After hours at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the animatronics moved. This, the Night guard was used to. The animatronics also tried to stuff the Night guard into a Freddy Fazbear suit. This, the Night guard was used to. What he was not used to was the fear of having to wait out a full five hours hiding behind a 10-inch tablet from a 6 foot tall purple anthropomorphic rabbit.

"C-C-C'mon th-there, buddy!" Bonnie said, his voice box glitching as it usually did at night.

"No!" The Nightguard said, pulling the camera tablet closer to his face in defiance. "Go screw yourself, you psychotic Easter Bunny reject!"

"N-Now, now there, little boy!" Chica said, watching from the right window. "If-If you don't behave-have, we'll have to- FIX YOU -tell your parents!"

"Fuck off, Duck Bi-otch!" The Nightguard retorted.

That was the last straw for Chica. She hated being called a Duck, and everyone knew it. Bonnie learned the hard way that this "sister" of his had an extremely short temper, and Bonnie unfortunately called her a duck one time too many. Even Freddy had trouble pulling them apart, and he was the strongest of the group.

Bonnie slowly and cautiously backed out of the small room as Chica stomped into it. She ripped the tablet from the Nightguard's hands and screeched in his face. The sound of high pitched mechanical audio overload deafening both the Nightguard and Chica.

The guard screamed, throwing the tablet and scrambling to cover his ears. Chica saw this opportunity, and took it. She immediately grabbed just below his wrists, and before guard knew what was happening, she squeezed with the force of a hydraulic press, crushing the feeble bones in the human's arms, internally severing the hands from his body.

The Nightguard screamed in absolute and utter agony as she violently ripped him from the chair, tearing some of the flesh attaching his now inwardly detached hands. She drug the snivelling, begging Nightguard all the way to the Backstage room, where she took great joy in slowly and methodically pressing his squishy, pale flesh into the jagged gaping maw that was the felt-y exoskeleton's metal inner lining.

The cracking of bones and the squelching of skin and innards still sounded throughout the building long after the Nightguard died. Chica insisted on continuing her fun by then cleaning out the suit and throwing the mess that remained into the furnace in the basement.

After she had finished, the three that stood on stage realized that they were bored, as if a robot could be bored. It was only 1AM, and they didn't know what to do for the rest of the five hours that were left until the store opened.

Chica (of course) went to go clean the Nightgurad off of her hands in the bathroom. The "brothers", Bonnie and Freddy, stayed on stage and talked as they normally did, talking about the days events, congratulating each other on a good performance.

"Nice work out there today, Bonnie." Freddy said, pulling a handkerchief out of an opening in his exoskeleton. He proceeded to polish off his microphone vigorously.

"Thanks, Freddy-Bear!" Bonnie said, a proud smile lighting up his face. "Y'know, you did pretty good too. The kids really liked that Birthday Song you put on."

"Of course," Freddy said, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a cheeky way, "anything for a Birthday Boy."

There was a slight pause, and Bonnie pulled out his guitar, plucking a few of the strings. The sound resonated throughout the room, bouncing around in the vents as well.

As Bonnie continued to pluck the strings in a random fasion, th two began delving into fantasies and things they wanted to happen. They talked about the latter for not five minutes when Bonnie said:

"I kinda wish they would make Foxy an official attraction again. . ."

"What," Freddy said, instantly freezing his polishing motion, "did you just say?"

"I said I wanted Foxy operational again, that's it." Bonnie defended, throwing his hands up.

Now, you see, Freddy hated Foxy with a passion that burned hotter than Hell itself and brighter than a thousand suns. His screw-up in '87 nearly cost him the restaurant, and he wasn't about to forgive and forget. He constantly reminded himself of the horrible incident with a small newspaper clipping that he kept in his hat.

The article was dated, November, 1987

THE BITE!

A tragedy at a local Pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear's, has left a girl in the hospital and traumatized parents and children. The popular pirate animatronic, Foxy the Pirate Fox, seemingly malfunctioned and bit a small girl, who's name will not be exposed, in the front of the head. She has so far survived the horrible injury, though, not without losing much of her head and the frontal lobe of her brain. . .

The rest of the article was smeared with mechanical oil and pizza grease. Freddy always used it to remind himself of that freak and his malicious screw up. He read it when he had the free time, and it always left him angrier at that freak than before.

Now, Freddy hated Foxy even more, because Bonnie had grown attached to him. Freddy, despite his better judgement, took. . .

. . . drastic measures to wipe his mind of the incident. Yet still, Bonnie defended Foxy at even the mention of his mistake. It wasn't exactly something that left Freddy jumping for joy. Quite the opposite, actually.

What the violet bunny was oblivious to, were the 'feelings' that Freddy had towards him. Foxy had stolen Bonnie from him, and this put salt in the wound. His spite only grew, because not only was Bonnie growing closer to Foxy, but was growing farther from Freddy.

So, Freddy hated Foxy, and was constantly trying to win Bonnie back from him.

The funny thing was, however, neither Bonnie nor Foxy actually presented any feelings towards each other, at least, not openly. Hell, Bonnie didn't even mention him in normal conversation. He only took his side at the mention of him being worse than the other three.

"Didn't sound like just that. . ." Freddy muttered, pulling a cigarette from inside his hat.

Bonnie rolled his eyes and walked away from the stage as Freddy lit the cigarette with sparks from snapping his fingers. Freddy took a long drag from the smouldering roll of tobacco and paper and let the smoke leak out of the holes in the exoskeleton around his ears. A vise that he had seen some adults also be snared by, as he saw them walking out of the establishment with a carton in hand. Freddy himself would only do it onstage and, in rare cases, to calm himself down in the women's bathroom. The only other person who went in there was Chica, but she stayed out until Freddy had exited.

"Definitely didn't sound like just that. . ." Freddy whispered.

So! How long has it been? To long, correct answer! I'm revamping these old chapters, maybe adding some new ones.

And I'm finally putting a goddamn Author's Note in this chapter! Frick yeah!

Au revior!