"Whoa, what's this? Chaper 1? Again?! betabug01, what are you doing? You're supposed to be working one Chapter 11! What are you playing at?" you ask yourself as you begin writing your angry death threats. And mate, I'll tell you. J-Just calm down. No need to get so hostile! You see, when I first started doing these stories back in 2015, they...well, they wern't very good in the way of execution. Now, to be fair, I haven't been writing as long as some other people on this site, but I feel like sincie I know more about writing now than I did then, I would give some of my earlier stories a little redux. A directors cut, if you will. "But betabug01, what about Chapter 11?" you ask, and well, don't worry. Chapter 11 is coming along just fine. You can check my Deviantart for updates on it.

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"Speaking"

Thinking

It was a hot, summer's day in July and two men in a large moving van had just pulled up to a building. The building was brightly coloured and had a large sign on it reading 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria,' with a picture of the four mascots that represented the restraunt. A bear. A bunny. A Chicken...or, was it a duck?

Whatever.

And a fox.

"Well, this is the place." the driver said as he stepped out of the truck. His younger partner did the same on the other side.

"Finally, we can unload these things and you can stop being so paranoid about every bump and crack in the road!" The driver looked back.

"Hey, these things are irreplaceable. Boss would have our heads if they got damaged. It's on you if that bump in the road we hit while pulling out knocked something lose while you were pulling out. And you wonder why I wanted to take over."

"Oh, their fine! Now quit your worrying and get unloading."

The two men began unloading box after box in the fully loaded truck, making idle chit-chat as they did. "I can't wait to bring my kids to this place." said the driver's partner.

"I know," the other driver replied. "I remember unloading boxes for the first place back when I was starting out. It was called 'Fredbear's Family Diner' or something like that."

"Heh. Whatever you say, oldtimer!" his partner laughted. He set down the box and went back for another. He was just about to lift it up when the driver stopped him.

"Steve, your gonna break your spine lifting that thing. Then I'll have to call YOU the old timer."

"Why's that? It's just a-" Steve looked at the print. It read 'Bonnie 2.0.' in large, black letters. "Oh...heh…yeah…Grab the dolly in the cab, will ya' Bill, and help me lift this thing." The driver did as his partner told him and the two continued to talk as they loaded the box onto the small cart and brought it down the ramp.

"I heard these updated guys are a thousand times better than the old models." said Steve, steadying his grip on the dolly.

"Hey, I thought the original ones were pretty good to begin with. It's a real shame that they couldn't be carried over. Now they're just be here for extra parts." Bill replied sadly. He rather liked the old models.

"Well, at least they won't be put to waste." Steve said as he brought the dolly into the building. "Now come on. We've still got some work to do."

"I'm coming. I'm coming."

Later that evening the manager and owner of the restraunt, Mr. Andrew Q. Fazworth, was looking over his new animatronics with an engineer to make sure they weren't damaged during the delivery. A brown bear with rosy red cheeks, a black bow tie and a matching black and red top hat was the first one they looked at.

"He's seems to be in order." said the engineer, moving along. The next one was a blue and white bunny with purple eye lids, rosy cheeks and a red bowtie.

"She seems to be good to go as well." the man said with a smile. Mr. Fazworth held his breath as the engineer moved to the next one, a white and pink fox with the same rosy cheeks as the others as well as a white tail with a pink tip on the end.

"Looks good to me." the engineer said, moving right along to the next last one.

Mr. Fazworth grinned. He thought his new animatronics all looked splendid and the fact that they all seemed to be in working order made him all the more pleased. The last one was a yellow chicken with pink shorts and bib that read 'Let's Party!' on it.

"Well?" asked Mr. Fazworth, crossing his arms.

"So far, so go-...oh dear." the engineer muttered as he looked at he birds mouth.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that this one must've banged into something while inside the truck and damaged the piece holding the beak in place. If enough pressure were to be put on the beak, it could fall off." the engineer replied.

"Oh dear." Mr. Fazworth said with a shutter, imagining how terriffing the bird could look without its beak. "Can it be fixed?"

"Well, that's the good news...but it may take some time to make a new connector. This one should be fine as long as its face isn't hit hard by anything." Mr. Fazworth sighed in relief.

