0342PM—Sandra Jackson

I smiled as I watched the animatronics sing up on their stage and my brother's facial expression at the building's interior. Mills eye darted about, taking in every detail it could to make up for his missing right. I sighed at my brother as I stood up from my seat and wandered towards a quieter section of the building, not particularly a fan of younger kids like the ones who were cheering for the robotic band that played.

Straightening my denim jacket, I looked back to the animatronics on the stage. Unlike my older brother, who joined the marines immediately after completing high school, I had taken an interest in robotics and was going through collage on an engineering degree. And while that may seem a random point, it brings me to the reason I came here with Mills, to watch the robots and get a job as a mechanic.

However, I was paying more attention to the jerky movements of the band than where I was walking and bumped my shin into something.

0344PM—Mills Jackson

I looked around the rundown pizzeria and resisted the urge to frown. If not for the fact that it was my little sister's birthday AND we both needed a job, I wouldn't have taken even a step in the parking lot. The place looked like it was only weeks away from shutting down, but I put the thought out of my mind and looked for Sandra.

"Hey Milly!" I heard a smooth fluid voice call from the other side of the nearly empty restraint. Looking over towards a small stand with purple curtains with a star pattern, I saw my little sister wave me over.

Before my time in service, we could have been mistaken for identical twins if not for our height and age difference. Where I was twenty five and stood at seven foot, Sandra came even at five feet for her now sixteen years. Coming to think about it, it's kind of funny that my sixteen year old, certified genius sister, wanted to come to a place for little kids for her 'sweet sixteen'.

0344PM—Captain Foxy

It's been so long since I've seen anyone come up to me during the day. I didn't have to pretend to be locked up at how surprised I was when the curtain was pulled open and someone was looking up at me. A young lass with a youthful face and deep emerald green eyes stared up at me through her reddish brown hair.

'She's… she's beautiful." I thought as she turned around and called someone over. I wanted to fall to my knees as soon as I heard this siren's voice, no not even a siren could match her voice.

"Aye Sandra?" My eye's darted to the source of this new, deeper, rougher voice. Next to the lass stood a massive man in dark clothing. He stood over her with his arms crossed, making him appear as intimating than an angry Freddy. His face bore a disarmingly calming expression despite his right eye being covered by a dark red eye patch with a black dragon skull on it.

"Check this guy out, looks like they haven't worked on this guy in years." My angel said, irritation and disappointment clear in her voice.

"I think this is that Foxy character." The man tilted his head at me and frowned.

"The one behind the Bite of 87?" I barely resisted hanging my head in shame as she mentioned that.

"Aye, eh? Looks like the manager is finally back, come on." The man started to walk towards the manager's office. My angel looked back at me with her beautiful eyes before leaving and following the other man.

0501PM—Sandra Jackson

I sat at a table watching the band perform again while I waited for closing. The manager and owner, Mr. Andrew Medved, was very surprised with both my and Mills' resumes, and after an argument on my shift times, I was able to get the mechanic job they had and my brother had gotten his guard job. Now Mr. Medved wanted to introduce both my brother and myself to the staff, which neither of us were looking forward too. I sighed and looked back to the purple curtain.

"I hope I get to do some work on that Fox, otherwise his condition will drive me nuts." I thought to myself.

"Something up sis?" I looked up to my brother as he rolled my large tool box besides me.

"Just not looking forward to trying to remember everyone's name." I frowned, causing him to smirk and look at his watch.

"Well my office is down that way," He gestured towards the two dark halls on the far side of the main stage, "and I know you want to tinker with that 'bot there…" I smiled as he trailed off and nodded.

"Please?" I looked over to him. He smirked and started towards the animatronic fox. I quickly got up and started pulling my tool box towards where the guards' office was.

0504PM—Bonnie

I watched as the large figure who came in with that adorable girl walked to where Foxy stayed. He opened the curtain and said something to Foxy I couldn't make out, then he reached out and…

"He just picked Foxy up." I realized as I watched him swing the Captain almost comically over his shoulder and walk down towards the guard office. He stopped and walked over to the girl who was dragging the large grey box. They appeared to exchange a few words before the man resumed down the east hall before returning shortly later without Foxy. "What are they doing? They didn't get rid of Foxy did they?!" I started to panic as the man took the box from the girl and took it down the hall with the girl in tow.

A few minutes before closing, both of them returned to the main room. The girl seemed furious, why I didn't know. Before I could think any more on it, the manager walked out and called everyone to the main room.

0623PM—Mills Jackson

"And last but not least, the animatronics." My new boss moved a hand to introduce the band, "Our guitarist, Bonnie the Bunny." He gestured to the large purple rabbit, "The backup singer Chica the Chicken." A slight step to the side and his hand now directed to the bird, "And lastly the star of the show, Freddy Fazbear." He switch hands and now pointed to the bear.

"What about that fox one hidden behind the curtain over there?" I asked before my sister could, earning me a scowl in the corner of my eye.

"Was?" Everyone suddenly jerked their heads to the now empty curtain.

"My brother moved it into the guards' office earlier so I could look at it without causing any incontinence." As Sandra explained, I caught sight of something in everyone's faces.

"Was that… fear?"

"Ah, you mean Foxy the Pirate." Our boss cleared his throat before continuing, "He used to be a favorite of the kids before we were forced to shut him down in 87." He grumbled through something I didn't quite catch before, "Anyhow, everyone let me introduce our two newest coworkers; our mechanic Sandra Jackson and her older brother Mills Jackson, the new night guard." The twelve other staff members applauded and welcomed us, but I noticed that they looked at me like I was on death row.

