Hazardous

The south wing is a rarely trodden section of the Pizzeria for the animatronics. But one journey there starts the chase of a lifetime for Bonnie and the rest of the Fazbear animatronics…

Chapter One: Bonnie has a pretty normal day: singing with the Fazband, seeing the smiling faces of children, and then finally going into night roam to guard the pizzeria in his six hours of sentience. But upon going to the rarely-trodden south wing with a friend, he notices something new.

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Chapter One: The Annex

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When one is an animatronic, they don't have much to look forward to. They live day-to-day on dreary, repetitive code in programming, with no sentience whatsoever. They didn't even live life, not in the correct sense, and that was an unfathomable thought for many. The thought of not existing… absolutely inconceivable.

Bonnie recognized that he was very lucky in that respect. He was alive, truly sentient, even if it was only for a brief amount of time in the dead of night. He wouldn't even exist without that complex AI, and he didn't just know it, but he appreciated the fact that it existed.

The large purple rabbit walked at a casual, thumping gait, his plastic red eyes sifting the area around him for any out-of-place happenstance. That was to no avail; he only saw the neat rows of seats and tables with colorful party hats on top of them, ready for the party that would indubitably happen the next day. He sighed, the sound vaguely resembling the whirring of a machine. Then he closed his jaw and continued on the patrol.

Very rarely was anything at all out of place at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza at night. Bonnie knew that as he walked through the short, dark hallways to reach the backstage storage room for all of the spare parts. That room was a work in progress; most every night, even nights where endos needed to be resuited, he worked on cleaning the room. Of course, it was such a wreck that it was hopeless, but it gave him something to do. He liked things nice and neat. Besides, with enough time, he held to the high hope that one day the room WOULD be nice and clean.

In the dark room, Bonnie started arranging the heads so they all faced the right way, right towards the camera. And he carried on, humming peacefully to himself, for perhaps about an hour.

One hour. Not six.

He was interrupted by a loud clanging sound right behind him. He jumped and rotated his head one hundred and eighty degrees to see a certain yellow chicken standing in the doorway, her lilac eyes wide and her orange beak, lined with teeth, wide open. Around her were at least two hours' worth of spare parts.

He sighed, annoyance in the sound, as he turned around, allowing his head to fall back into the correct place. When he spoke, he didn't sound annoyed, however much he might have felt it. "Chica. What brings you here?"

The bird animatronic looked absolutely shocked for just a moment at her mess, an uncharacteristic thing for her, but then snapped out of it. "I was just gonna ask you something."

Getting a mental picture of the kitchen and the pizza strung out upon it, Bonnie replied, "Well, what is it?"

"I want to explore the annex."

The annex was the section of Fazbear's that was furthest from the entrance and the office. A maze of hallways, game rooms, and party rooms comprised the place. It was very rare that Bonnie went there, even on endoless nights. He still had the room to clean, after all.

The purple rabbit leaned over and tenderly picked up one of the fallen masks, one of Freddy, and he sighed upon the sight of a large dent in between the eye holes. "Go ahead and have at it. You're a free bird." His voice had a note of weariness in it; that was undeniable.

Chica put her wings on her hips, knocking over at least three full heads with loud clangs as she did so. "I decided that I wanted some company."

Bonnie's ears twitched at the top. One of his eyes followed suit. "Okay… Why me? Foxy's always game for an adventure."

Chica stared at him as if he'd asked an incredibly stupid question, with one of her purple eyes twitching. "Oh, I don't know… because we're friends!" She waved her wings emphatically. Then she huffed and crossed those same appendages. "You never want to eat pizza with me."

Well, in his honest opinion, his aversion to eating pizza was perfectly understandable. He hated the mess it made of his fur and innards, and besides, he couldn't even taste it.

"Now I have several more nights' worth of cleaning to keep me busy as well," he retorted, motioning towards all of the metal parts that had been knocked down.

Chica's eyebrows lowered. "I'm lonely, and we never spend time together. Please!"

