A/N: I'll just clear up a few things about this story before we start.

1. For this story, FNAF 2 is a sequel, not a prequel.
2. I never said FNAF 2 isn't a prequel. It can very well be a prequel.
3. For accuracy purposes, the night guard salary has been changed to $7.25 an hour.
4. BB and the Puppet/Marionette will not be appearing in this story.

PART 1: A BUILDING

What can I do about this? Surely, there's nothing I can do, but something just pulled at me, trying to convince me to do something. I sighed as I sat on the stage, both of my legs dangling over the edge as the kids crowded around me. I couldn't help but smile—they could always cheer me up.

Freddy and Chica walked off the stage for the last time. For only a short period of time, we have been left on free roaming mode at day as well as night, allowing us to actually interact with the kids for real since the bite. It still pained Freddy to think about the incident.

They actually did reopen Foxy's cove for a short period of time last week, only to find that Foxy, being in the state of disrepair he was in, was too frightened to walk out in front of the children. He would do nothing but hide behind the curtains, even though he had the ability to leave at any time. Once the employees got onto him, they shut him down early and moved him to storage.

The company stopped hiring night guards after Mike Schmidt's so-called 'sack'. By the time he left, there was just a bit over a month left until the day the pizzeria was slated to close.

And today was that day. December 15, 1995. Our last day in the spotlight. I looked to Freddy, then to Chica. I could tell they were afraid of going back into storage after today. We all were. It was inevitable, but still, they wanted to find a way to avoid the same fate as Foxy, being left to rot in the dark room.

The last birthday boy of our time here was sitting at a table with his friends. He had just turned seven, and I heard his name was Harold. That's all I picked up from conversations around him. The adults, and there were plenty chaperoning the many children who were running around, were all gathered at a single table.

They all sung happy birthday to Harold. We sung along with them, too. It felt gut-wrenching for us to sing along—we usually didn't because we often followed the singing of 'Happy Birthday' with one of our own songs. It wasn't our best, but I have to say that I was able to hang in there for the one character who doesn't sing.

The song ended. We played one of our songs for Harold, and once that was over, we were left to roam freely around the pizzeria. Naturally, we were to hang out with the party, so that's what we did.

Then I caught sight of Harold. His party hat was on in a silly fashion, but he wasn't as hyped as I would normally expect the birthday boy to be. Rather, he looked worried. I glanced around and saw Freddy and Chica still with other children.

I approached him slowly. He tried to hide his worries by placing a fake smile on his face, but I've seen enough. "Hey, Bonnie," he says to me in a cheerful way. Those bright eyes stared at me. Clearly, he was worried.

"Okay, what's the matter?" I ask him. I kneeled down next to him so my eyes met his. My ears folded down to listen to him. It wasn't necessary, but I still did it anyway—it was natural.

Harold sighed deeply. "Are you really leaving us forever?" he asks.

I thought to myself for a moment, trying to figure out a way to answer this. I can't lie, but I can't just simply say "yes" either.

"We'll never leave you," I finally answer. "Even when we won't be able to see each other in person, all four of us will be right here." I placed a paw on his chest.

Harold put his hand on his heart when I removed my paw. He stared at it for a while. "Even Foxy?" he asks.

I nodded. "Even Foxy will be there, even if he can't be here now."

Harold just stood there, completely dumbfounded. I could tell the next few years of his life would be a struggle without us. Something was just tugging at me to try to convince them not to do this, but I knew it was too late. I barely caught sight of a tear forming as he tried to look away.

"Aww, come here." I held my arms out to him.

He came forward to face me, eye to eye. Then he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his cheek against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him gently, careful not to hold him too tightly. "I'll miss you guys," he says.

If I could have cried, I would have done so right there. "I'll miss you too."

The day came to a close, and for the last time in a long time, we saw the light of day through the windows. The sunset scorched the road as it always did every evening. We couldn't help but look at the backstage every once in a while. The sign on the front door flipped for the last time, displaying the word 'CLOSED' to those outside.

And we were all lined up near the door that led backstage. One of the engineers, Kirsten, was inside. I took one last glimpse at the building before I stepped into the room. Upon taking that first step inside, I blacked out completely.

When I woke up, I saw two faces staring at me. I was facing a ceiling. I twitched my ears a bit. How long have I been out? It seemed like forever. My face felt weird. I couldn't move a single bit.

"Bonnie?" says one of the two. "You awake?"

I moaned. I've never seen anything like this. What is going on? From what I knew, we were to be shut off for good, but I'm awake right now.

I sat up, thinking everything over. The two in the room backed off a bit, and one of them positioned himself behind me.

My mind suddenly came to the others. They weren't here! I hopped to my feet and scrambled for the door, struggling through the arms of one of the people here. "Freddy! Chica! Foxy!" I yell out.

"We'll need completely new ones!" says the one who was holding me. "Turn him off!"

My eyes widened, though I continued to struggle to reach the door. With no luck, the world in front of me went black.

I became aware of what was going on sometime later. "Second try. I moved it over, tinkered with it a bit. But if we want to stay on schedule, this has to work. If not, then two things could happen. One, they would have to delay everything and something will happen to us, or two, they're going to reopen the place and add Bonnie later."

Again, I twitched my ears, but I didn't open my eyes yet. I thought of everything I already knew about myself, starting with the simplest things.

"My name is Bonnie," I whisper to myself, trying to adapt to the voice box. "Bonnie the Bunny. I'm from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I am an animatronic. My best friends are Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chick, and Foxy the Pirate Fox."

