Greetings to all FNAF fans or curious readers, this is Fazbear Escape, not your ordinary FNAF Fanfic as you will soon discover...

But I guess that is the idea to fanfiction, dealing with the what ifs of creative writing and judging by the sheer size and depth of the FNAF Fanfiction achieve alone, many ideas have taken root.

This story is a reinterpretation of the original story, so it shares a lot of strong similarities with the original plot, but it will also be very different in ways which people won't except, meant to introduce the theme of mystery, not everything is clear cut.

I aim to deliver an interesting story with an engaging plot, including in depth and loveable characters, be they good or bad.

At the same time, I will be including songs into this story, as I view them to be an important tool in commutating chapter or character themes to the audience, there won't be songs for every chapter though, but we'll see.

I want to give special thanks to Fanfictioner Da-Tenshi Setsuna, who in their stories, demonstrated the importance of interlinking songs be they related to FNAF or not to the art of story telling. (Check their FNAF stories out, they're quite interesting with engaging and loveable characters, especially their OCs).

Finally the vast majority of characters in this particular story will be human based, not robots, I wanted to give the plot an element of being unique, something different from the ordinary to help make it stand out.

Also this is my first ever fanfic, so please be kind should I happen to make several grammar errors, but constructive feedback in reviews is more than welcome.

With that being said, enjoy...

Comedy Monarchy out

(Haven't fully worked out the mechanics of Edit Document, so apologies if the chapter's layout seems pretty basic, I'll eventually get the hang of it.)

(I do not own the cover image as previously stated, that is FNAF4 by RukiaAngle from Deviantart, I am only using it for the purposes of this story to provide a dark setting, nor do I own Five Nights at Freddy's, that belongs entirely to Scott Cawthon of Scottgames.)


Chapter 1

Five Nights at Freddy's.

"When seeking revenge, dig two graves, one for yourself."

Douglas Horton

There was the hard grinding screech of old rusted hinges as Freddy opened the back door to the Pizzeria's roof, pushing it open full circle.

It was quite a challenge with the door itself being fire proof, hence being made from a strong, thick and durable metal. Yet even old age had taken its toll by the year twenty fifteen. Once finished with his task, Freddy turned around to face the others.

They all looked eager to go and leave this dump behind, their hopes were high for a new life...a second chance.

All the packing had been done beforehand, in this now empty, decaying and filthy pizzeria, only the Fazbear family remained.

"Ok, Mike's airship is waiting for us upstairs, let's go," he said, stepping aside to make space for the others.

"Everything is done, you can give this place your personal farewells."

"I'll carry BB up then," Chica announced, proceeding to instantly scoop him up into her arms.

He didn't take it lying down.

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" BB protested, kicking and screaming with all his might as Chica only merely tighten her grip.

Freddy sighed, he wished that Balloon Boy could be more cooperative for the occasion, after all this would be the last time they would ever see this place again. He turned to Toy Freddy, his younger counterpart, light blue eyes met dark green.

"Toy Freddy, can you go and take care of Puppet, but make sure to lift her out carefully," he ordered to which Toy Freddy nodded and immediately went over to the Puppet's Music Box which was stationed at the far end of the Pizzeria.

Amidst Balloon Boy's vocal protest at being carried up, Freddy's eyes looked around in search of Goldie, aka Golden Freddy, the much older counterpart to himself and Toy Freddy. "Where's Goldie, it shouldn't be taking him this long to get Springtrap?" he asked aloud, hoping that someone would answer him.

"Over here Freddy."

Freddy turned to find Goldie, dragging with all his might an unconscious Springtrap through the open doorway that led down to the basement, being careful not to cause him injury.

Freddy upon seeing him struggle, ran over to help.

"He's still unconscious I'm afraid, obviously, he's not in a good state after decades of neglect," Goldie stated, as he and Freddy pulled Springtrap across the floor.

"Although I shouldn't be surprised, given how long he has been asleep for," Goldie remarked, he then paused to think.

"Thirty-seven years in all I think."

"Still, we're leaving no one behind," Freddy muttered to which Goldie nodded in response. "I was able to keep him attached to his nutrient bag and everything else, so he should be good for the long ride to Jeremy's," Goldie said joyfully. He was trying his best to keep a steady grip on the essential medical components which had kept Springtrap alive in his coma state.

