Hello once again, everybody! This is the second, and last, installment of 'We're Not Monsters'. If you haven't read the first half, you can find it on my profile! This second part is about the events of 'Five Nights at Freddy's 2', when we meet our gang at the Fazbear Pizzeria. I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this.
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Freddy surfaced from his deep sleep as one would surface through a sea of oil; desperate and scared. Memories flood through his processors, overloading his circuits in the process. His body, reanimated by a flash of power, was stiff from disuse and the effects of time. Clumsily, Freddy stumbled from his power unit and fell weak to the floor. His giant hands, trembling with anger, balled into fists as all that Freddy could think of was Maggie Fazbear.
"Freddy…?"
"Freddy!"
A hook and hand seized him upon the floor, clutching at his body to still the fit of seizures the bear's servers were experiencing. When his body finally gained control, a soft weeping voice broke the silence between them all.
"She's not gone," Freddy stressed the words, hardly finding the strength to say them.
"Mate…"
Chica wrapped her arms about one of Freddy's. "We'll be talking more about that later," with a heave, she drew up the bear from the floor. "Just take it easy, there's a bench over here you can sit on."
Carefully, the two machines hoisted their brother up and walked him to the bench.
"You've been asleep for a long time, Freddy."
"… and a lot has happened."
Freddy's head rolled to a side and his piercing, blue eyes rolled up to meet the gaze of his companions. "…what do you mean?"
"It… it ain't easy to explain," Chica told him, nervously. "It'd be best if you just… see."
Foxy stood by Freddy's side as Chica neared the backroom curtains. With a gentle lift, she pulled back the curtain allowing a beam of light to shed through the darkness of the backroom. Beyond the curtain's veil was the steady laughter of children. Music flooded the air and there was happiness. Freddy sat with unbelieving eyes. A rift between time appeared before him as he saw the life he used to know. Weakly, he lifted himself from the bench and approached Chica's side to see the extent of this mirage.
"Where are we?"
"They're calling this 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. Someone bought us, Freddy!" Chica excitedly smiled as her voice carried the weight of hope. A hope that Freddy did not share.
"And what about Fred and Maria? Are we to just forget everything?" The bear pushed, the spark of anger fast behind his eyes, the like of which forced Chica to cower.
"That ain't what we're saying—" Foxy tried to no avail.
"—And what about Maggie?" Freddy shot back. "She's out there. Are we just supposed to forget about her?"
"Freddy—"
"—where's Bonnie?" Freddy asked as he caught a good glance around the backroom.
A still moment ran between the machines as Foxy and Chica shared a solemn glance. Without a word, they led their weak companion through the back hallways left in dust. Upon the venture, Freddy snuck more peeks through the curtains of time. Children were happy and playing. They danced around a stack of toys and books to the tune of a music box. At last, the three came to the final door. As Foxy opened the door, Chica stepped aside and turned her head away. Crouching against the far wall was Bonnie. His hands lifted and covered his head lowered in a bow. Foxy and Chica remained in the hall, giving the two the privacy to talk.
"… Bonnie?" Freddy hesitantly spoke before kneeling before the cowering rabbit.
"… go away."
"What's wrong?" The bear tried again. "You don't have to be afraid of me."
A shudder ran down Bonnie's back as his hands began to tremble against his brow. "It's not that," he quietly whispered, a cry beginning to rattle his voice box. "I don't want you to be afraid of me…"
Freddy's eyes shifted over Bonnie, searching and fearing what was being hidden from him. After a moment's pause, the bear's look returned to the hands that hid away Bonnie's face.
"Show me."
Slowly, Bonnie's fingers retreated. The rattling cry grew louder. They curled into his palms in the way spiders curl their legs upon death. Darkness took the place of his hands, and past that dark void shined two, red eyes. Glittering in their unnatural light were the frayed wires and boltless, metal bones of the rabbit's decaying body. Freddy felt himself retreat—but stunted the act. Still, he could not tear his eyes away from the vacant hole hollowed out of Bonnie's face.
