The day of entertaining children was over, three animatronics were lying dormant on the show stage. As the doors closed on the ancient relic of a restaurant, the previously limp robots began to move.
"Freddy?" The yellow chick murmured to a humongous brown bear.
"Yes?" He replied sweetly, knowing it was better to just play along with her.
"I can't sleep." She moaned.
The purple bunny slumped over on her left spoke up, "You don't sleep, none of us sleep. Stop asking the same thing every night, you ditz."
"You know you said the same thing to her last night, Bonnie." Freddy remarked.
"Well, it's not my fault she has the programming of a four year old." Bonnie snarked, to Chica's dismay.
"That's kind of mean." Freddy hinted at a smile as Chica nodded confidently, glad that Freddy was taking her side.
"Ugh, why don't you two get married already." Bonnie pouted, "Freddy, you're already dressed up." He gestured to the small top hat attached to his costume.
"People who live in glass houses, Mr. Bowties-Are-Cool." Freddy looked to Chica for a giggle, but she had already moved on to something else.
"I'm hungry." Chica blurted out.
"We don't ea—you know what, go ahead Chica, the door's that way." Bonnie decided not to bother, smiling slightly about how she was going to short circuit herself one day in cheese and tomato sauce.
Chica creaked the heavy metal door closed as she left for her usual stomping ground.
"Why does everyone always listen to you anyway?" Bonnie groused.
"'Because I be the oldest.'" Freddy mimicked.
"Don't even remind me." Bonnie snapped with immense disdain. "It's a good thing you waited until Chica left to make that crack. How is she supposed to forget if you keep bringing it up?"
"Aw, don't worry so much, Bonnie, you're pretty uptight for a kid." Freddy continued, elated at the steam beginning to pour out of Bonnie's long ears.
Chica had stopped to gawk at the childish fan art plastered to the walls. It was hard to see in the dark, but she could make out the figures of she, and her friends, Bonnie and Freddy, waving at children while Bonnie strummed his red guitar. As she worked her way down the hall, she came to a drawing of a tall, gangly animatronic with sharp teeth and a gleaming hook. She realized she hadn't seen her old friend, Foxy, in a while, and debated visiting him, but she knew Bonnie always got his ears in a tangle if she so much as brought him up. Even easygoing Freddy would get pretty worked up if she was caught in Pirate's Cove. She sometimes wondered why they didn't like him so much, they used to be such good friends, and they were programmed to be a team, after all. He was a little bit nutty, but he was a great storyteller, even the children loved his tales of adventure on the Seven Seas.
Just then, Chica heard a bang, like metal on metal, but didn't think anything out of the ordinary, as she knew it was just Foxy, bothering the night guard. Chica had already decided she didn't feel like getting into trouble for sneaking into Pirate's Cove, but what if she just 'ran in to him' at the guard's office, then the others couldn't yell at her for 'accidentally' seeing him. Feeling sufficiently diabolical, she made her way to the kitchen, and then the hallway right outside the door. She looked in the window and saw something odd, Foxy was on the opposite door, banging on it repeatedly. He seemed urgent. Chica couldn't make out anyone inside the office, though, she usually couldn't. She often came to visit the security guards, sometimes bringing harm, and sometimes just visiting. Freddy and Bonnie had always advised her to fear them, to attack first and ask questions later. However, Foxy, even though he wasn't above attacking someone he believed had less than pure intentions, had taught her to observe silently. Chica had become fairly good at slipping in and out quickly and quietly, and if she wanted to, she could even mess up the button controls for one unlucky sap without anyone being the wiser.
"Bzzzt."
The buzz of every electronic shutting down at once sounded as the barrier between Foxy and his goal dissipated. He had no choice at this point, he needed the help of the others, whether he liked it or not.
All the way at the other end of the building, lay a resting Freddy. He preferred to stay in his comfy show stage all night, and only ever roamed around when he felt like it, or at least, that's what he told the others. Maybe it was because he was lazy, or maybe he was afraid. Though, the only secret fear he would admit to himself about having, was…
"Bzzzt."
Speak of the devil. For a second, he panicked, the feeling of being surrounded and devoured by the blackness like piranhas consuming their prey in painful bloodbath lasting only a few seconds petrified him. However, once he managed to calm himself down, the feeling soured into annoyance. If there was only one thing Freddy disliked about most night guards, it was that they were so clumsy with power. He swore that he would be driven insane by now if it weren't for his special feature. Freddy had never stopped to wonder why a daytime operating bear had a built in night-light, for whenever he needed it, he was far too relieved to waste time looking a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, once his face began to light up, it was time to begin making sure Bonnie and Chica were okay, and maybe take out his anger on the night guard. Even though he already didn't have a very high opinion of night guards to begin with, there was nothing that made his outlook towards a particular guard drop like a stone more than turning out the lights.
He stomped down the corridors as fast as he could, unknowing that a certain fox was expecting his arrival. As he turned into the doorway, his headlight fell upon a strange situation. Foxy and Chica, feeling around in the dark, empty room, and something else on the ground.
A bloodstained body, wearing a night guard's uniform.