Chapter 1: Revival

The year is 2047, it has been 60 years since the Bite of '87 and 30 years since Freddy Fazbear Pizza closed down for good. The franchise has been dead for years with the memories of the Bite of '87 become nothing more than fleeting events of the distant past. However, the tragedies of the Freddy Fazbear Pizza continue to haunt the public and family members whose losses can never be compensated. The police continue their efforts to leave no stone unturned. But in the end, there was nothing they could do as all evidences have been exhausted and all leads pressed to dead ends. Giving up was the watchword for every Police Precincts in the Tri-States area. However not all would simply turn in their badges and leave the Force with the case remain unsolved.

"We can't just drop the case. Not after so many people...children...died!" one voice said.

"But it's been 60 years. Any and all evidence would be long gone by now!" another countered.

"We've invested far too much into this case to just let it go cold!" another argued.

"Well wasting anymore isn't gonna help!" another countered again, and so on as arguments were thrown.

"All right people pipe down!" Cried the chief as the room fell into silent briefly for him to make his decision. "Thank you. Now as you've all known this case has been haunting more than your wife's nagging to buy her a new diamond ring. But let's be realistic, the prospect of us finding any more specific leads would be a nothing in a million. Therefore I've decided to call off the investigation permanently. Anyone else who would like to take the case personally, feel free to keep yourself busy with it." The chief solemnly declared with his face slumped down disappointingly, the meeting room's atmosphere fell into another somber, gloomy moment just as it would have times before when a case in the past has been declared failed.

"Sir there's still hope!" One chimed in, he was sitting on the edge of the table in front of the chief. This caught the police chief to lifted his head up and give the inspector an opportunity. The inspector in question was a caucasian in his elderly year with grey hair, brown eyes, with a well trimmed grey moustache on his face.

"What is it inspector Walker? Can't you see that we've been banging our heads against the walls for far too long?" He drowsily asked, with both hands rubbing his temple.

"Actually sir, we still have a chance to crack this case. I think we can use one of the animatronics to do that." Walker said, his idea quickly aroused the entire meeting room to start speaking to each other while the chief himself has his mouth agaped.

"Is this a joke?" One asked in disbelief.

"Did somebody drop a brick on Walker's head?" Another sarcastically asked.

"This must be dumbest idea ever!" Another added up.

"Hold it Walker! What on Earth are you thinking?" The chief pounded the table furiously. His expression was red with rage at the rather ridiculous idea.

"I plan to use one of the animatronic's memory drive to uncover the hidden clues that our normal procedures wouldn't find." Walker explained, immediately the chief was reasonably impressed but there was a problem that all officers fear.

"Do you think that we can find one, at least one, functional memory drive left of those animatronics to work?" The chief raised his eyebrow and Walker was also silent, unable to answer his question as he had not thought far enough to take into account the permanently damaged hard drive. "...you didn't think that far did you?" he deadpanned.

Walker shook his side to side and gulped. He was visibly worry ward before something struck his mind, his eyes narrow left and right to find something, some sort of distraction then he caught sight of a billboard out on the streets that advertise a Freddy Fazbear Museum. "I think I could find one sir!" Walker shouted out loud, standing up in a sudden in the meeting room.

"Uh, where are you going to find that memory drive?" The chief asked again sounding rather confused by the sudden change in tone by the Inspector.

"There is a...museum...dedicated to the Freddy Fazbear franchise. They might have one memory drive there." Walker concluded.

The chief frowned at that, before leveling a look at him. "Are you SURE this can work?" he said slightly menacingly.

"Yes, I'm quite sure this can work," Walker nodded a bit nervously.

"...alright Walker, let's see if your plan can work, seeing as we've got nothing else. But I'm warning you, if this turns out to be a massive waste of time, I'll be asking you to turn in your badge," the chief warned after a few moments.

Walker nodded and sweat a little bit, not only was the case on the line but his career was on the line. If he can't break this case then no one will!

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Freddy Fazbear Museum, the last ditch effort by the Fazbear Corporate to make some cash out of their names that does not have anything to do with Pizzerias and Animatronic entertainment. The museum itself was a grey two storey building, with only a handful of exhibitions to entertain their guesses with. Certainly not a good deal of fun to have. In fact, beside creepy animatronic suits and endoskeletons, it was the most shameless attempt to grab some cash by Fazbear corporate since the Fazbear Fright Attraction.