"Bonnie…"
"Please," the trembling rabbit forced, "… I want to be alone."
Unwilling to push his friend any further, Freddy lifted to his feet and looked down upon the rabbit. "We'll fix you, Bonnie. I swear it."
There was no reply to his oath, but one was not needed. Freddy made his way out into the hall where Foxy and Chica waited. Unwilling to speak anymore of it, the bear declined to seek his companions' advice on the matter of Bonnie's condition, but instead walked onward in silence.
"There's something else you need to know, too," Chica quietly told Freddy as she bounced along in the attempt to keep up with the towering machine.
"What else can there be?" Freddy shot down the idea with haste. "I don't think I can handle anymore for today."
"Well," Foxy shrugged, "It's not particularly a bad thing, mate."
"We'll have to wait until the place shuts down for the night to show you. You'll get a kick out of it, I bet." Chica smiled.
"—don't push your luck," Foxy laughed. "He'll be pleased, I wager. Nothin' more than that, love."
"Until night then," Freddy reluctantly agreed.
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It was late by the time the children left and the doors were closed. At last, Freddy was allowed to explore the rooms that still shined with the children's happiness. He looked upon their toys and their books, unable to believe that any of this was real. Across the building, Chica and Foxy led the bear until finally they came to the end of the hallway. At the other end of the hall, a light flooded a security room where a young man sat. His eyes flickered up past the monitors before greeting the machines.
"Being good, guys?" He asked in monotone.
While Freddy froze before his eyes, Chica walked up the hall before softly laughing, "As good as we can be, sir."
"Keep it up," the man sighed, turning his attention to a winding button that began to flash.
Chica returned to Freddy's side to see him staring down upon her with confusion streaming behind his eyes. Again, she laughed. "They let us walk around here. No need to hide or keep secrets anymore."
"Pretty good, eh?" Foxy smirked before tapping an elbow into the bear's arm. "Come along, then. There's a bit more."
Further they led Freddy who followed slowly behind. His eyes looked across the banners and posters. 'FAZBEAR' they read in bloated red letters. If this was truly a Fazbear store than why was he behind the curtains during opening hours? All these questions, and more, filled the machine's processors. That was until Freddy entered the room where Chica and Foxy waited.
Before him, there raised a small stage wrapped in streamers and colorful decorations, but it was not the stage that had him standing still in shock. Standing at the front of the stage, staring down at the original Freddy was a polished clone. Beside him, a mirror of Bonnie and Chica stood.
"What is this?" Freddy warily asked.
"Guess we were bought as blueprints to these gents." Foxy said as he crossed his arms about his chest. "They're like us in almost every way…"
"… Except they're more advanced," Chica finished with a glance. "They've got some chip in 'em. Something that taps into the police database. It lets them identify everyone. It scans all the adults and can stop them from hurting the children. Isn't this great, Freddy? They're really going to make a difference."
Freddy returned his eyes up to look upon the face of his replacement. Over a decade of memories and names, a decade of dedicated service… and he was left to rot. Beside him, those closest to him stood and they did not care. How could they not see it? How was this something to celebrate?
"This doesn't make any sense," Freddy began, trying to find the words as he looked over the Toy animatronics with distaste settling on his wires.
"We had a good run," Foxy told him. "But, we ain't the machines we used to be, mate. I don't want to live to see the day I become some collectible stuffed in a glass. They're letting us die with some dignity, old boy. It's best we could ask for."
"I am not dying," Freddy growled, "and I am not a toy to be manufactured. This isn't what Fred and Maria wanted."
"And how would you know that?" a voice came from the stage, causing the three original Fazbears to turn at the sound. Upon the stage, the toy bear came to life. Instead of glowing color emitting from the toys' eyes, there sat a single white light in wide darkness. "Fred and Maria wanted to bring happiness to children… that is what we are doing."
"Don't you dare act like you knew them!" Freddy snapped. "You don't know what they would have wanted."
"And neither do you," the toy Chica reminded him.