Slowly, they dragged him like a body bag over to the foot of the stairs where the others had already gathered. Immediately, Freddy began to give out orders.

"Ok, everyone else head up to the roof, Goldie can you carry Springtrap up-"

Then suddenly from the direction of the front doors, Foxy burst in like he was on fire, running into the main dining area with panic written all over his face.

The young man in what was clearly an old worn out pirate's costume didn't stop for breath as it looked as if Death himself was chasing him.

"CAPTAIN, THE PURPLE GUY IS HERE, AND HE HAS AN ARMY OF ENDOSKELETONS WITH HIM!"

"WAIT WHAT, PURPLE GUY, ENDOSKELETONS!" Freddy shouted, shocked yet struggling to grasp with Foxy's words.

"THEY'RE RIGHT OUTSIDE THE PIZZERIA!" Foxy shouted back, racing towards the group as fast as he possibly could.

He pointed with his hook in the direction from which he had come.

"THERE'S HUNDREDS OF THEM, THEY JUST TURNED UP OUT OF NOWHERE!"

"QUICK, ABANDON SHIP!" Toy Bonnie yelled, proceeding to grab Bonnie and throw the girl over her shoulder, before rushing up the staircase towards the roof top without a moment's notice. "WHAT THE?!- PUT ME DOWN, YOU MORE FEMININE VERSION OF ME!" Bonnie screamed, bashing her fists against her back, but Toy Bonnie's grip held firm.

Then came the sounds of the front doors being bashed open, glass shattering, wood splintering and then snapping. Metal groaned in agony as it was bent and misshaped by whoever sought to gain entry. "Oh God, they're breaking down the doors," Toy Chica whispered in her horror, gripping onto her older counterpart, who was too distracted by all the noise to notice, even with BB thrashing about to get free.

Although once he realised the situation, he immediately stopped and joined the others in their fixed gaze towards the source of the sound.

Instantly as fear began to spread throughout everyone's minds, Freddy picked up the mantle of leadership as he often did.

"Everyone up the stairs now, Foxy, can you-"

Foxy was already uplifting tables and chairs before pushing them towards the main corridor that lead to the front entrance, trying to buy them some much needed time.

"Yes. . ." Freddy muttered.

"Do that."

Whilst he turned to the others, his mind began to fill with numerous yet unanswerable questions.

"This is all too soon…why is he here now?"

"Why would he return right out of the blue?"

"What could he want this time?"

"Freddy what do we do?" Toy Chica asked, shouting to be heard over the chaos, her words brought him out of his chain of thoughts.

"You and everyone else get up the stairs right now!" he ordered, running over to help Foxy. "Just get to the airship, Foxy and I will buy you some extra time."

Not needed to be ordered for a third time, Toy Chica along with the others legged it up the stairway. Chica cradling Balloon Boy in her arms even though he was too old for that. Goldie followed them close behind having to carry the unconscious Springtrap over his shoulder. It was right then that Toy Freddy returned, carrying the Puppet in his arms, she looked shocked with her bright white dots for eyes darting about in all directions, reacting to every sound in a nervous manner.

"What's going on, aren't we leaving now?" she asked urgently.

"It was a bit of a struggle trying to get her out of those strings of hers," Toy Freddy muttered, presenting the Puppet to Freddy.

"You didn't need to haul me out, I could have done it myself, thank you very much," she retorted, her black jet hair flickered to side as she glanced back to give Toy Freddy a glare of frustration.

She wasn't one to be bossed around.

"Take her up now, everyone else is already up there," Freddy replied, tilting his head in the direction of the back door. Toy Freddy nodded and proceeded to run up the stairs with the annoyed Puppet in his arms, she frowned, but didn't struggle, there was no point given the gravity of their situation.

Then there was an almighty deafening groan of metal, which meant that the front doors were about to give way.

"FOXY, COME ON!" Freddy yelled, as the walls shocked with the sound a loud snap, followed instantly by the noise of the front doors hitting the once polished tile floor.