Another voice, unintelligible, erupted in the room. It was quickly hushed by someone else. "Hush! Let it be!"

I opened my eyes and sat up slowly, looking around the room. It was quite stale. It was mostly empty, occupied only by a surplus of spare parts and the two right here.

Next thing to do was to stand up. I rose to my feet to find that I towered over the two. My ears almost reached as high as the door.

Looking over myself, I found that I was mostly light blue with white at the belly. The casing was hard, like plastic or something. I had buck teeth and four dexterous fingers on each hand.

I looked over to the two in the room. The one on the right raised his arms in victory. "Yes! It worked! Just wait until he sees him! Oh, this reopening is going to be so good!"

The other nodded and grinned. "Yep, and we've still got a bit of time to spare as well! Here, let's get him out of here so he can see them."

"You sure Freddy and Chica are done? We replaced them completely, but they asked us to move some things over for this one."

The one on the left nodded again. "Yeah, I think they should be good to go."

They headed over to me. One of them went behind me, and the world went black again.

I woke up again. I was on a stage this time, facing an empty array of dining tables. In the far back to the right was a door and some windows, revealing the outside world. The sun was just rising.

As far as these dining tables went, every seat was decorated with two balloons. The covers on the tables had confetti designs. Next to me laid a guitar.

I took a few steps on my own and soon found myself off the stage. I was about three rows back. Looking back at the stage, I found both Freddy and Chica beginning to move. Party string and lights decorated the setting. A banner lined the top, displaying the words 'GRAND REOPENING' in big white letters. There were posters of Freddy, Chica, and me on the walls.

I could see what was outside. I rushed over to the glass and peered outside. Several cars zoomed by my vision. A sign dangled on a hook, displaying the word 'OPEN' on my side. That probably meant those who read it from the other side saw the word 'CLOSED'. It would explain why the interior of the building is still empty for the most part.

But if the parking lot had to be described with a single word, 'empty' would be the single worst word that anyone could possibly use. It was packed with adults and children alike. Most of the children held balloons, and I could spot a balloon vendor outside selling them. Some of the children were already playing around as they waited. A red ceremonial ribbon was placed in front of the door, a group of people standing behind it. There were speakers on each side of the ribbon.

I continued to look around the place. The side of the dining area led to a series of two hallways. I turned left, which led me to a hallway that ended with a room. In front of it was a sign that said, 'Parts & Service'. It turned left before the end, leading to a much longer hallway with two rooms on either side. It ended with an office, where I could spot a figure staring at me.

I peeked into the rooms on the sides. Each room had two rows of tables and chairs. The plates on top of each table were aligned neatly, topped off with either a green or a purple party hat.

I decided to head back to the dining area, as the place was about to reopen in a few minutes.

"There you are, Bonnie," says Freddy as he walks up to me. "We were wondering where you've been."

"Really," I say. "I was at the party rooms."

"Oh. Okay. Just making sure you know when we're going. Be ready beforehand."

I nodded, and Freddy walked off, back to the stage. I snuck behind the front desk and found a calendar on the wall. A certain date was circled: Monday, July 27, 2009. It was labeled, 'Grand Reopening Day'.

As I came out from behind the desk, something in one of the pockets caught my eye. It was an article titled, 'FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA TO REOPEN AFTER 13 YEARS AND 7 MONTHS'.

I glanced at the clock, finding that I had about five minutes left. "Whatever. I'll get to this later if I feel up to it," I say.

"You're up! Get out!" says a voice. It came from the show stage. I glanced over there to find both Freddy and Chica leaving through the back exit. They were being led out by a man in a suit.

I looked out at the parking lot before following Freddy and Chica. We went around the building to the front, finding the crowd of adults and kids in the parking lot. All the employees were already positioned behind the ribbon. Many of the kids have stopped running around by now and were with their parents.

Someone handed a microphone over to the man while someone else gave ceremonial scissors to Freddy. The man turned on the microphone and tapped it to test it out. "Test, test, one two three, can everyone hear me?" His voice reverberated on the speaker.

Most of the crowd responded. "Yes," they all said.

"Okay, good," says the man, holding a smile on his face. "My name is Charles Heston, manager of the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Cheering erupted throughout the crowd, which Heston silenced almost immediately. "It's been a long journey for all of us, but now it has finally been completed. After demolishing, after redesigning, after rebuilding and endless testing, everything has aligned just how it should. In all, this cost us a lot to do, especially the animatronics."

More applause in the crowd. Heston allowed it to die down before continuing. "Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. Specifically with the animatronics. They are upgraded with the newest facial recognition technology. These playful machines, holding their places in the hearts of children, can also sense danger well before it arrives. We can assure you that all incidents of the old location will never happen again."

Mr. Heston went on to speak a bit more. I could tell some of the children were beginning to grow impatient, as many of them were looking up to their parents.

After another few minutes, Mr. Heston handed the spotlight over to Freddy, turning off the microphone. We all stepped forward, Freddy holding the ceremonial scissors wide open around the ribbon.

"I'm surely hoping you can all hear me," says Freddy. Most of the kids cheered. "Well, anyway, let's do this on the count of three!"

More cheers, which Freddy had to let die down before he could start.

Once the parking lot had gone quiet for the most part, Freddy started.

"One!" the three of us say.

"Two!" more people were joining in.

"Three!" the entire crowd exclaims. Freddy snipped the ribbon.