"Thanks, Fritz." he said, shaking the engineers hand.

"Hey, it was my pleasure." Fritz replied, turning to leave when he remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot! There're two other animatronics in that room over there." he said pointing to a room with a large, colourful sign that read 'ARCADE AND PRIZE CORNER.' "I've already looked them over and. From what I can tell, they seem to be fine. Just make sure you start them up and let them get used to this place, just like the others."

"Thanks. I will." Mr. Fazworth said with a nod. "Would one of those happen to be the old one from before?" Frizt nodded. "Yeah, I figured it woud be a waste to just throw it away, soooooo..."

"Don't worry about it!" Mr. Fazworth laughed. "S'fine by me to see a frimiliar face." With that the engineer left, leaving Mr. Fazworth alone with the four animatronics.

"Let's see just how well you four work." he said with a grin. He was excited to see them in action. With the press of a button inside a panel on the back, the new animatronics came to life one by one.

"Hello, sir." said the bear with a calm, repectful voice. Mr. Fazworth was impressed.

"Please, call me Mr. Fazworth." he replied with a smile. "I'm your owner and this is my restaurant where the four of you will be working. Now please, tell me your names."

"I'm Fred." said the bear, adjusting his bowtie.

"I'm Chi." the chicken said next, flashing a smile.

"I'm Vix." said the fox, whose tail wagged back and forth.

"And I'm Bon!" said the bunny, cheeriest of all. Mr. Fazworth beamed from ear to ear.

"Well then, I'll let you get yourselves acquainted. We open in two weeks, so I would like you all to help unpack and set up. I'll pop in from time to time to check in on you four. Please feel free to go where you want. Just don't leave the building." Whilst the three girls talked giddily amongst themselves, Mr. Fazworth spoke quietly to Fred.

"Fred, I'm leaving you in charge. Make sure that nothing bad happens to the others." Fred nodded.

"Yes, sir." he said politely. And with that Mr. Fazworth left them alone. But before he left the restaurant, he took a right and headed down the hall to a room know as the Parts and Service room. What he saw inside saddened him. There, sitting around the room, were the original four animatronics.

"Oh, if only you four could be active again." he sighed. He closed the door and sadly proceeded to leave the restaurant.

"Maybe I can help with that."

"Well, it's just us four now." said Bon with a smile. She was the most excited out of all of them. She didn't really know what a restaurant was, but whatever it was looked big, colourful and fun!

"Well, you heard Mr. Fazworth." Fred said, taking his assigned role as leader. "We open in two weeks. Let's get to work."

"Aw, come on Fred, it's out first night here. Let's do something fun instead!" Bon pleaded.

"Yeah Fred, Bon's right." Chi chirped in.

"Yeah!" Vix followed up. "Can't we wait 'til tomorrow?"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?" the three of them said, staring at the bear with big, puppy dog eyes. Aw, shucks. How could he say 'no' to that?

"Well...okay." the bear conceited. "But tomorrow, we get started. Deal?" He was met with, not a 'deal,' but a loud cheer from the three girls.

"What should we do first!?" asked Bon excitedly. Vix thought for a moment. Then, she had an idea.

"Tag! Your it!" she said, tagging Chi's arm before running off. The blue bunny almost didn't have time to react before the bird lunged at her.

"Not for long!" she laughed as Bon ran away. She chased the blue bunny all the way down a hall that ended in a dead end. Panicked, Bon ran into one of the Party Rooms and immediately found herself trapped. Before she could turn around and run back out, the bird had already caught up and tagged her arm.

"Tag, your it!" she called as she ran out the door. Bon laughed and followed the chick out of the room. Vix, who had followed them down the hall, watched as the bird and bunny burst from the room, laughing and squealing. Bon charged straight at the fox, tagging her as she ran past.

"Tag! Vix's it!" she laughed. Vix smiled as she gave chase. Fred watched as Chi re-entered the room, followed by Bon and Vix. Before the brown bear knew what was happening, Vix tagged him on the shoulder.

"You're it!" she called, running away as fast as she could. Fred chuckled as he joined the game.

"Ha, we'll see about that!" he called, readying to chase the fox down. Unbeknownst to them however, there were four other animatronics sitting in the Parts and Service room. And one of them was active once more.