1155PM—Captain Foxy

I looked down at the lass as she leaned down into my broken mouth. For several hours now this creature of beauty tended to my every ache and woe. Admittingly I was terrified when she started to cut some of my fur off and began poking around with some of my insides, but she seemed to be more intent on tending to my damaged parts rather than causing me harm. After spending some time in me torso, she withdrew and closed my chest up, muttering about needing replacements. Following this she began to crawl over every one of my joints, dismantling, cleaning and reassembling everyone from my hands to my shoulders. It had been so long since I had someone try and repair me I started to zone out, I hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed or what my friends thought was happening to me. At some point in my maintenance she started to work on my lower jaw.

"Ahh so that's what's wrong." I suppressed a moan as I felt her drag her hand across the back of my tongue before she withdrew from my mouth. "Connecting poles are broken free, hmm…" I watched the ceiling as I waited while she dug around in that grey rolling chest of hers.

"Hey Sandra." That man's voice returned, meaning he was back as well.

"Yeah Mills?" My Angel's voice questioned.

"Think I found out what's wrong with the kitchen's camera, could I borrow a jeweler's kit?" She didn't respond, however I saw a small box fly over my head briefly before the man spoke again, "Thanks."

"Now shove off damn it," I thought to the man, "let this lass be." Suddenly the phone started ringing.

"I got it." The man, Mills, said as the phone suddenly stopped ringing. As my Angel, Sandra, returned to my mouth that man spoke again, "Hey sis, you may want to listen to this." He said as the room was suddenly filled with the sound of the last Endo's voice.

1201AM—Bonnie

As soon as I felt myself become able to move, I sat my guitar on the ground and started towards the guards' office.

"Wait up Bon!" I looked back as I stepped off the stage to see Chica rubbing her legs. "I wanna see why those two are still here and what they've done to Foxy too."

"As do I." I looked over to Freddy as he tapped at his right arm, which was unsurprisingly still locked up.

"Andrew said that the girl was the new mechanic, so maybe she's looking at repairing Foxy." I said as I waited for them to come off stage. No sooner had Chica started walking forward with Freddy did we suddenly hear,

"SWEET HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" screamed from the guards' office. We looked at each other and I immediately started to run towards the west hall.

1203AM—Sandra Jackson

I had left the fox to listen to the recording with my brother. I was frowning by the end of the recording.

"Come on," I thought as I started to turn back to the fox animatronic, "Who is seriously going to…" My mental rant trailed off as I saw the animatronic start to stand up from the chair Mills put him in.

"SWEET HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I shouted, dumbfounded that the decommissioned robot was moving on its own without any programing. Faster than I had ever seen him move, I found myself behind Mills as he took a defensive stance between me and the machine.

"Sandra, check the cameras." His tone was steady but demanding, leaving me with no doubt he expected the worse. Following his command, the first camera I checked was the main stage giving me the image of the bunny looking at the other two before she came running towards us.

"Shit!" I immediately turned and shut the west halls' door then the east's. As soon as that was done, I heard a steady banging on the west door. I slowly turned back around, sending up a silent prayer while doing so, and looked at the animatronic bunny that was standing in the window. I gasped and looked at my brother, who still stood in a defensive posture between me and the fox.

"Stay behind me." He ordered, though it wasn't truly necessary.

"Y-you don't think they'll… kill us do you?" I asked uncertainly, trying to remain calm. The fox took half a step back and moved its hand over its chest.

"N-n-no!" It wheezed out with some difficulty. If at all possible, my eyes managed to open wider that they already where by this point. I looked up to its eyes and was mildly terrified to find it staring into mine. "W-w-we d-d-don-don't k-k-ki-kill…" Its eyes left mine and looked passed me, to where the phone was.

"Sound's almost like ye ain't sure about that." My brother deadpanned. The animatronic looked back to my brother, then me before it lowered its head and slowly collapsed into the chair.

"T-t-tha-that w-w-was a-an E-E-En-Endo. I- it h-h-had…" It slowly brought its other arm up and rested it's forehead in its hand and hook. I started to frown as I calmed down.

"H-how are you able to speak like that, you should have a script or something you're supposed to go off of… right?" I asked it. It raised its head to me and shook it.

"N-na l-l-lass, w-w-we b-b-be f-fr-free t-t-t-t-t-t" It used its hook to raise its' lower jaw before delivering a quick slap to its' own throat, "ta speak as w-w-we l-l-li-like." Its response surprised me enough to more or less forget the situation.

"Really? But how are YOU functioning? I can understand the others, since they still perform, but your show was shut down and you're supposed to be decommissioned." I questioned it. It tilted its head and moved its shoulders in a shrug.

"I n-n-not k-k-kno-know l-l-l-l-l-l…" once again it moved its jaw and slapped its throat while I made a mental note to fix that first, "lass. I know I be free ta move a-a-at a-an-any t-t-t-ti-tim-time, u-u-un l-l-like m-m-me sh-sh-ship m-m-mates." It waved its hook to my left, reminding me that there were three more animatronics I had forgotten about.

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T.H.R.; "Well, what do y'all think?"

Jonko; "I think you're trying to replace Flo and my's story."

T.H.R.; "Ha ha, I forgot how to laugh."

Flo; "So you're still going to work on our story?"

T.H.R.; "Of course, I just wanted to see if people want me to try and start on this or if I should continue with what I have a generic idea about."

Jonko; "…"

Flo; "…"

T.H.R.; "… Thanks for the encouragement. Anyway, if this thing gets enough views and reviews then I'll continue it, if not then it goes in the bin with the rest of my ideas SO…"

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