"I'm paying you $5000 for that Foxy memory drive." Said Walker to the curator as he handed the man a wad of cash.

"Wait what?" the curator blinked, honestly completely flabbergasted at the request.

"Seriously, my career and a police case is on the line now I need that memory drive to solve it." Walker added, being even more impatient with the curator's hesitant to hand him the one thing he needs to crack the case. Of course, the curator remained dumbfounded by the inspector's request to purchase it, even though the museum could use the money but it's a priceless artifact for the museum about animatronics. "Because the police believes that the memory drive has clues that we can't find." He said in a deadpan manner, hoping that the curator would agree.

"Well...I...uh...it IS the only memory drive we have left that's intact. Its an important artifact for the museum...but I suppose if the police need it...alright," the curator finally said, holding out the drive. "Take good care of it though, Foxy's memory drive is the only one that hasn't deteriorated."

"Thanks Mr. Curator. We'll take good care of it. Next stop Afton robotic plant No.63."

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Afton Robotic Factory Plant No.63 is by far the biggest robot assembly plant ever constructed in the Tri-State area. In fact, it is the product of merging two factory complexes into one gigantic robot assembly line, serving all the people's daily needs. From simple household service robots to heavy duty constructo-bots. There is just simply no ends to their ideas and possibilities. But the one that holds the most interest to Walker is the assembly line No.34 with the endless productions of detective robots for the police department. One thing that must be noted, the advancements of robotics and AI programming has resulted in an explosive diversity of personality one could install to their robot.

There, stood in front of Walker were rows upon rows of detective robots designed to assist the police department in cracking cases with ease, their programming is one of the most best kept secret of the factory. Walker came into the office of the assembly overseer, an elderly man who has was about to retire from the plant. In his office, the Inspector put the memory drive of Foxy on the table with a single request.

"I need you to make detective robot in the image of Foxy the animatronic fox from Freddy Fazbear Pizza, then upload the memory into the robot to program its identity and function to investigate the crime." Said Walker, he carefully drew up a sketch of the robot's general design and idea to help the overseer knew what was needed.

"We'll see what we can do. I'm assuming you'd want it to be more...robust, compared to its original body, correct?" the factory manager said.

"Yes, we'll be needing him for police duty, so that would help."

"Alright, I will put that into the specifications as well," he nodded. "Standard police equipment?"

"That would be good," Walker nodded.

Once the details were ironed out, production began. Mechanical hands descend on the assembly line, picking off the robots that are already assembled off the line and make the entire production chain stalled for a few minutes.

Then an endoskeleton, empty and naked was rolled into place where its components are assembled together with limbs and head pieces welded into place with mechanical precisions, its tail was a stubby metal piece to act as a counter weight. Once the basic outline was assembled, Walker could see an anthropomorphic fox, standing at 7 feet tall with athletic build to scale walls and overcome obstacles with ease. The robot would then be brought into a paint job section where the machines cast a crimson paint color on him, thus, rebuilding Foxy's body in a new world.

With the body assembled and fully checked out, a mechanical hand would then scooped the fox robot up and place him into a programming chamber for stand by with cables jacked into access ports on the back of his head waiting to upload default and customized programs. Walker was observing from the programming room, where he handed a pair of programmers the memory drive for them to work with. They start up an emulator program and connect the USB cable into the black, rectangular device's port and the work was started with uploading Foxy's memories into the new robot body.

With the programming completed, the cables retracted from Foxy's access ports and the robot body booted up. A mechanical humming noise was heard as built in light system fired up the various LED lights in Foxy and his LED eyes glowed in their amber color, his HUD fired up, loading his compass, integrated forensic and status display functions as well as other navigation technologies. The robot raised both of his hands up, inspecting curiously as he was unaware of where he was before Walker's voice over the PA system inform him to turn around.

"Foxy! Over here. Foxy the pirate fox, you are rebuilt into a new detective bot for the purpose of solving the Freddy Fazbear Homicidal case, do you understand your job from now on?" Walker asked, making the programmers giggled at the inspector's cringe worthy line.

