I say. "You know that whatever happens, we'll always be a family, right?"

"Aye," says Foxy.

"Of course we will," utters Bonbon.

So that's all for Chapter 1. I don't when I'll be able to update again- hopefully soon. Again- sorry for the short first chapter and long author's not. I know it's kind of a dick move but…