Yeah, that was something he could agree on, no matter how upset he got. Chica and he never spent enough time together. Despite her… Chica-ness, she really was one of Bonnie's best friends.

He gave the fallen masks a forlorn look and then replied, with a long, tinny sigh, "Alright, Chica. We'll go explore."

Chica smiled and threw her wings up in the air in a celebratory gesture. Several more spare parts, including an inactive endoskeleton, fell to the ground. "Great! Let's go!"

Then she quickly grabbed his paw and dragged him out. All he could do was avoid stepping on the parts and risk damaging them further.

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The south wing's main hallway was connected to the large main room of the pizzeria, where kids played arcade games and ran around like they usually did. It had been where Bonnie had free-ranged throughout the day back before the Bite of '87, interacting with all of his little friends. Yellow tape ran across the entrance, bearing huge black text that read "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" across each piece.

Chica grinned widely at the entrance, her eyes light, before walking right through it, breaking the security tape in the process. Bonnie followed suit.

Some obstacle, Bonnie thought, a little smirk coming across his muzzle.

Anyway, the main hallway of the annex was floored by checkered in black and white, like the majority of the back areas of the pizzeria. The walls were a plain white color, and had specks of dirt and various bacteria growing along it. Some streamer-type things with shiny foil stars of assorted colors were strung across the ceiling, though Bonnie's ears would easily pull them down. A few pizzas were colored onto the doors, which were plentiful.

The hall itself was properly L-shaped, too. It had doors branching off into the game room, the maze room, and the other part of the hallway, which contained the doors to the Party Rooms.

Posters were also hung on the wall nearest to Bonnie. They had the usual pictures on them; Freddy beaming, the words "FUN TIME" captioning the picture, of Chica on stage with her mouth wide open with "EATING TIME" emblazoned next to her, and finally, of Bonnie himself, in a picture taken before the bite, with "PARTY TIME" on him. They were the exact same ones as were in the East Hall, where Chica approached her beloved kitchen and the office.

"I look pretty good in my picture, huh?" Chica quipped, noticing what he was looking at. His head turned to see that the chicken was smirking.

"Well, not as great as I do." Bonnie chuckled a bit after making the statement. His ears flicked as he scanned the posters once again. How fun it was, seeing oneself on something as large and noticeable as a poster.

He only really noticed the fact that long, rolled-up pieces of paper were on the ground, the same size as the ones on the walls. Thinking nothing of it, Bonnie leaned over and picked one up. A rubber band secured it in its rolled up form.

"A poster," Chica remarked, raising one eyebrow. "What's on it?"

"Obviously I still need to unfurl it," Bonnie deadpanned in response. He narrowed his eyes at the little bit of rubber. How should I remove this…? He softly touched it with his metallic paw, and then tried to grip it. What he got was the slippery little thing sliding between his fingers. What?! Hot embarrassment pouring over him, he fumbled with it, his movements getting more and more frustrated with every attempt.

Chica laughed shortly at his expense, just further flustering Bonnie. "What?" the purple rabbit borderline snapped, a certain thickness to his tone.

Smirking, Chica responded, "Alright, Bonnie, let me get this."

Then, quickly and easily, she pulled on the rubber band, snapping it in half.

Bonnie glanced rapidly between the bird and the now unfurled poster. Was that how rubber bands were supposed to work?

Chica grabbed the poster from him and unwrapped it, holding it sideways and then correcting it. Her eyes widened as if she was horrified at what she saw. Bonnie noticed his boisterous friend's sudden quietness and heavily stepped over to get his own look.

What stared back at him was his very own friend Chica, doing some sort of dance. But it was a different Chica. That Chica had long, wavy feather tufts on her head, and a bib with "Let's Party" across it in yellow and orange text. A glowy blush was next to the neat-toothed beak on that Chica's face. Even weirdest of all, that Chica was skinny, with a long pink skirt on.