Foxy for his part was slowly booting up, systems going online as various bits of data flashed through his eyes. Then his memory began connecting. The last thing he remembered was him and his friends being moved away before they were deactivated for storage. "What…" he spoke, and stopped. His voice sounded...different. Before his voice had a rather gruff tone to it, intended to sound like the stereotype englishman pirate that most would see in kids movies. But now, his voice had become more...mature. He sounded more like a middle aged man with a slight rasp in his voice, adding a stronger feel to it. Not at all like his old voice that was aimed to help entertain children.

"Foxy, can you hear me? Nod if you do, or just say yes." Walker spoke into the PA system, expecting the foxbot to reply in some way, however, while he does so, the programmers to his sides giggled and chuckled at the inspector's cringiness.

Foxy looked around, trying to determine the source of the voice, but ultimately decided to listen and nodded while saying, "Yes."

Walker sighed in relief, he wiped the sweat off of his forehead before continuing to brief Foxy. "Now then Foxy, as I was saying, we have you rebuilt from an entertainment animatronic into a mainline police detective robot. Do you understand your role now?" He asked again, waiting for confirmation from the fox.

Foxy felt the changes to be quite dazzling, first he was an animatronic built for entertainment, then something went wrong and he went blank, he slept for decades and now he woke up to know that he was a police robot. He instinctually cocked his head to the side, before voicing his curiosity to Walker. "Why am I a police robot now? What...happened?"

Walker finds the situation to be bogging down and he needs to save time but still keep Foxy up to date with the world. "Here's the short version, the Freddy Fazbear Pizza chain closed down 30 years ago, the homicidal case is still ongoing and the police have ran out of leads. Your memories may have something we don't know about so we've decided to merge your memory with the programming of a detective robot to solve the case." He said before sitting down, breathing anxiously, hoping the vulpine can understands the role he is about to play.

Foxy flinched upon hearing the words "Freddy Fazbear Homicide", his body twitches and his vision became blurry, static fills his voice as he heard voices from the past. His high-tech robotic HUD became scrambled as he saw a figure lunging towards him, a fuzzy apparition with thin black, stick like physique flew towards him. The apparition's face was a clown like mask with a pair of red cheeks and purple streams down its eyes.

"Foxy? Are you listening? Send someone down there." Walker said as he watched Foxy flinching and flailing, curling himself up, seemingly frightened by something. As he curled up still, diagnostic wires came down to the back of his head and attach into the access port and a crew of technician enter the room to check on him. "Is there a problem with him?" Walker asked frantically.

After a few moments of processing information, they reported that nothing was wrong technically, but it seemed Foxy was...reacting to something.

"Did you guys find anything unusual?" Walker asked again to one of the technician in white lab coat, who in turn gave the inspector a shrug and shook his head giving a no. "So then what's the problem with him?" The inspector sighed, getting frustrated by the technicians lack of definitive answers.

"We found nothing wrong or out of ordinary with his programming sir. He's just fine. I guess he's good to go now." Another said, sending Walker's head into a flurry of confusion as he struggle to wrap his mind around the fact that Foxy has just suffered from some sort of PTSD and was declared good to go.

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Walker gulped thickly as he returned to the precinct. After a few tests, and observations, he'd gotten good proof that Foxy had potential to fill in the missing pieces they needed. Didn't stop him from being dead nervous though. "Alright, here goes nothing." He said with a sweat drop off of his right eyebrow.

"Is...something wrong, Officer Walker?" Foxy asked. He didn't really understand why Walker seemed so nervous. Then again, he wasn't doing too well himself. It was still so...overwhelming, to suddenly wake up after decades...and in a new body. Despite originally being animatronics to entertain children, they DID feel things, or as close to them as machines could at the time, so he could understand human emotions to a certain degree.

"Oh nothing, it's just my idea is so over the top and stupid that everyone will laugh me to my grave. Now let's go." Walker then gestured Foxy to follow him as he entered the precinct, the first sight that the precinct's receptionist got was Foxy, the crimson robot fox standing at 7 feet tall behind a hunched over Walker as the inspector tries to hide his ashamed face with his fedora hat. Fellow officers who were going about their daily works dropped their papers once they saw Foxy and Walker coming into the cubicle.

"Bloody hell, is that-?!" one of the officers started.