Then it was quickly drowned out by the sound of multiple metal feet hammering the floor as the unseen intruders pilled in like a wave of frenzied zombies. Foxy finished with the last of the barricades before racing back towards Freddy.

"Everything's ready captain, permission to leave the ship?" he asked, coming to attention like a sailor.

"Really, Foxy, now of all the moments to do this," Freddy thought, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, let's go, those barricades won't hold for long-"

Then suddenly the barricades shock violently as something or rather somethings collectively charged into them head on.

The wood buckled and splintered.

Out of the emerging gaps, thin metal skeleton like hands appeared…. endoskeletons and there were lots of them, hundreds maybe.

However, Freddy and Foxy had already ran out of the room, slamming and locking the back door shut behind them. "Goodbye much beloved Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria," Freddy announced joyfully with a sarcastic undertone, locking the back door shut.

"And maybe you rot in hell," he cursed under his breath.

"Come on Freddy, the others are waiting!" Foxy groaned, urging to him move faster.

Freddy upon completing his task, turned round and shoved Foxy up the stairway.

"I know that, Mike said he could only keep his invention in hover mode for so long," he stated as they raced up towards the roof.

"Then let's go and be done with it mate!" Foxy replied, running off ahead of him.


Meanwhile the barricades finally gave way and the endoskeleton horde descended on the abandoned inner rooms of the Fazbears' home. Their grey eyes, thin metal skeleton like frames and the constant static sound which they emitted from their voice boxes filled the air. Some scuttled around on the floor on all fours like ants, but most walked across the cracked tile floor like the average human being.

If encountered individually then they were easy to handle, but as a group they were quite deadly and they were not without a leader. Emerging out of the shadows behind the endoskeleton horde and carrying a modern scope rifle, a man with purplish hair stepped in. He wore what was an old looking purple uniform with the tattered yellow Fazbear logo stitched onto its upper shirt pocket.

Stepping over the broken smashed pieces of wooden chairs and tables, the endoskeletons parted before him like the Red Sea supposedly did before Moses.

Vincent Afton was his name, also known as Purple Guy…child murderer and former staff member at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Standing in the centre of the main dining area which was littered with debris and held all signs of a hasty exit.

Vincent's dull, cold green eyes casted a glance in both directions.

"Mmm. . . search the entire place from top to bottom quickly, capture anyone you see and bring them to me, no killing," he ordered plainly to which the endoskeletons proceeded to carry out his orders without question.

"That right is reversed for me. . .alone," he muttered with an under tone of anger as he watched them raced in all directions like a pack of wolves on the hunt.

With that done, he then examined the backdoor, he knew where the Fazbears had most likely gone, he had even seen the airship hovering over the Pizzeria when he arrived, but he wanted to be sure that some of them weren't hiding anywhere else. The door itself was made of steel, about thirty to sixty centimetres thick, he could tell simply by looking at it, it was a fire door and it needed to be tough.

Despite its age, it would be hard to break down even with all the combined strength of the endoskeletons.

"Mmm...time for a little explosive I think," Vincent remarked, now smiling as he reached round with one hand and pulled a C-4 out from his back trouser pocket.

He soon attached it to the door's lock and primed it ready, before taking a good several steps back and then simply waited for the charge to detonate. The resulting blast caused the door to swing wide open, banging against the wall with a loud deafening metallic clang. "Oh, walking through a Fazbear wonderland," he sang, striding through the open doorway triumphally before proceeding to climb the stairs. He checked his gun to see if he had placed the right ammunition in, better be safe than sorry when it really counted.

"Set to kill, for today I'm in a joyous mood," he declared as his horde of endoskeletons crawled up the stairs behind him like a swarm of ravenous insects.

As he suspected they hadn't found anyone else down here, therefore the Fazbears had to be on the roof.

Speaking of which…


When Freddy and Foxy finally reached the rooftop of the Pizzeria, Purple Guy's attack couldn't have come at a worst time. Mike's airship was hovering above the roof with a rope ladder dangling from the hatch which led into the ship's interior. . .but no one was getting on board.

You would think so given the situation. . .but no.

