Low beeping. Long breaths.
A child laid in the hospital bed, his head severely bandaged.
"The bite ripped off his entire frontal lobe. His chances for survival are.. Rather slim... But we will do everything we can to save him!"
*beep* *beep* *beep*
The parents left, devestated by what happened to their child.
This was 20 years AFTER Fazbear Fright was burned to the ground. The Fazbear industry still haven't given up and re opened their doors, Fredbear's family diner. Of course, people still came. Many came back to feel the nostalgia. Others came back with their kids to let them experience what they experienced.
But today.. Was a gruesome day.
A child, bit by an animatronic. The doors to the diner were closed until further notice, trying to find who caused this to happen and why.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
The doctor glanced at the broken child, pity in his eyes. A yellow teddy bear with a purple bowtie and hat, sat on the small table next to the bed, staring directly at the him. It's eyes were empty, hollow.
"...Don't worry son... We will fix you right up... I promise." And with those words, he left, the door slowly closed behind him.
A red light suddenly glowed and a figure stood there. They slowly went up to the child, a look of.. Anger and lost in their eyes.
"Why... Why did you fucking do this...?!" They asked, gritting their teeth.
It wasn't the animatronic's fault, it was HIS. His brother, the one who was suppose to protect him. No, instead he SCARED this poor soul every day, wearing that damn Foxy mask.
They looked away, tears slowly streaming down their face.
"What do I do... Andrew..." They croaked, gripping the small railing.
"You miss them all that bad don't you Zevras?" The voice in their head asked calmly.
They didn't respond, instead they glared at the Fredbear plush.
"...I sense this child is.. Disturbed."
They looked back at the boy, his head fully bandaged. A tube ran out his mouth, enabling him to breath. Amd they felt it, the small little forces of nightmares. They knew this child was disturbed by the animatronic's after everything his brother has done. Maybe...
"I wonder if... They remember you.. Zevras. Or should I say, Jet."
They winced. It has been.. A LONG time since they have been Jet. It's how the animatronics remembered them as, Jet. A boy with glasses and short brown hair. He took the original gang and the toys off the industry's hands and made them new again, back when the new and IMPROVED pizzeria was there. They tore it down a little afterwards and built Fazbear's Fright on top. He got a phone call, wanting all the animatronic's back to "help" with the fright. However there was something.. Off. The employee there, Steven, would gesture him away from some locations. It was... Rather odd, considering how he wanted to see how his friends were doing. One night, he snuck in and searched around, meeting Springtrap. Springtrap was.. Shy and hardly ever spoke. But soon, they bonded and Jet taught Springtrap how to talk, walk, the usual. He would come back every night, meeting with Springtrap and was still trying to find his friends. Eventually, he did, only to find the toy animatronics heads in a box and Andrew and the original crew burned and torn apart. The toy animatronic's played their role, giving cake to the lost children, to regain them. They planned this out WAY before they were giving back to the company amr they succeeded. They gave their final goodbyes and Springtrap burned the place down, ending it all.
But... It wasn't over yet. Not yet.
"Are you ready to meet your old pals one last time Jet..?" The voice asked.
They changed shape, becoming the boy they knew and loved so dearly.
"Let's do it."