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Chica

I blinked my eyes open to see I was standing. How had I been standing when I was unconscious or sleeping? I looked down. I was wearing stylish yellow boots that stopped just under my knees and long yellow gloves that halted just above my elbows. The short skirt and T-shirt were also yellow.

Before me was a teenaged boy wearing complete brown and a small black top hat. He had what appeared to me bear ears and a microphone in his hand. To my right was another boy who was wearing purple pants and T-shirt with purple hair and rabbit ears whose colour matched his clothes.

He raised his head and looked at me with his red eyes. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," I replied, glancing around. "Who are you? I'm Chica."

"Bonnie," he answered.

The boy in brown looked up and around, finally resting his blue gaze on me and Bonnie. "And I'm Freddy. Do you know why we're here?"

I shook my head. "We don't. We only just woke up ourselves. Wait, do you hear that?"

Bonnie looked at a corner in the ceiling. "It's a security camera," he told us. "That must mean the guard is around here somewhere. Why don't we go look for him? I'll take the right, and Chica, you take the left."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"I agree," Freddy spoke up. "I'll stay here in case he makes rounds of the building. I can talk to him if he comes this way."

Bonnie and I began by roaming the tables lined in front of the stage we awoke on. There were two doors leading out of the room, and, like we had agreed, I went left, and Bonnie went right.

"Chica, wait!" Bonnie called.

"What is it, Bon?" Freddy asked.

Bonnie grinned at the nickname. "There's someone else here, and he looks like a pirate."

I walked over to him. "You're right."

The new boy had reddish-brown clothes, hair, and fox-like ears. His right hand was replaced with a silver hook, and an eyepatch covered his right eye. He had his head down as though he were asleep.

"I'm guessing he just hasn't woken up yet," Bonnie told me and Freddy. "Hey, buddy!" he whispered to the boy. "You gonna wake up?" We waited several minutes. "I guess not."

We continued our search of the building. I passed the bathrooms and reached a kitchen. Something moved within and I quickly armed myself with a large knife.

Out stepped a thin figure with black and white striped clothes. It had a white mask with purple tear streaks, a wide smile, and bright red cheeks.

It spoke with a male voice. "Put the knife down, Chica. I'm no danger to you."

I slowly put the blade down, not taking my eyes off the newcomer for an instant. "Who are you?"

"They call me the Puppet," he responded.

"What am I doing here?"

The Puppet hung his head in sadness. "You and your new friends were brutally murdered. I was able to bring you back, but not as humans."

"What do you mean by that?" I demanded.

"You, Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy are animatronics; robots."

"But we look fine!" I protested.

"I'm guessing that's how you appear to one another, but to humans you four are animal robots."

"That's the second time you've mentioned a fourth," I noticed. "Is he that boy behind the purple curtain?"

The Puppet nodded. "His name is Foxy. He'll wake up tomorrow night." He glanced over his shoulder. "You should find Bonnie and tell him what you know. Then you can tell Freddy together."

"Alright," I agreed. I moved toward the door. "And thank… you." I turned to face the Puppet, but he was gone."

Bonnie

I walked down the corridor and brightened when I saw the door. I peeked in to see the security guard at his desk, skimming the cameras.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

His head jerked up and slammed his fingers into the door light. "No!" he shrieked, smashing the door button. It thudded shut. "Ha! Not today, Mr. Bunny!"

Mr. Bunny? I tapped on the door. "I simply want to talk to you."

"Why are you still there?" griped the guard. "I don't want you to kill me!"

Kill him? "I won't, I promise. I only want some answers."

"Two of you?! You can't gang up on me like that! And what are you? A duck? I think I'm going to name you. You are Mr. Bun-Bun, and you are Mr. Happy Duck."

"I am a girl, thank you very much!" I heard Chica shout. She must be at the opposite door.

Giving up, I went back to the room with the tables.

"Learn anything?" Freddy inquired.

"I did." Chica stepped up to stand beside me.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Happy Duck," I joked.

"Shut up, Bun-Bun," she muttered.

"What happened?" Freddy's eyes glittered with amusement.

"The night guard gave us names while we stood at his doors. I'm Mr. Bun-Bun, and this is my accomplice, Mr. Happy Duck."

Freddy laughed.

"Yes, ha ha, this is all hilarious," Chica said dryly. "But I really do have important information."

Freddy and I listened to what Chica had to say. I glanced at the purple curtain when she mentioned the boy called Foxy. I looked at the clock. Five forty-five.

"We should get back on stage," Chica suggested.

"Why?" I wondered.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I just have a feeling that we should."

"I do too," I realized.

We stepped back into the positions we were in when we woke up. There was the sound of chimes, then everything went black.

Foxy

"Hey, kid, if you follow me, I'll lead you to some cake."

I looked up. Standing above me was Golden Bonnie.

I grinned. "Sure!"

Golden Bonnie rounded up four more children, then led us away from the stage to another room. There, he locked the door and removed his mask to reveal that he wasn't Golden Bonnie at all! He was simply a man in a purple security suit.

He pulled out a long knife. "Don't you know it's dangerous to listen to strangers?"

I reached for the door, but he sliced that hand off. I screamed, but it was only one of many that ensued for the next several hours.

My eyes flew open and my head jerked up. I seemed to be fine, but I couldn't feel my right hand. Looking down, I saw that I had a hook for a right hand. I sighed. Was my dream true?

I glanced around. What was I supposed to do? I decided to sing a little to pass the time.

"Da da dum dum da da dum."

"It seems Pirate Cove Man is awake," commented a male voice.

"Bonnie," a girl voice chided.

"What?" Bonnie demanded. "The night guard has funny names for us. Why can't we use them from time to time?"

