This is a story about the animatronics and their adventures throughout the years have fun reading about these awesome adventures! (p.s. none of them are evil, and they do NOT have rotting corpses inside them) (p.p.s. I do not own fnaf or anything related to this story) (p.p.p.s. no nightmare animatronics or BB cause reasons)
Jake POV
"Wow.", I say. All I could see in all directions as I looked around was children. Children, children, and more children! I could not even see the animatronics, because the children around them were so dense, that all he could see were their plastic heads. Toy bonnie was jamming out on his guitar while a couple of children were fighting over the drums set. One kid had brought a kazoo, and was trying desperately to keep up with Toy Bonnie's fast pace. Toy Chica was hurriedly baking thousands upon thousands of cupcakes for the children. Toy Freddy was socializing with all the parents who didn't want to be there.
Mangle/Vixen/Toy Foxy (from now on Vixen) was playing pirate with even more children. I took all this in within seconds as Pete walked up to me. "Hi.", he said. "My name is Pete Cameron Alexander Turner, but just call me Pete." He spoke with such cheeriness, I found myself take a liking to him instantly. "And you must be Jackson Mendoza. Freddy Fazbear's is overjoyed to have you as part of our team. So you saw our ad?" "Yes" I replied "I used to come here as a toddler, so I feel sentimental about this place. What happened to Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy?" He replied, "We decided they weren't kid friendly enough, so now we just use 'em for parts." This shocked me, as I had grown to be very fond of them. "May I take a look at them?" I asked. "We don't usually do this for new guards, but sure." I brightened up at this, and followed him.
My mood darkened again as I saw the old animatronics. Freddy was in tatters, and was missing an eye. Chica looked horrifying, as she was missing both hands, and her jaw was permanently stuck open. Foxy looked… actually, Foxy looked pretty much the same. But Bonnie… Bonnie was the worst. He was missing his face, and many wires were just hanging loose. He was missing his entire left arm. His guitar was beat up and rusted, and It looked like if you plucked a single string, it would fall apart in your hands. "What the heck happened to them?!" I yelled. Pete was glaring at me and making a shush gesture. I quieted down, and he explained. "They were such a big success, that we made millions. However, all this attention damaged their systems, and it would cost more to replace them than it would to buy them." He kept going, "We eventually made enough to replace them with plastic counterpart that looked more kid-friendly. These ones are tied into a criminal database, and have facial recognition software, meaning that it is impossible for another… incident… to happen. The way in which he spoke made me question exactly what this "incident" was.
Time skip to 12 am! :)
As Pete led me to my office, I realized just how unnerving it was to be here alone. "I have left you a recorded message on your telephone. Listen closely to it." He then left. As soon as he left, I said to myself, "I am in for one heck of a night, aren't I?"