Author's note: Hi everyone! First of all, I am not Lichylichy. I am his friend, Serena. A few days ago he asked me to post this story for him since he couldn't, and you know how friendship works, so I agreed. So here we are.
I was with him while he was writing these first chapters and he's so good at writing it's unbelievable! He is a great guy and the story is awesome, so I hope you enjoy it! If you leave a review and let us know what your thoughs are, we'd both really appreaciate it! ^^

Monday, February 8, 1993. 9:24:57 PM

The pizzeria was quiet. The night watchman hadn't shown up yet. the others had yet to wake up- they were taking this short calm to rest after having sung all day. The night would be long. Not that the two behind the curtains cared, sleep was just out of reach for either of them, if one could call their mechanical pause to be rest.

Foxy paced the length of his "room," the barren seven-by-seven-by-seven foot room, nearly devoid of anything, save a few bits and bobs he had collected over the years. He turned perfectly with each corner, marking them out perfectly with each of his steps, claw and hook held behind his back as he walked. He nearly made a full circuit, stopping at the corner at the back, on his hook side. He paused a step from the corner and turned on his heel, before continuing his pointless march, turning every corner until he reached the same corner, a step away from completing the lap again, and turning once more.

"Ay-da la ginsaep neb fah u." The head in the corner told the pacing animatronic. It was well worn, the fur of the empty bear head nearly gone, only in golden patches here and there. A few wires hung from one eye, rusted together and unable to be pulled off without the threat of destroying the rest of it. It only had three of its original teeth in its mouth, and its mouth moved slightly as it spoke.

"I know I have, brother." The fox hissed in reply, his voice box crackling slightly as the words came fluently, and casting a glance towards the head, pausing in his walk but for a moment.

"Tu-ai-nu-tu rouf eegeerune rou vursenco oot dueen u." The head replied, turning as he walks to keep an "eye" on him. The animatronic stopped once more, turned to face the head. He did not say something for the longest time.

"I shall not be joining tonight." The robot finally replied, glancing down at the head. It was now the head's turn to be quiet for a long time.

"... Eeppah eeb t-aw-n la-sh eeh… eeh." The head replied, with a little quiver in its demonic voice.

"Dear brother, I don't know if you noticed, but we aren't exactly his favorites. Why do you think we are 'Out of Order.'"

The head was about to reply when the front door to the pizzeria opened, and the sound of walking was heard.

"I shall not join the others tonight, not in killing him." He told the head, with certainty. "Not ever again."

Monday, February 8, 1993. 11:57:22 PM

The cameras started up. You could hear the beeping of the red light as the camera displayed its feed to the occupant in the control room, a ten second's run from his current location. The camera feed changed with a loud click! as the feed changed to another camera. The sound of an animatronic stepping off the stage- it must have been Bonnie- was audible to him, even from behind my curtains. He slowly stumbled through the party room, his animatronic parts squeaking loudly as he did. He suddenly stopped outside my small room and, checking to make sure the camera was focused on the stage, poked his- her, it turned out to be Chica- head in the room.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked quickly, in as short a whisper as she could give. "We need to do our job, remember?"

"Your job is to sing songs to the children! My job is to sit here and be broken!" He taps twice on the sign placed outside Pirate Cove. "You should really go, before the nightwatchman gets suspicious." He gave a shove to the animatronic, sending her tottering backwards and crashing on the floor. She was fine- made of steel and cloth, there was no way a fall would stop her. She attempted to right herself for a full minute, mechanics attempting to swivel, but each time denied as her arm got caught between the floor and the wall. Eventually, the sound of another animatronic- this one had to be Bonnie, stepping off the stage. He hurried quickly, almost at a walking speed, to Chica.

The sound of Chica's arms thumping against the wall as she tried to right herself stopped as Bonnie, apparently, pulled her to her feet. Bonnie's head peeked into the curtains and the bunny growled.

"Oh, can it you!" Foxy growled and threw a small chunk of the crumbling wall at him, forcing the animatronic out again, in fear of being hit with it.

"You can't treat us like this! We're all you got!" Bonnie made a noise similar to spitting, but with no saliva to speak of, was purely symbolic and, admittedly, pointless. The sound of the two wandering back out into the restaurant was heard, and Foxy sat down on the ground, and consulted his meager belongings once more.

"Ze-ju-id-Bre rou gu-neen-burr are u." The head mumbled, more to himself than the pirate that shared his room.

"Who cares?" He shot over his shoulder at the head, giving a one-eyed glare at the head. "Look at what helping them has got us!"

"... Eexawff…" Golden Freddy mumbled and was silent once more.

Tuesday, February 9, 1993. 5:35:51 AM

A scream. Did they get him? No, he was just startled by the sudden appearance of a robotic bunny appearing outside his window. The mechanical grinding of the door closing stopped the human's screams from reaching my little room.

"Baab a ku-li gu-een-ee-m-scree." Golden Freddy muttered to his brother.

"It's always difficult the first time…" The animatronic agreed. He turned back to the back wall, cluttered with some posters, drawings, photos. All of them different, and to an untrained eye, would seem near unrelated. He looked over drawings, old and new of him drawn by the kids, some gone, never to return. Others, few admittedly, planning their next trip. His eyes wandered to a group of photos. A tall, lanky teenager, with a brooding face had his arms crossed, refusing to make eye contact. Beside him was a child, with startling blond hair, having seemed to jump into the picture with him, arms and legs pointed out, smiling brightly. The picture was faded, but he knew that day well.

"... Us…" Golden Freddy muttered slowly, unmoving.

"That's right buddy. Who we used to be." He whispered, trying once again to make out the faded words that were under the two, the names that had been worn away from the photo, like it had their memories. His eyes started to wander, to a torn poster from an old establishment. He couldn't look at the animatronic's face in it. It held too many bad memories. He just read the one word under it- "PLAY."

"... Maybe I will go out after all…" He told Golden Freddy. "Tomorrow"

The head was silent, and the spark in his eye sockets had gone. Chica gave a frustrated, mechanical tweet, and moved back towards the stage. He felt… tired.

"Tomorrow…" He said again, slurring slowly. He then sat down, leaning against the wall… and his eyes dimmed as he fell into a robotic sleep.