Bonnie would have made a joke if Chica hadn't looked so utterly horrified at what she saw. "What do you think it is?" he asked her, wondering if she had come to the same conclusion. It'd make sense, considering the shock on her face.

"Me," she got out, still staring at the poster. "But I don't look that ugly, do I?"

Bonnie shook his head resolutely. 'Ugly' wasn't the right word for the bird in the poster, but he did agree, Chica looked less… weird. "That's not what you look like at all," he assured out loud. His red eyes narrowed. "But if it's not you, then who is it?"

Chica shook her head, groaning loudly. "I don't know," she snapped, glaring at the poster. "This is weird." She hit it away with a quick swipe of her wing. Then she quickly leaned down to grab another, yanking the rubber band off once again. After a minute of staring at it, in shock, she said, "Bonnie… I think this is supposed to be Freddy."

She pushed the poster into his paws. He scanned every inch of it and saw that yes, it was a bear… but it was so utterly impossible that it was Freddy Fazbear. The face was so differently shaped, and it has splotchy pink things on its cheeks that looked like some kinds of terrible rashes. It had a black top hat with a red stripe through it, and a black bowtie, though.

Overall, he had to disagree. "This can't be Freddy," he responded, looking up from the poster and at Chica. "Look at those splotches on its cheeks." He jabbed at them for emphasis. "And that muzzle is too smashed in to be healthy."

Chica crossed her wings. "Well, what is it if it's not Freddy then, Bonnie?"

Bonnie's ears twitched irately at the tone of voice she'd taken on. But he responded as evenly as he could, "I don't know. I really don't know."

The question was haunting, though. If those, dare he say it, abominations, weren't supposed to be them, then why were they there, right next to those posters of the Fazband? Were they… replacements? New animatronics? Just a cruel trick by some laughing graphics designer?

He hated the first thought. If Chica and Freddy were being replaced – he still dearly doubted that the bear was Freddy – than what did that mean for him? What did that mean for his family?

The haunted look in Chica's plastic purple eyes betrayed that a possibility equally as bad had occurred to her.

Bonnie quickly rolled up both posters and threw them against the wall haphazardly. He readily admitted that he was unnerved by them. "Come on, Chica. They could have been… cruel jokes by the graphics designer."

Neither one of them believed that. But Chica still nodded. "Alright…"

She was definitely skeptical; she had that trail off in her voice. He truthfully was as well. But it was something that Bonnie figured they couldn't worry about. "Come on, let's go eat some pizza." He put a metallic paw on her shoulder. He gave it a gentle tug before he got any response though.

"Let's eat," she agreed, a bit vaguely. It seemed to register with her a moment later what he was really offering, though. "Wait, we can eat pizza together?"

He forced a smile. "Uh, sure. We can't get all preoccupied with this, after all."

Chica's smile faltered for just a moment… but then returned, as crooked-toothed as ever. "Okay, let's go!"

Chica marched, as quickly as she was used to, down the hallway, grinning. Bonnie glanced at those posters again. Whatever he said or thought a second ago, he wouldn't forget about those posters.

I'll visit again tomorrow, he resolved. He ran after Chica in attempt to catch up before adding mentally, if there are no endos.

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Hey there Fazbear fandom. PatchTheProdigy here, bringing to you chapter one of a story I've been writing: Hazardous! This story takes place in between the two Five Nights at Freddy's games, I'm thinking. I've loved the game (I've gotten close to beating 20/20/20/20 on the MOBILE VERSION!) and especially the lore behind it, especially the fan lore. You'll see some ideas inspired by some of my favorite writers in this fandom, among the likes of which are Delta-V, Cenobia100, and The Gentleman Xerneas.

Regarding the rating and genres on this story: I rate the story T as a warning to people that this story will contain some overall sombering occurrences. The story will have a good many genres, though, I believe: suspense, friendship, family, horror, adventure, and even a bit of romance. Like any good epic, this will be a hopefully fine slurry of palatable flavors.

I'm really excited to tell this story, though, guys! I hope that you come to enjoy it!