"No way, he actually did it?!" another gasped in disbelief.

For the officers in the precinct, Walker has always been a role model for unorthodoxy and out of the box approaches to the cases at hands. But this time, it seems he has out done himself with the idea of reviving Foxy the pirate fox.

"Hey guys, just got the new model." Walker said, rushing through them as fast as he could with Foxy following behind him, it was obvious that Walker doesn't want to entertain the idea of explaining what he did to realize his plan. But of course this effort does not escape the attention of his chief.

"Walker...are you telling me you spent $5000 for that!?" The chief pointed his index finger at Foxy, stuttering, his eyes look at the robot wildly as if he has just seen a walking pariah.

"Uh sir...I can explain about this...I've actually found a functional memory drive and have the factory programmed the robot we needed to crack the case." Walker stuttered back, his forehead now sweat even more as the inspector seems to be cowering before his superior's wrath.

"That's besides the point! You spent that much money on a plan that wasn't officially approved, nor was it guaranteed!" the chief roared.

"Calm down sir." He held up his hands defensively. "Like I said, I've found the memory drive needed, I got it all programmed now I just need to show Foxy here the progress we've made so far and he'll just find things we don't." He concluded, lowering his hands down and let the chief calm down. "Now if you excuse me, I have a case to solve." He then led Foxy to the inspector's cubicle corner, a messy collection of files, mind maps and location of interests. "Here we are Foxy, this is where you'll work." Said the inspector as he let the robot settle in.

Foxy looked at his new work place. It was...different that's for sure. "T-thank you," he said slowly, not sure what to really say.

"The pleasure is mine. Here you could use this." He handed Foxy something, an item of honor for every officers on the line of duty. A badge made from the factory for Foxy, with his own ID number, photo, and date of production. Next to the photo and quick info about Foxy, was the golden badge of the police department in the Tri-State area. Truly, a mark of honor for Foxy.

Foxy took the badge and gave it a good look, his HUD showed him a compartment on his hip section to store the badge, to which the compartment opened up with a hiss, a cylindrical shaped device rotated outward with an open slot, he put the badge into place and the compartment automatically returned to its locking mode, leaving him free to sit down and sift through the various documents and locales of interest. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a wave of melancholy as the reality of the situation set in. He never thought his life would be anything but catastrophic, with undeniable trauma from the days of Freddy Fazbear Pizza which felt like an eternal burden on his back. He suddenly felt uplifted with his new found job and recognition as something other than a pariah of sorts.

"So where do you want to start?" Walker asked as the man stood over Foxy eyeing the robot as he went through the documents by timeline till he stops at the folder containing the location of the old Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria that once housed Toy Animatronics, models that are allegedly more advanced than Foxy and his Fazbear gang, yet had ultimately been scrapped.

"Here," Foxy said, pointing at the picture of the location in its heyday. "I want to start...from where it all started."

Walker nodded understandably, "Okay then let's head there. It looks worse for wear by now, but there should be something you can pick out in there." The inspector said as he lead the fox robot out of the precinct and down to his car. Then he drove them both to the dilapidated Freddy Fazbear restaurant from the 1980s.

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The restaurant had obviously seen better day, but now it was nothing more than a shambling husk, falling apart and dusty with police lines on the front door, barring entrance to all. The first room they found was the main party room with a stage for animatronics to perform on. "So where should you put your detective skills to the test first?" Walker asked.

Foxy walked up to the building and closed his eyes, trying to remember, even if he didn't like it. Once again, an image hit him. The mask of a clown. "The Prize Corner. I think there might be something there that might help," he said with a frown.

Walker nodded and let Foxy leads the way down the hall, without electricity to light up the place, the pizza joint looks more like an ominous haunted house with a genuine monster lurking around the corners. They travels down the hall where the bathrooms were, soon they reached the second party room, where Walker's flashlight found a slightly smudge up board that said "Prize Corner", he tapped Foxy's shoulder and pointed him to the room he was looking for.

"Thanks," Foxy nodded, before walking into the room. It was a mess like everything else, the presents and prizes that once were supposed to bring joy to children were rotting away from the decades of water and mold, the once colorful decor had long since faded away. All in all, despite it not being a place of fond memories for him, he still felt sad. As he did, he walked towards the spot he had in mind. He remembered the pile of boxes...or what was left of them, in a certain section. However, when he looked at the pile, a sudden feeling overtook him.

