Gray concrete ceilings towered over the animatronic's head. His blue, glassy eyes slowly scanned the room as he rose into a sitting position, new circuits soundlessly sliding underneath layers of exoskeleton. The bear stretched, a few metal pieces clicking back into place.
The basement felt cold and unfriendly. Where was he? In a room, a basement, yes, he was sure of that. But he couldn't seem to understand where this small crevice of the world was housed. The soft footsteps of artificial paws creaked behind him. The creature turned, and as his gaze landed on another bear like him, something clicked within his endoskeleton. It was as if he had finally come to understanding of the world around him.
The golden bear rested beside him. Fredbear, Freddy's AI informed him abruptly, as if someone were standing beside him and teaching him all these things, whispering the new tidbits of information in his faux-fur ear. But it was all preprogrammed. It was all him.
All Freddy.
That name rang well in his metal-and-fur cranium. He was Freddy, Freddy Fazbear. This golden bear, so much like him, with the yellowy sheen on his shiny new pelt and the dark blue tint to a dapper tie and top hat, this was Fredbear.
Fredbear blinked, flashing a small smile. "Finally, the new addition's awake." The yellowy creature trilled. His voice had a thick, sturdy-sounding accent to it, something Freddy could only strike as a Western accent. When he opened his own maw to speak, he was surprised to find his preset voice was a deep, British accent that sang on his tongue with a lasting effect.
"New addition?" He inquired, gripping the edges of the steel table he had awoken and now rested his artificial form upon. His AI hadn't informed him of that. Maybe it wasn't something the makers thought he would know?
"Why, yes. They recently updated the franchise to be in a larger complex! It's gone from Fredbear's to Fred n' Fred's, all because of your entrance!" He sang, his eyes bright. The golden stub on his hindquarters wagged gently, showing his glee at the new addition to the small animatronic family.
"Oh." Freddy wasn't sure what to say. Information was still flooding his head in short yet enlightening bursts of knowledge that flooded his senses as they came and went. It was hard to speak as he learned things like what an Abercrombie and Fitch was inside of his own skull. It was dreadfully uninteresting.
"Is 'Oh' really all ya got? Come gimme a hug, lil' brother!" Fredbear wandered on forward and ensnared the brown bear in a tight embrace. "Welcome tuh Fred n' Fred's Family Pizzeria, buddy!"
It ahd been a week since Freddy had awoken. Slowly, he'd come to learn of the world above the concrete basement. With the help of Fredbear ("I like being called Goldie. The kids can say it easier and it's much fonder to me.") he had learned the little details of this world that his AI had forgotten. Things like how the pizza he ate actually was consumed, turned into fuel for his circuits to run smoothly on so that gasoline wasn't necessary. The history of the pizzeria was also common- Goldie just had so much to say, as if he'd waited years and years for Freddy to arrive.
It was one dim night, as they sat on the edge of the stage with just the light emanating from the windows and their eyes to illuminate the room, that Goldie had begun giving him rumors he heard.
"The manager, he's a very hearty kinda guy, loves his job to pieces and that's why we're so advanced in technology- he's addin' on a new job to watch us cause he loves us so much!" Goldie continued on, but Freddy focused more on the nice little details in the deep, western voice of his elder brother.
Freddy liked how Goldie sounded. He would sit back and let Goldie chatter and yammer on and on about the history of the pizzeria, his days alone at night, his dreams, the quality of the old shack they used to live in, and any rumors. The golden bear just had so much more to say than he did, and he had so much more figured out and learned than the brown bear ever could- he sometimes envied Goldie for his much more extensive knowledge.
Will I ever be like that? The bear pondered as he listened to his brother talk of the new addition. With so much to say to those who know so much less?
"Fred!" Goldie suddenly started, turning his red glass eyes to the brown bear and alerting him from his meditative thoughts. "You hearin' me?"
Freddy rose abruptly, eyes wide. He could see the beams of light from his sky blue eyes reflecting on the golden animatronic's sleek-furred face. "Ah, sorry Goldie!" He stammered, adjusting his red-tinted magnetic hat. His blackish-brown claws clacked against the blackish-colored plastic, and the magnet snapped into it's counterpart underneath his exoskeleton. "What're you talking about again?"
Goldie scoffed, though it was a bit more of a teasing scoff than an irritated scoff. "We're gettin' a new nigh' guard. Ain't that somethin'?" The big yellow bear laughed. "Someone's gon' see us through his cam'ras now, see us talkin' and gettin' along. Maybe he'll join the conversation!"
Freddy shrugged, though his mechanical heart skipped a beat in anxiety. He could feel a flash of lightheadedness as a wave of worry washed away his optimism, though he feigned a smile for Goldie anyways. "Yeah, maybe!" But what if he tries to separate us? Or report us? What if we're taken apart and used for something else?
The bear sucked in a breath- he'd found he could do that to cool his engine on day 2 when he'd fainted from overheating during closing- and let the cool oxygen rush over his metal circuits. The thoughts cleared themselves like murky clouds, and the sunlight of his cheery golden counterpart shone through. Goldie had gotten up, stretching and letting some servos and circuits click into place. His synthetic fur moved around him as he shifted, causing slight wrinkles to form in the fabric before resuming normal tightness.
"I'd oughtta sleep, Fred. See y'all come mornin'." Goldie extended a paw for Freddy, and helped him back up onstage. The two locked their feet into the removable bolts, and slowly their gaze flickered dim, and the moonlight filtering through the low, dusty, handprint-marked windows was all that remained of the light in the glittery pizzeria.