Bonnie was outright refusing any help from her Toy counterpart, even though she would need her help to get on board the airship. Chica was of course wresting with Balloon Boy, who had reignited his fight to become free. Meanwhile Toy Freddy was trying to carry the Puppet up the ladder, but now she was insisting that she did it herself and wasn't cooperating in a friendly manner, proceeding to claw him with her fingernails.

"LET ME DO IT, I AM NOT LIKE BB, I AM NOT A CHILD!" she argued, pushing against his grip, but Toy Freddy simply wasn't having it.

"PUPPET, I'M ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU!" the Toy roared back.

Mangle, who was actually the only Fazbear onboard, was crawling around the airship's cockpit using her endoskeleton arms to grip the ceiling, while Mike was trying to get the ship's engines to power on full blast. "Come on, you son of bitch, don't give out on me now," he groaned, twisting the key in the ignition.

He had spent several good long years, nearly a decade in fact trying to prefect this airship, so why wasn't it working now.

"Smash it with a hammer dear, that's what I'd do," Mangle stated humorously, whilst crawling across the ceiling like a lizard.

"And damage everything else, no thanks," Mike muttered humorously giving the ignition another try.

"Jeremy said he had checked the engines before I left, oh I am so having a word with him about this if I make it to Chicago."

Meanwhile outside, Toy Chica, had the opportunity to climb, but was too busy screaming at the sight of dozens of endoskeletons climbing up the outer walls of the pizzeria. Only Goldie could achieve his aim of getting the unconscious body of Springtrap onto the ship. Although it was a bit of a struggle carrying up someone who weighed the same amount as you on a rope ladder.

"Here you go, nice and comfortable," he said sounding quite satisfied, as he strapped Springtrap into his allocated seat and making sure that any of the vital medical compartment hadn't been damaged. "Stay still damn you, I'm trying to help!" Toy Freddy shouted, trying to constraint the Puppet, who was refusing to climb up the rope ladder.

"I WANT OUT, I WANT OUT!" Puppet screamed, kicking her legs into Toy Freddy's knees, which whilst it didn't hurt him, only further served to anger him even more.

Freddy turned to Foxy, everything was clearly becoming chaotic.

"Lock the door, quickly before-"

BANG!

A bullet raced up the staircase, just missing Foxy's left shoulder and went right through Freddy's top hat.

That couldn't be fixed any soon.

Freddy slowly reached up and took his hat off, examining it in a state of pure shock. "My hat...since nineteen eighty I've worn this hat, on many stages this hat has been by my side to entertain children and adults." Quickly Foxy turned and saw Vincent smiling, as he walked proudly up the staircase with his rifle in hand, not to mention his horde of endoskeletons following on behind him.

Foxy instantly proceeded to slam the door shut and bolted it, before grabbing Freddy, who was still in a state of shock about his hat and raced towards the airship.

They all needed to leave and fast. Bonnie, however had just about had it with her more feminine counterpart.

"Just let me do it ok, I don't need your help, I'm a capable woman like you," she said, throwing her arms up in frustration.

Toy Bonnie just sighed and rolled her light green eyes at her counterpart's fiery reddish purple pupils.

"Fine, if you won't let me help you, then you leave me no choice," Toy Bonnie stated with her arms folded.

"Thank you, now if you excuse me, I must-"

Before Bonnie could start climbing, Toy Bonnie immediately grabbed her waist and threw her upwards.

"AAAAIIEEE!" She screamed.

It was half a success, as the upper half of Bonnie had gone through the hatch, but her lower half stuck out with her legs kicking about in the air. "Well, you were asking for it," Toy Bonnie muttered scornfully under her breath, as she climbed up after her.

Toy Freddy had by now tied the Puppet's strings to his body, so she couldn't attempt to break free. "Finally, we're making some progress," he hissed through gritted teeth, as he started to pull himself and the Puppet up towards the entrance hatch.

"Come on BB," Chica called, pulling Balloon Boy close to her chest as she climbed up the rope ladder.

Toy Chica was the last one to follow, as the airship began to struggle with maintaining its ability to hover due to the added weight of its new passengers.

Mike had finally got the engines working with full power, but the endoskeleton horde was now climbing onto the roof and the roof top door itself was buckling against the strength of the endoskeletons on the other side. No sooner had they clambered their way onto the rooftop, all the endoskeletons proceeded to make a beeline for the airship.