"—maybe this wasn't the best idea," Foxy mumbled as he watched Freddy try to advance the stage with only a short Chica holding him back.
"Freddy," Chica warned. "Stop it. You've been through a lot, you just need to rest, dear."
The bear ripped his arm from Chica and gave her a glaring look before turning back toward the stage. "Fine—fine… you said you have power to access the police database."
"That is correct," the toy Freddy replied.
"You would know about crimes, wouldn't you? Reports filled, suspects… you could help me-"
"Our chips were not designed to infringe on the privacy of others," the toy Freddy replied, sternly. "Though we have been informed of your current situation. During your shutdown, you experienced power surges that fried your circuits. You are faulty in both action and mind. Not only are you unfit to perform, you are unfit to protect the children. Our chips will not be used so you may harm innocent humans."
"No one is innocent," Freddy shot back, angrily. "I could find Maggie with it… I can still fix this—fix everything."
"The knowledge of the child and the crime reside solely with the police department. The matter is now in their hands. All we can do now is protect the other children."
"—that's not good enough!" Freddy shouted.
"—that's it, c'mon," Foxy placed his hook against the curve of the bear's shoulder. "You're done for the night, mate. We'll talk more of it tomorrow."
As the hook rested down, Freddy shrugged his shoulder away. Without a word, the bear walked off down the hall. When Chica went to go after him, Foxy caught her hand and held her back. "He just needs a minute alone, love. He'll be all right."
With a nod, the two left the hall and walked back toward their backroom. Meanwhile, Freddy continued down the foreign halls. Against the ceilings, he saw security cameras swiveling back and forth. The lens adjusted and followed him as he walked, but he tried to pay it no mind. When Freddy came to the end of his walk, he sat upon a large, stripped armchair that sat vacant in the pizzeria's prize corner. Softly twinkling through the air was the soft sound of a music box. Perhaps that was what drove Freddy to find solace here. It reminded him of the song Maria used to hum as she sewed their suits. Such sweet memories were now tainted by the feeling of abandonment. Freddy's hands lifted to hold his head as he tried to suppress the sadness he was still unable to bear.
Slowly, the music box wound down until the last note played and haunted the stillness of the room. Lost to his own thoughts, Freddy did not hear the wooden door of a chest open nor did he hear the breath that brushed against his fingertips… but he did feel it. Hesitantly, Freddy lowered his hands. As his eyes lifted, he stared into the black, gaping eyes that danced so close to his face.
"Hello, Freddy."
Its voice was eerie and light as it dripped from the painted smile. As it drew back to stand, Freddy was allowed full sight of it. Its limbs were long and thin, like spider legs painted in black and white stripes, bending and folding against one another. Enthralled in his awe, Freddy did not speak, but the dancing figure did not seem to mind.
"It's been a while," it drawled as it floated across the room, its eyes never leaving Freddy's. "How are you?"
"Who are you?" Freddy asked, fearful of the answer.
"That doesn't matter now, does it?" The figure floated closer, its wires strung it up to the ceiling, but who was moving its wires? "No, I don't think so… but I know what does, oh yes, I do, I do."
"Then say it," Freddy demanded.
"The children, Freddy! It's the children. Aren't they the only ones that matter? Not their mothers or fathers, not their aunts or uncles—oh, no… not them, not them," the marionette purred a laugh. "It's the children, Freddy. Anyone else, why, they're expendable, don't you think?"
"What's your point?"
The face stopped dancing.
"What would you give to see Maggie again?"
Freddy's bolts froze. The frowning, painted face stared down over him—but wasn't that once a smile? There was a thick silence between them, a silence filled with fear and awe. No longer did Freddy wish to be here, but how was he expected to leave?
"What do you know about Maggie?" Freddy begged, to which the face only smiled.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" The marionette sighed as it floated toward the door. "I believe it's time for my nightly stroll. You're power must be getting low, Freddy. Why don't you come back tomorrow and we'll speak more. I do love our visits."
With that, the marionette slithered out into the hall and was gone, leaving Freddy with more questions than answers.
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