It's Routine

Loud cheers rang out through the diner, children clapped loudly as adults watched from the small, red booths, amusement dancing in their tired eyes.

There was a deep, low laugh followed by silence as the children watched the things before them bow after the amusing performance. This had become routine at the small diner. Children would beg their parents not to cook and to take them here, more for the entertainment than the food. The adults would let their kids watch the show as they ate the bland food of the diner, until they decided to pay and leave with their kids, who seemed reluctant to leave.

It was amusing to watch them make up excuses like, "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" or, "But, I need to take more pictures with Fred and Springs!" and a couple more futile attempts to stay there longer, all because of the entertainment.

Two animatronics, was all it was, a spring-lock bear and a spring-lock bunny, that's all there was. Yet, somehow, they seemed to draw the children to the diner, causing the business great success. Everytime, there was at least one adult who found it suspicious, but the CEO, or manager simply joked, saying that the animatronics were magic, making the adults laugh at the ridiculous assumption.

When the adults asked their children what was so special about a robot bear that sings and a bunny that plays guitar, they simply smiled and said, "They're funny." and they accepted that answer every time. After the day was over, they'd take animatronics, leave them on so their servos wouldn't lock up, and put them and put them in the safe room in the back.

The shiny, golden bear scanned the room for what felt like the hundredth time, the lights behind his eyes washed the room in a calming, blue light. He sat still, the light seemed to calm the pains in his gears as he listened to the diner's staff cleaning. The clang of pots and pans echoed down the hall and into the room, making him jump on occasion as his mind began to wander, the lack of activity giving him time to think.

Through the window in the room, he watched and listened. Lights shown through the window, the loud, low growling of a car starting was heard, then a screeching noise as it sped off into the night.

Rising to his feet, the large animatronic lumbered over to the window, careful not to wake his sleeping companion who was obviously dreaming, due to his twitchy behavior and quiet mumurings.

He reached for the windowsill, the window its self was just out of reach. The humans purposely out of their reach in fear that they might climb out through the literal, "window of freedom," since they kept them on all night and allowed them to wander around a bit. The areas where they weren't allowed, were closed off and to make sure the animatronics knew not to go there, they programmed it into their A.I. chips. Despite the fact they knew without a doubt not to go there, they were always curious about what lied beyond the simple kitchen, or bathrooms.

Looking through the darkness of the quiet, cool room, he searched for any boxes, or crates, the lights from his gaze illuminated the room, sending back the shadows in the room. He studied his surroundings until his eyes rested on a small box, the word, "fragile" was in bold red, on its side.

Darting over to it, he scooped up the box in his arms a quiet 'thunk' sounded from the box, he immediately felt guilty. He opened the box, slowly peeking. Several pieces of broken plates and mugs were inside. He winced at the sight and put it back down, the staff would not be happy to know he broke their new shipment of fine china.

Sighing, he went back to the window. He had no intentions of escaping, he just wanted to see the stars like he usually did, but tonight, it obviously wasn't happening.

He heard a 'bang' in the back of the room making him jump in surprise. Turning, he saw that Springs had fallen over in his sleep, he was watching him now with curious eyes, despite them being brown, a white light shown from behind them.

"Brother, what are you up to so late at night?" the bunny yawned, sitting at full height. The bear walked over to him. He sat down beside him, pulling on his arm, making the bunny lean on his shoulder while he pat his head, ruffling the thin layer of fur on his head.

"Nothin' Springs." he sighed, the other animatronic leaned closer, ears pricked in shock. The bear sounded defeated, as if something vital had been striped from his grasp. He gave him a warm smile, the bear laughed, making the animatronic's eye-lights flicker with glee.

The bear looked around the room, he moved his hand from his thigh to the cold floor, a crinkling noise echoed in the room. Balling up his fist, he grabbed the poster with his right hand and brought it up to his face. A picture of a golden bear with a mic in his hand, a purple bowtie on his neck, a purple top hat on his head, and two black buttons down his chest.

Beside him, a smiling gold bunny with a red bowtie and two black buttons on his chest, a guitar held firmly in his hands, the tan-ish color of the guitar making his golden fur stand out. The bottom of the read, "Fredbear Family Diner! Home of good food, friends, and the amazing performances of Fredbear and SpringBonnie! Come eat with us today!"

Fredbear chuckled, they had the friends and performances part, not so much the food. He looked at the younger animatronic beside him whom he considered his brother after ten years of performing together. Even after ten years, Fredbear couldn't get over Springs' name.

"Heh, hello there, SpringBonnie." he stifled a laugh, Springs' eyes flew open.

"Stop it, you know I hate my name!" he laughed, Fred pat his back. Haha, ah'm sorry brother, ah' jus' help mahself." he cackled, Spring chuckled quietly, closing his tired eyes. Fredbear looked down at him, smiling. He couldn't imagine a world without Springs here by his side, they were like family after all. Grinning like an idiot, he closed his eyes and lied his head on top of his brother's.

"Welp, gussin' we should be getting' some sleep right tah' bout now." he yawned, Springs nodded, underneath the weight of Fredbear's head.

"Goodnight, brother." Springs whispered in the quiet of the room, "Love, you."

Fredbear gave a tiny smile, "Ah' love ya, too, brother."