"We need to buy Freddy and Foxy more time!" Chica exclaimed, watching from the airship hatch as hordes of endoskeletons converged on the airship.

"We can't stay for long or we're dead!" Mike shouted, preparing the airship for lift off.

"I'll keep this thing stable for as long as I can, Toy Bonnie, use the gun turret quickly!" he ordered, pressing a series of buttons on the main control panel.

"Since when did you have a gun-"

Suddenly the floor opened beneath Toy Bonnie with everyone else watching her fall through. She landed safely in the seat of a gun turret, with a throttle for movement and a trigger to fire.

Instantly a million questions popped into her head. "Don't ask questions Toy Bonnie, just roll with it," she muttered to herself, pressing down on the throttle's trigger as she pushed all questions aside.

The gun turret opened fire with its high-powered cannon barrels, blasting away multiple endoskeletons with a single shot as they were shredded from limb to limb. "YEAH, NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL MAKING PROGRESS!" she shouted, causing Chica to laugh with amusement, watching countless endoskeletons getting cut down in the explosive bullet storm with various body parts flying everywhere all over the rooftop.

Chica kept on laughing. . .until she looked down.

"Err guys, a little help please," Freddy cried, reaching up with his hands as the increasing gusts of wind caused the rope ladder to move further away from the pizzeria's roof.

"No use Captain, the winds have it," Foxy stated, also trying his best to jump.

Then the roof door gave in, being bashed wide open, the impact nearly knocked it off its hinges. Out of the carnage stepped Vincent followed by more endoskeletons.

He instantly saw the dire situation Foxy and Freddy were in.

"My my my, what have we here," he chuckled, bringing the rifle's scope up to take a shot.

"It's just like shooting children in a barrel. . .far too easy."

"Come on Freddy, grab my hand," Chica pleaded. who was down on her knees and reaching out of the hatch with her hand, hoping to grab hold of Freddy's. However, just as she was about to grab his hand, a shot rang through the air, causing her to flinch and miss. Vincent was obviously firing at the rope ladder, trying to stop Freddy and Foxy from escaping.

He then turned his attention to the cockpit and fired at Mike.

The shots burst through the cockpit window, but luckily Mike ducked in time.

"Oh, no you don't, you psycho bastard!" he stated, pulling hard on the ship's steering wheel, this caused the airship to turn away from the roof that way Vincent couldn't shoot him.

"NO!" Chica screamed as her second attempt to reach Freddy only just missed by an inch.

"MIKE, WE CAN'T LEAVE THEM!" she yelled in desperation, as more and more endoskeletons crawled towards the airship, despite the best of Toy Bonnie's cannon fire.

"IF WE STAY WE'RE DEAD!" Mike shouted back, trying to be heard over the propellers.

"THERE'S TOO MANY!" Toy Bonnie screamed, as the neverending endoskeleton horde advanced through what was effectively hellfire. The sudden movement of the airship caused everyone onboard to stagger briefly, meanwhile Vincent's endoskeletons raced towards Freddy and Foxy. "COME ON, JUMP UP, I'LL CATCH YOU!" Chica screamed, leaning even further out to grab hold of either Freddy or Foxy.

Toy Chica, saw her counterpart's distress and dropped down onto the rope ladder, she swung it around and grabbed hold of Freddy's hand. "Gotcha, what's a band without its lead singer hey," she said, trying to crack a joke whilst she pulled him up. "What's a ship without it's pirate," Freddy stated, pointing with his free hand at Foxy, who was still trying to get hold of the rope ladder.

"Err captain, a little help would be much appreciated!" Foxy shouted trying to jump upwards, as Vincent turned his attention to the lone figure on the roof.

"Well, well, well, fox at twelve clock," he muttered, steadying his rifle.

"SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKER!" Toy Bonnie shouted, turning the turret round and firing a burst of cannon fire at Vincent.

He instantly dived to the ground, unlike his fellow endoskeletons who got blown to pieces before they could even react.

Chica leaned further out and was able to grab hold of Foxy's hook.

"Mmm. . .mmmm, your. . .too. . .heavy," she groaned through gritted teeth, as her muscles were stretched to breaking point.