Just as Foxy took his muzzle into the largest of the boxes, he saw a white clown like mask, the same one from the vision he had in the factory! The mask leaps up to his face, causing his vision to go into a haze, he fell into a trance, it was almost like sleepwalking with a long slender figure standing before him with long sticks like limbs with absurdly long talons all wrapped in purple fabric. "Foxy...you must stop him…" Cried the Puppet with a melodious voice to his ears but still sounding tearful and saddened.

Foxy was taken aback...but soon nodded. He remembered. Even with what little they could do, they had made a promise they'd stop him. End the nightmare. "I will," he nodded. "Can you help me?"

"You must follow your own instinct Foxy...The Killer is still out there...his agents are following your every move…" Said the Puppet.

From Foxy's right, came an apparition of Freddy Fazbear, torn and worn off after years of neglect came begging. "Follow the trails Foxy…" He cried.

Then on his left, a ghostly apparition of Bonnie Bunny came walking in, with his body hunched forward and his mask removed. "There is another...hiding in here…" He moaned out.

"Run Foxy...save yourself first!" Then Chica apparition with her broken beak came out in front of him begging him to heed their words.

The door to the prize corner suddenly swung close without any reasons perceptible to humans, inspector Walker saw Foxy was petrified, seemingly in fear inside the Prize Corner and he ran to the door, turning and yanking the knob to no avail. "Come on open you goddamn thing! What the hell is wrong with this place?!" He grumbled, trying to get the door open, but it left him preoccupied and distracted as a heavy metal blue hand smack his head. Walker suddenly felt himself heavy as his eyes closed with only a glimpse of the culprit being...an animatronic?

"Bonnie?!" Foxy gasped, realizing the unmistakeable rabbit-like form...but narrowed his eyes as he switched to night vision mode and saw the figure more clearly. "No...you're not Bonnie...not the one that is my friend anyway," he growled when he recognized the plastic-like texture. It was Toy Bonnie...and it seemed the years had not been kind to him either. His once shiny coat of paint was peeling off, bits of him were missing, and overall it seemed the Toy Animatronic had been left in disrepair just like the location.

The toy animatronic jumped into a party room, causing some tables and chairs to flipped over, it was then that Foxy realize something was not right, Inspector Walker was not with him. His enhanced hearing picked up the sound of gagged mouth screaming muffled sounds, crying for his help as he was being dragged into various rooms non stop. Before Foxy can concentrate and ascertain the whereabout of the inspector, he heard some thudding sounds coming down the hall, it came from the security room.

Acting quickly he gave chase, going straight for the Security Room...and feeling an odd sense of ironic nostalgia, as he remembered times when he was...less than sane.

The rundown security room still had its wooden desk but has been rotting away so bad that one of the table's leg broke off. A quick glance around and Foxy would find the place to be impossible to hide since there were so little room to do so, then he heard the same clanging sound again. But when he thought that it was Toy Bonnie, it turns out to be the rusting, withering head of Balloon Boy, an old animatronic that blew up balloons for children's parties.

Obviously the Toy Animatronic has tricked him, how can it be this cunning? He can not answer, but then he heard the muffled sound of Walker grunting, struggling to break free of the mechanical bunny's metal hand. He kicks and grunts, with his bound hands trying to grab onto anything that can cause sounds. His hands soon grabbed hold onto an old chair and drag it along on the ground, generating just enough noise to draw Foxy back to the Main Stage.

Following the noise, he found the animatronic he was looking for dragging Walker who was bound and gagged towards another location. Acting quickly, he ran towards them and managed to knock Toy Bonnie off of Walker, the older Animatronic sparking as it hit a wall, before quickly making a run for it.

"Thanks Foxy." Walker said, gasping for air once he ripped off the mouth gag made from papers. "I'm gonna call for backup, you catch that rabbit!" He instructed the fox robot, Walker ran back out into his cruiser, inside he hotwire the radio to call for help from the precinct to cordon off the area.

Meanwhile, Foxy was still inside, alone and was chasing down a hyper active animatronic that was worn down by time but could still run like there's no tomorrow. A game of predator and prey play out with the robotic players hunting one another throughout the restaurant.

