The restaurant lay silent in nothing more than dust and darkness with little sound but the rhythmic dance of rain upon the roof outside. All the lights were off, leaving the animatronics in darkness, though they themselves did not know this fact, for they were deactivated. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, frozen on stage, instruments in hand and eyes looking forever onwards but not seeing. Foxy, for his part, remained in Pirates Cove like the recluse he had always been, mostly due to being 'Out of Order', but even when it came to roaming at night, he would have chosen to hide away there. Well, he didn't have much choice in the matter, for he too, was deactivated. Gathering dust as the other three.
Peace, it seemed, had finally washed over the tired restaurant, for its walls had seen many days of screaming children, food-fights and singing animatronics. Good days those were.
Without so much as a warning, at least, they received no warning of this, a section of wooden beaming began to creak, eventually breaking away from the rest of itself, crashing down upon the edge of the stage. That was it. That loud noise, sudden shock, was all that was needed. Freddy stirred from his seemingly eternal slumber, slowly wakening to the darkness around him. He froze, listening out for anything that might be near. Perhaps it was luck, that Foxy had also heard this sudden commotion and thus, too woke from deep sleep.
The bear remained frozen on stage, straining his eyes against the shadows rather uselessly before gaining the voice to speak out.
"H-Hello? Is anyone there?" His voice trembled slightly, much unlike the strong singing voice he was once renowned for.
Foxy twitched, taking a moment to reconfigure and adjust to the darkness. The voice struck him as slightly odd, though he could not deny it was Freddy. "Ye'?" He called out in his thick pirate accent as he parted the curtains of the cove.
"Foxy? Is that you?" Freddy asked. He knew damn well who it was, but something about the dark, the silence... It threw him off edge and scrambled his thoughts but through all of this, he could not deny the sheer relief that washed over him upon hearing that accent from across the room.
"Aye it be me Fred. Wha's goin' on 'ere?".
"I-I'm not sure... Hey, can you hit the lights?".
Foxy puzzled over this. Freddy had always preferred the dark, lurking about in shadows to scare the night-guards and such but to actually request the lights be turned on? Most peculiar... Nevertheless, the Fox could not disobey as he made his way over to the switch. He glanced across the dining-hall, catching sight of Freddy stood on stage with what appeared to be... No. It couldn't be. Was he? Afraid? His expression certainly seemed to clarify this.
"Turnin' 'em on now Freddy". The Fox flicked the switch, bringing the light down upon the room, chasing away the shadows to the corners.
Freddy practically sighed with relief as he began to look about the once famous restaurant, now filthy and somewhat tattered. Cups littered the floor and party hats adorned the tables rather untidily, much to the bears' annoyance. He himself, was, fair to say, a little OCD when it came to such details. Luckily, whatever wasn't cleaned by the cleaners at closing time, was sorted himself when allowed to roam at night. The darkness and poor quality camera surveillance equipment, hiding him from sight as he tidied, completely unbeknownst to whichever night-guard had the misfortune of the shift that night. But, the cameras' did not move, nor did the little red light, which Freddy had hated so much, even flash up at all. All the cameras, were dead.
"What happened here?" He spoke at last.
Foxy approached the stage, shaking his head before freezing, his eyes locking onto the animatronics upon the stage. "Uh, Freddy?" He raised his brow, gesturing behind the bear.
"What is it? Something wro-" He cut mid-sentence, shocked at the sight either side behind him.
Bonnie, stood motionless, caked in dust... His entire top half of his face, missing. Torn away, leaving little more than the endoskeleton behind and a few severed wires. The sight stunned Freddy to silence, until he caught sight of Chica to his right. The chicken, once rather cute and yellow, appeared a dirtied brownish tone, both her hands had been torn away, leaving a mess of dangling wires and warped metal. And that, wasn't the worse part. Her entire HEAD was missing. Gone. Nothing there, not even the endoskeleton remained.
Freddy covered his mouth, taking a step back from the scene, dazed by the sight. Had Foxy not pushed the bear back, he would surely have stepped right off the edge.
"How did- Who, who did this!?" Freddys' voice seemed to crack slightly, clearly upset. Bonnie and Chica were his partners, his friends. Family. To see them this way... It broke his heart. Or whatever an animatronic could consider a heart.