Vincent was annoying Toy Bonnie, no matter how steady she aimed the turret, she just couldn't seem to hit him.

"WHY CAN'T I KIILL YOU OF ALL PEOPLE GOD DAMMIT!" She yelled, firing burst after burst at Vincent and his endoskeletons.

However, Vincent wasn't so easily suppressed, whilst laying on the ground, he turned to his endoskeleton servants. They were the ones who had been wise enough to hit the deck like he had. He then pointed at Toy Bonnie, who he could clearly see in the ball turret.

"Distract her for as long as you can," he ordered, hugging the floor to avoid the firefight that raged on about him. The endoskeletons immediately nodded and rushed towards Toy Bonnie on mass without any care for themselves. "CHRIST ON FIRE!" Toy Bonnie shouted, turning the turret to rip shreds into the hordes of endoskeletons which were trying to attack her.

With Toy Bonnie distracted, Vincent slowly rose back to his feet and took aim with his rifle.

"Foxy, give me your other hand," Chica pleaded, leaning out as far as she possibly could.

Foxy reached up with his other hand and-

BANG!

Freddy looked at his clothes, they were splattered with blood, but he had not been hit.

There seen to be nothing, but utter silence as Foxy with an open mouth, slowly looked down to see a gaping hole in his abdomen.

It looked messy to say the least.

"Oh...that...will require...some stitches," he murmured faint heartedly, as blood dripped down his clothes.

"Do we have…"

He appeared to go limp, with his eyes closing, it quickly occurred to the others that he was losing awareness.

"FOXY!" Chica screamed, as Foxy slipped into unconsciousness.

Freddy instantly reached out and grabbed him with his free hand before Foxy's weight could become too much for Chica to bear. He turned and saw Vincent now aiming at him, their eyes locked and it wasn't for the first time.

Light blue met a dull lifeless green.

"Little bear went down to the woods today excepting a big surprise," Vincent mentally chuckled with his finger on the trigger.

He had a clear shot, now to just pull and-

Suddenly the rifle was ripped out of his hands by an unseen force.

"WHAT THE BLAZES!" he yelled and then he saw her. . .the Puppet leaning out of the hatchway above the others, using her long puppet strings to pull the rifle away. "WHY YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Vincent growled, grabbing the rifle and pulling it back towards him, he had completely forgotten about her ability to use her ropes as a weapon.

Meanwhile, Goldie and Toy Freddy, who had since given up all hope of getting the Puppet to sit still in her seat, appeared by the airship entrance and helped the two Chicas pull Freddy and the unconscious Foxy inside.

Puppet then pulled her strings back towards her, ending her tug of war with Vincent. She did it just as Mangle, having cleaned airship's exterior free of any endoskeletons, crawled back inside. Immediately Goldie proceeded to pull up the rope ladder and then slam the hatch door shut.

He then locked it tight, completing the act.

"WE ARE ALL ON!" He shouted, raising his voice to be heard over the chaos. "GOOD, NOW WE CAN LEAVE THIS FORSAKEN DUMP!" Mike yelled back, pushing the accelerator handle forward, thus making the airship's propellers spin faster.

He then grabbed his walkie talkie, opening up a communications channel.

"Mangle how's the rudder outside?" he asked.

"Since I last checked, she's endoskeleton-free sugar," came Mangle's cracked voice through the receiver.

"Are you inside now?"

"Yes, I'm inside with the others, there's nothing else left for us here," she replied, sounding very happy that this was finally happening. "Good, now let's fly," Mike muttered, as he turned the rudder wheel far to the right. The airship was now too far away for any of Vincent's endoskeletons to climb onto. However, that didn't stop Toy Bonnie from firing at them. "DIE, DIE, DIE, EVERYBODY DIES!" She shouted in a fit of immense rage, firing at point blank range into the hordes of endoskeletons that crowded the rooftop of the pizzeria.

After seeing Vincent shoot Foxy, she was rightfully pissed.

The airship then did a one hundred and eighty degree turn and proceeded to fly away over the rooftops of the surrounding town, getting smaller and smaller in the distance. Away from the endoskeletons, away from Vincent. . .away from the past. However, that didn't stop Vincent, he quickly changed his ammunition for something less lethal and more technical, before aiming at the rear of the ship and fired.