However, through the chase Foxy was getting worried. Toy Bonnie should not, in any circumstance, have been able to do what he was doing. He wasn't programmed for this at all.

Some loud crashing and banging sound was heard in the Parts and Service area in the backstage, this caught Foxy's attention as his instinct drove him to enter the backstage area to search for the Toy animatronic still on the loose.

"What the-?!" Foxy blinked as he found nothing. How was the animatronic moving so fast?! "Where are ye, ye yellow bellied coward," Foxy growled, slipping into a pirate accent out of reflex.

The area of the backstage was filled with wooden planks, each steps they make generates creaking sounds on the wooden planks, even with his Night Vision mode, Toy Bonnie remained an elusive foe as the bunny hides behind various objects and shelves. But once Foxy turned his back around, the bunny pounced on his back trying to wrestle him with no aim at all.

"Get off me!" he growled, and grabbed hold of the bunny. Fortunately his new body gave him some advantages, namely that he was MUCH stronger and agile than he used to be, evident by how he could now effortlessly thrown Toy Bonnie over his shoulders, sending the animatronic sprawling on the ground. "Alright, no more games!" Foxy growled, as a HUD appeared, and the words 'taser arm' appeared, a section of the back of his left arm opening and revealing a pair of pins with electricity running through them.

Toy Bonnie quickly scrambled to get back up on his feet and correct his bearing, but something was not right for him, his right leg broken and its hydraulic had lost transmission. He limped away from Foxy, but try as he might, he could not muster the speed he enjoys just 5 minutes ago, he opted instead to throw random stuff at the predator like a cornered prey.

Ouch! Hey, stop that ye lily livered bilge rat!" Foxy growled as he was hit with a chair. Finally having enough, he charged at the Animatronic, and with a quick thrust of his arm, plunged the taser into its chest, short circuiting it, and making it fall limp.

Toy Bonnie's struggle soon collapsed with his body went limp, his entire system activates an emergency shutdown mechanism to prevent his microchip from being overloaded. The blue bunny was soon carted off by Foxy just as the police back up arrives to bring the evidence home. Foxy was sitting next to Walker as he drove them back to the precinct with the other officers driving a cruiser and van to carry the hostile animatronic back to their precinct. "Nice job back there partner." Said Walker, he accidentally called Foxy his partner for the first time and it won't be the last. "Say did you make pirate speeches back there? Cause I could have sworn I heard something like bilge rat." The inspector imitated the robot's lines from earlier with his best stereotypical pirate accent he can conjured.

Foxy looked a bit sheepish. "Yeah...that was me. Hey, just cause you put me in a police body, I'm still Foxy the Pirate Fox...to a degree…" he said, scratching the back of his head slightly.

"Well you're still the pirate cap'n from my childhood Foxy. Good job." Walker congratulated Foxy.

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After arriving back at the precinct, the animatronic Toy Bonnie was moved by a pair of patrol officers to the technical room for program checking and digital forensic. Meanwhile, Foxy and Walker were back at their cubicle sifting through the various files regarding the animatronic model of the one they have encountered.

However, the more Foxy learned about it, the more it concern him, first off, it was a 60 years old animatronic that could still operates well enough to give them a fright and run around perfectly well inside the restaurant. Second, its behavior is completely outside the normal parameter of child entertainment. "Those animatronics were equipped with a primitive police database to protect children from predators. But in those days, the programs were easily to be tampered with causing them to go haywire." Said Walker as he went over the basic gist of the known Toy Animatronic models.

"So someone tampered with its systems?" Foxy asked. "But then...how did it do what it did? I know you're...ahem...no spring chicken, but you still look to be in pretty good shape," he tried to word it delicately.

"Well I'm a track runner myself so no worry about physical injuries there. What it does back there show that someone has been keeping it well maintained over the years...disrepair looks aside... And that someone is trying to impede our investigation. Over the years, we've been losing a steady stream of investigators who were getting somewhere with this case, thus our efforts constantly being reset to square one and we have no idea who's doing that." Walker explained, he himself was being visibly shaken by the apparent animatronic's behavior and its capabilities shows an apparent unnatural hand in the case.

