Introduction

Bonnie

Bonnie's first memory was waking up at seven AM, and knowing his name was Bonnie. He felt tall and cold. He looked down to see a segmented pink and purple body and a red bow tie. His arms felt heavy, like a five pound weight was pressing on each of them. He heard his arms making mechanical whirring sounds as he moved them. He felt his chest. It was metal. He felt his head, and the feeling of cold hard steel greeted his hands. His face, what was wrong with his face! His jaw was filled with blunt teeth, and he had a large nose. The top of his head had these large ears, like a...bunny. He started to panic, but he couldn't tell why. If this was his first memory, why did this feel so wrong. More importantly, why was he metal and alive. He couldn't feel his heartbeat, so how was he even moving.

Bonnie took stock of his surroundings. He was in a room full of robotic heads. A few were of bear and a chicken. Then he noticed one on the main table, next to a metal skull. The skull was very lean, with camera-like eyes with small red pupils and a set of teeth held together with springs. The head next to it was of a bunny. It looked exactly how his head felt. It looked...empty though, incomplete. The head had a small slit near the back of it's head, large enough to fit the small metal skull in. The head was filled with many small wires and metal parts, meant to fit with the metal skull. Bonnie picked up the metal skull in one paw and shoved it into the empty head. Now it looked right. Bonnie heard someone or something running loudly through the halls. Bonnie looked around and finding nothing else of use, walked out of the room and decided to follow the source of the running, each of Bonnie's steps falling on the ground with a hollow metal clank.

Chica

Chica woke up at 7:00 AM to an annoying metal spinning sound. Like something was caught in gears. Chica felt she needed to address herself as Chica. Chica felt...yellow. She hated yellow. She looked around, and as she did her head made that same spinning sound. She really hated that sound now. Chica felt tall and…weird. Her whole body felt heavy, like someone was pressing on it from all directions. She looked down and saw her whole body was segmented and a horrible shade of yellow. She was wearing a bib that read "Let's Eat!" Chica thought this was stupid for obvious reasons, such as the fact that why was she wearing a freaking bib. She didn't feel right. Her head felt wrong. Her arms moved up to her head, again with the spinning sound. This was gonna drive her nuts.

Her head was bad. When she touched it, the cold touch of metal kissed her hands. God her head felt weird. She not only had a beak with teeth in it, but sunken eye sockets that pressed deep into her head. "This sucks so much" thought Chica, "but why does it suck, and more importantly, is this my first memory?" Chica was thinking about this for a while until she suddenly became hungry. She rushed to the kitchen, surprised she knew the layout of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza so well. How did she know what this place was called?! She'd have to think about this later. She got into the kitchen and started rustling through the pots and pans, trying to find something to eat. After finding nothing, she moved to the cabinets, eventually finding a block of cheese. She opened her mouth and dropped the cheese inside. She chewed the cheese up with a pair of teeth she had behind her normal ones (for some reason). She heard the cheese rattle to the bottom of her body. She felt fine now. Hollow, but fine

Foxy

Foxy woke up at about 7:00 AM. He knew his name was Foxy, and that was certainly how he felt. The first thing he noticed was that everywhere was dark. Good he didn't like being seen; or maybe he did? Foxy couldn't pin down his exact feelings on the matter at the time. He did however know one thing. He felt tall, dark, and rather dashing if he did say so himself. "If I feel this dashin', mateys shan't have a problem starin' at me. However I have a problem with them starin' at me; or maybe I don't." His thoughts surprised him a little, as they were in a gruff pirate voice, which he thought was pretty sweet. He tried to find his way out from the darkness, only to be greeted with a metallic clicking sound as he walked. Like someone was winding up an alarm clock. He felt...slow, like he could move alot faster than he was. Foxy experimented. He took a few steps, testing his "normal" moving speed. Than he moved as fast as he could.

Foxy ran. He ran forwards at a blinding speed, past the darkness, past the curtain that concealed him, and into the light. The first thing he saw was a large red snout protruding from his face. He looked down at the rest of his body to find that his torso was a red rusty color; the only thing that ruined it was that his body was broken up into segments. His arms were also similarly colored, with one of his hands being a sharp hook. He wore some tattered shorts; he twisted his head around with a mechanical turning sound to find that he also had a fluffy tail.

"Boy" he thought "I must be a pirate." The light was coming down from a few windows in the ceiling, and Foxy felt the sun kiss his metal body. He knew he was metal of course, he could tell from the sound of the steps he took. He just wanted to know what he looked like. He looked around the room trying to find a mirror. He eventually found one that was covered by a palm tree. Foxy was taken aback by how good he looked; or maybe he looked bad. His head resembled a fox, he had multiple sharp teeth, pointy ears, and an eyepatch. "Blimey" He thought "I am a pirate. This be awesome!" Foxy liked his body, and wouldn't trade all of Pirate Cove for it. "Huh" he thought "so that's where I am." Foxy didn't question it, as he guessed that that he must have lost his memory somehow (and was turned into metal).

"This must be a curse!" thought Foxy "And if this is still new, the scallywag that cursed me must still be in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" Foxy guessed that he knew these things because the curser didn't do a good job on the curse-ie (being him). Foxy decided to run through the halls to get to the curser quickly.

Freddy

Freddy woke up close to 7:00 AM. He knew he was in his restaurant, he was near the stage, and with the fact that he had to perform in thirty minutes. Freddy loved children, pizza, and singing. What Freddy didn't know was what he was made of. He could barely see in the darkness, but he could feel. He felt his chest, and what he felt was beautiful. A segmented metal body, complete with a bowtie. "This is glorious!" thought Freddy. He found his way out of the room he was in, each step resounding with a metal clomp. Freddy looked back with a sort of metallic whirring sound. He was in a sort of stage, but now he was currently occupying the center of a dining room. The tables were very shiny, so Freddy could finally get a good look at his glorious body. He had a tawny body, with a red bowtie and a small tophat. His head was a different, beautiful story. It looked like a large bear's head, complete with two small ears, with two vaguely sunken eyes, and a jaw full of blunt square teeth.

"This is just glorious!" There was no other way to describe it, and Freddy thought the word fit, well, gloriously. Freddy wondered why he knew the things he knew, along with how he had such a diverse vocabulary. Freddy took a shot in the dark and guessed that it was due to a very selective memory, and he just had a psychological problem. He didn't that metal could have any psychological problems at all, but then again he didn't think that metal could be alive and have a distinct personality either. Freddy decided he had had enough of this room, as the party hats looked like they were laughing at him. He started to walk through the halls, until he heard a rustling in the kitchen area (he didn't question why he knew these thing anymore), and decided to find out who the intruder was.