The device hit its target and latched on.

"You may run. . .but you cannot hide. . .you just can't," he said smiling, amidst the burning wreckage and malfunctioning parts of destroyed endoskeletons that littered the roof top.

He then felt the tug of something on his sleeve, making him turn and look down.

It was an endoskeleton, one which had survived the hellfire of Toy Bonnie's shooting spree.

"Sir, what should we do now?" it asked, in a plain and clearly robotic voice as due its programming. Vincent thought for a moment, his smile dropped as he turned back to look at the airship which was now a dot in the far distance.

"Phase one hasn't worked out as I planned, but I suspected that it wouldn't," he muttered, he was speaking more to himself than the endoskeleton.

"Hence why we have multiple backups."

He then turned back to face the endoskeleton in question, his eyes briefly scanned the rooftop, it was littered with numerous destroyed endoskeletons. He had lost a good number, but he had even more endoskeletons to cover today's losses.

"Gather the dead, repair those that can be and basically just amuse yourselves until the big guns arrive, then we move," he ordered.

The lone endoskeleton nodded, before sending out the commands telepathically to all its nearby counterparts. They received the instructions simultaneously and immediately proceeded to carry them out.

"I'll be down in the main office if anyone needs me," Vincent stated, forgetting to mention that part previously.

Inside he smiled, the pizzeria was now his, his old hunting ground.

Whatever the Pizzeria intended to mark itself out to be, people only remembered Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for two things and two things only.

Mystery and death...


"QUICK, GIVE HIM CPR!" Toy Freddy bellowed, as Goldie and Freddy quickly carried the unconscious and seriously wounded Foxy to the back of the passenger compartment, with Chica holding onto his hand all the way.

"PLEASE LET HIM LIVE, PLEASE!" she sobbed, trying to read his face for any sign of movement.

There was nothing, not even the flicker of his eyelids.

"COME ON WAKE UP!" she screamed, hoping that her emotionally charged words would stir him awake.

However, something grabbed hold of her shoulder, making her stop, she turned to see that it was Freddy.

"Chica, please can you go and sit down and-"

"NO!" She shrieked, grabbing onto Freddy's blood-stained clothes and pulling him down to her level.

"Please, I can help Foxy, I've preformed medical procedures on children in the past," she whispered calmly, despite having a tear streaked face and breathing in a panicked manner. "That bullet went in deep Chica, the kind of medical procedure that Foxy will require is beyond giving a child CPR when a piece of pizza has gone down their windpipe," Freddy replied softly, his bright blue comforting eyes staring into Chica's shiny, vibrant green.

"It's not the same field."

Even then, the last time he had seen Chica preform any kind of medical treatment was long ago, about twenty years at least.

"I can handle this Freddy, I have read medical books in my spare time. . .I know what to do in a situation like this, I can at least help Goldie and Toy Freddy," Chica pleaded, hoping to convince Freddy of her understanding of the world of medicine. "Please, just let me help them," she begged, pulling a little extra on his clothes to get her point across. Freddy thought it over, he couldn't deny that she would do everything in her power to help, she had always held feelings for Foxy since they first met.

"Ok, nurse him back to health like the mother hen you are," he said smiling, deciding to let go of his doubts. Chica then unexpectedly hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Thank you Freddy and you know I will," she whispered, sounding very relieved.

She hugged him before rushing off down the aisle to join Goldie and Toy Freddy at the far end. Freddy stood for a moment, thinking things through, but mostly what had just occurred within the last ten minutes. They had just been able to escape, and now Vincent Afton, the metaphorical Purple Guy had returned, after last being seen twenty odd years ago.

And he had somehow got a massive army of endoskeletons at his beck and call.

It may have only lasted for ten minutes, but it was a lot to take in.

Suddenly he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion pass through his body, he staggered as he stepped forward, hoping to balance himself.

Luckily, Bonnie, having already noticed rushed up and caught him in her arms.

"Are you ok?" She asked, sounding worried as she pulled him upright, so he could regain his balance.