But while they were going over compiling the evidences, something was happening in the technical room. Toy Bonnie's eyes flashed red, its LED lights flickered for a few moments before lit brightly red, its fingers curled up into a fist before letting go again. Then comes its legs, Bonnie moves his joints and thighs around to test his hydraulic functionality for a bit before finally sprung free. He hops up and down, throwing confuse cops and workers around, causing a riot in the floor below.

"Is something going on?" Foxy asked, his ears perking as he heard something.

"It's coming from downstairs!" Walker realized the racket below and grabbed his revolver and ran downstair with Foxy, there, they found a pair of beaten up cops in the corridor and greased footprints of Toy Bonnie heading outside. "Go get him Foxy! I'll take care of these boys." The inspector said as the police officers began to spread out and comb the area to search the missing animatronic.

"Roger!" Foxy nodded and chased after the animatronic. Despite the damage done to it, Toy Bonnie didn't seem to slow down in the least, and tried to escape through winding alleyways, but Foxy managed to keep up. Eventually, he found the wayward animatronic seemingly at a dead end. "Nowhere left to run," Foxy said.

Just then, a sinister cackle caught Foxy's ears and it petrified him in fear as the thudding sound of another animatronic came out from the shadow. A yellowish, tattered bunny animatronic came into view. Like the other animatronic, his formed appears to be hunched over but his appearance conjure the image of a zombie robot in Foxy's eyes. "It's me…" It said.

Foxy's eyes widened. He didn't fully remember why, but he felt great fear at the sight of the robot.

The robot rabbit came to Foxy, slowly raising his shredded hand up and Foxy can see an object with two prongs sprouting out from his right palm, he grabbed onto a terrified Foxy by his neck, pushing the prongs into meeting the robot fox's metal plates and electrocuting him. But instead of causing him to overload with electricity, this one causes Foxy to groan and grunted in pain, he felt weaken little by little. Before long, Foxy was dropped to the ground completely blackout and unconscious as the last of his battery was drained.

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For however long Foxy was out, he could not tell. But by the time he woke up with his HUD booting up, he found himself back in the Precinct with Walker by his side and the fellow officers check on his battery pack. "You okay Foxy?" asked Walker.

"What...happened?" he asked.

"We found you in the alley way unconscious. How did that thing just...get away?" An officer asked curiously, he nudges his forehead with his index finger curiously.

"Well Foxy?" Walker asked pleadingly, they all seem to be concern of his wellbeing.

"I...I don't remember…" Foxy said. "I remember cornering Toy Bonnie, but...then there was...someone else…"

One of the technician, still bruised up from Toy Bonnie's escape, was searching through Foxy's video memory on the computer screen and found the moment Foxy shut down. "You mean this guy?" She asked, the rest of the officers including Foxy and Walker came to and observe the freeze frame footage of the animatronic bunny.

"What in the hell is that thing?" Walker asked, bewildered and disgusted by the appearance of the mysterious animatronic.

One look at the rabbit animatronic and Foxy flinched in fear by his sight, it was like nightmare embodiment to him and worse still, it conjures another flashback in his mind. He saw faint images of another Freddy Fazbear, though this one was different in its size and layout. He saw himself emerging out of his curtain, running down the hall towards a security room. The screams and screeches can be heard, both from his friends and the night guard. Then he saw one last image that frightens him for life, he was lured away into a dark room, one he has never seen before, where he was ambushed and dismantled and lay forgotten there, seemingly for eternity.

"Foxy? Foxy!" Walker called out, snapping the fox back into reality. "You okay man? You looked like you saw a ghost...then again, I'd probably look terrified if I literally ran into THAT thing in a dark alleyway," he said with a chuckle, hoping to add SOME levity to the situation.

"Oh yeah...I'm alright...I think." Foxy replied, stuttering as he does so, but the flashbacks he went through reminded him of someone, the name of the night guard and the likely next clue to crack the case. "I need to find someone, a night guard I remember. His name is...Mike Schmidt." Foxy said, grabbing a pencil and a sheet of paper drawing a depiction of Mike Schmidt according to his memories. The portrait was done in a scant 2 minutes and he handed it to Walker. The inspector was quick to help Foxy up to the cubicle again to find Mike's file and phone number.