"No... I feel very tired for some reason," Freddy replied holding his hand to his head, this tiredness was very sudden, maybe it was the adrenaline dying down.

"Well sit down then," Bonnie suggested, leading him to a nearby seat. But Freddy instantly pulled away, he had much bigger things on his mind. "No, I need to see Mike and then check up on Foxy, I want to give him support and help out," he argued. Bonnie, however grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him right back, she wasn't going to let this lie. "Foxy will be well looked after by Goldie, Toy Freddy and Chica, Mike is fine as he is with flying this thing, you on the other hand need some rest," she stated, digging in her feet to prevent him from escaping.

She began looking around, hoping that this wasn't causing a scene. "You're obviously tired from your recent brush with death," she stated firmly, hopping to get her point across. Freddy of course struggled with her, but in his exhausted state, Bonnie was physically stronger and forcefully pushed him down into a nearby seat.

"Let me go, I need to see if everyone else is ok," Freddy protested, still trying to fight back, but obviously not making any headway.

"It's my job as the head of the family."

Bonnie, however ignored him and proceeded to strap him in tightly so he couldn't get up.

"Sorry I have to do this Freddy, but from what I've come to know of you over the years and frankly that is a 'lot', you can get a little. . .stubborn for your own good."

"My own good. . .MY OWN GOOD, YOU LISTEN WELL BON BON-"

Bonnie instantly clapped her hand over his mouth and lowered herself down to his level with a serious deadly look in her eyes. Freddy instantly froze and stopped struggling, that icy look could kill if it were possible.

"Don't. Call. Me. Bon Bon, now I will leave you here to cool down and rest and if it really helps you, I will go and see how Foxy is doing...got it?" she asked, there was no sweetness in her voice, only a rogue determination.

Freddy with wide eyes slowly nodded, he was now slightly terrified of Bonnie. . .if he wasn't before.

"Good, see you soon, have nice dreams Freddy," she said smiling sweetly, snapping right out of her icy demeanour as if it never existed.

And with that, she turned around and walked off further down the aisle towards the cockpit. "But, I cannot be left alone all by myself, what if the airship suddenly falls out of the sky," Freddy called after her.

"Then just hope that someone will come by and notices you, anyway you got company so relax," Bonnie replied plainly, pausing to stop and point in his direction.

"Company, I haven't got company," Freddy remarked, looking at the seats next to him, they were all empty. He then turned in the other direction and came face to face with Springtrap, still unconscious and sitting right next to him.

The sudden and unexpected shock of seeing him made Freddy jump right out of his skin.

"AAAA!" he screamed, shocked by his discovery.

Springtrap was in a slumped position, leaning to his left with his bunny ears lightly touching Freddy's right shoulder.

At least Freddy could put on a good first impression.

"Hi there, I'm Freddy Fazbear and you are?" he asked, extending his hand towards Springtrap.

Springtrap's response was one of utter silence, as he was completely motionless and oblivious to the world around him. Freddy rolled his eyes and slumped back into his seat.

"Why must I be placed next to the mute," he moaned, unhappy with the situation that he now found himself in. He looked down at the seat belt strap, grabbing it with both hands and trying to pull it from the press lock that ran down to the side of his seat.

"She must've jammed it shut, Bonnie was always an assortative one, unlike Toy Bonnie who's not assortative and doesn't question Toy Freddy's position as her superior."

Freddy then paused to think, casting his mind back to earlier days.

"I think, unless she has said something sarcastic and he just hasn't noticed, which I wouldn't put pass the guy anyway," Freddy muttered under his breath, although obviously, no one would hear him.

He then laid back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep, after all he might as well.

"Think of the good old days Fazbear. . .think of better times," he whispered to himself, feeling his mind begin to drift off.

There were plenty of good moments for him to ponder on.

Springtrap however on the other hand was dreaming of anything but the good old days. . .


So, there you have it the first chapter, sorry if you are confused as to what's going on and why...that's the intention ;-)

At the same time, I just got used to calling Purple Guy or the Murderer Vincent, because that was the long held fan name until Scott revealed the official name as William Afton, so to satisfy both sides, I've combined the two, hence Vincent Afton.

See you next time...which is properly quite soon.