"Alright," the girl relented. "But don't you dare call me 'Mr. Happy Duck'. My name is Chica and I'd like to keep it that way."

I pushed the curtain aside a little. There stood a boy and a girl. The boy was dressed in purple with matching hair and rabbit ears, and red eyes. The girl was decked out in yellow with short blond hair and pink eyes. I recognised both of them as older versions of the kids from my dream.

"Hey." The girl greeted me with a gentle smile. "I'm Chica, and this is Bonnie. The other boy on the stage is Freddy."

I looked past them to the boy in brown with bear ears and a small black top hat and bowtie.

Chica grinned. "You have a tail!"

I peered behind me and smiled. "I suppose I do. Where are we?"

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria," Bonnie replied. "You're Foxy, right?"

I nodded. "How did you know?"

"Dude called the Puppet told us. We're also apparently robots that have come to life because he put our souls in them."

"After we were murdered," I finished in a murmur.

"You know?" Chica looked concerned. "What happened? We don't remember anything besides waking up yesterday night. Could you tell us?"

I nodded. "We were only kids; nine or ten at the most. We were led to a back room in this restaurant, and killed by a man in a purple security outfit. And, now I'm – we're – here, I guess."

"A… security guard, you said?" Something was wrong with Bonnie's eyes. The pupils kept changing to red, then back to the normal black.

"Bonnie?" Chica's voice was wavery with fear.

Bonnie's pupils were red again. "He killed us," he muttered.

"No, Bonnie, he didn't," Chica corrected. "There is more than one night guard. This one is different."

Bonnie blinked and his eyes returned to normal. "You're right, Chica. I'm sorry about that; I don't know what came over me."

Chica smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Bon. You were angry; you have a right to be."

"Do you think I could see this night guard?" I asked. "I'll be able to confirm if it's the one who killed us or not."

Chica nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good idea. Do you want either of us to come with you?"

I shook my head. "No, thanks. I'll just run there on my own."

I opened the curtain the whole way, and dashed down the hall. But when I got there, I found that the door was closed. I knocked on it a few times, but received no response. I peeked in the window, and was relieved to find it wasn't the purple guard who had killed us.

It was a man in his mid-twenties, with short black hair, and brown eyes. His uniform was a dark blue, but what looked like a pink moustache button was pinned to his security hat. He looked terrified as he watched the cameras.

I was astounded. Was the night guard afraid of us? I went back to my curtain.

"Any luck?" Chica asked.

"Well, yes and no," I responded. "The good news is, he's not the guard who killed us."

"And, the bad news?" Bonnie looked worried.

"He's scared of us." Chica and Bonnie exchanged a glance. "I guess it's because we look like we're coming to kill him."

"But we're not!" Chica protested. "All we wanted to do was find out what we were doing here!"

Bonnie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "He doesn't know that, though. If giant robot animals came after me, I would be scared too."

"I guess," Chica agreed. "I just wish there was some way we could tell him."

"Maybe there is," Bonnie said thoughtfully.

"But it will have to wait until tomorrow night," Freddy called from the stage. "Time to return to your places!"

"See you tomorrow, Foxy." Chica gave me a final smile, then followed Bonnie back to her place on the stage.

I closed my curtain and heard chimes before my vision went black.

The Puppet

I floated down the hall to the back room. I hadn't told Chica about the fifth child for a reason: he wasn't like the other four. I knew Foxy remembered everything, and that he, Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy would be able to control their anger, but I didn't know if the fifth child would. He was a naturally hot-headed boy while he lived, and he might be dangerous as a spirit. I hoped awakening him wouldn't be a poor choice.

The door to the back room opened and closed on its own accord as I went in. I hovered over to the boy. His blue eyes were open, but his body was still, splayed over the table as though he were sleeping. He was maybe one or two years older than the other four, and dressed in all gold. His hair, his clothes, even his shoes were a golden-yellow. He also had golden bear ears.

I placed my black gloved hands over him. His eyes started to glow, and he let out a scream that showed his mouth was glowing too. Then he became silent and still again. He blinked his eyes, twitched his fingers, and sat up, his eyes still glowing.

I nodded to him. "Welcome, Golden Freddy."

Golden Freddy

I turned to the figure in black and white. "Why am I here?" I demanded. "Who are you? What have you done to me?"

"I brought you back to life," the stranger told me. "People call me the Puppet."

Memories suddenly crashed into me. "The man," I murmured. "The man in purple. Where is he?!" I roared. "He has to pay for what he has done!"

"And he will," the Puppet attempted to sooth. "Just not now."

My eyes swivelled around, seeing things in my mind's eye. "I can see him," I growled. "He's sitting in the security office as though he owns the place. You will pay, William Afton. When I am finished with you, you will wish you were dead."

"But, Golden Freddy!" the Puppet tried to protest. "He's not Afton!"

But I was already gone. I learned that I could go through walls and found myself in the main dining room. My heart nearly stopped at what I saw on the stage, his head down, and still as death.

"Frankie?"

Freddy

I raced after my golden-haired brother. "No fair, Gregory! You got a head start!"

"You're just gonna have to catch me, Frankie!" Gregory taunted. "Though, I doubt you can!" He turned his head to stick his tongue out at me, and didn't watch where he was going. Therefore, he ran straight into Golden Bonnie.

"Watch where you're running, kid," Golden Bonnie warned, though I could hear amusement in his voice. "You could hurt yourself."

"Hey, you guys should come with us!" A kid my age stepped out from behind Golden Bonnie. He had a triangular pirate hat atop his unruly reddish-brown hair, a red 'I love Foxy' T-shirt, and tan shorts. His hazel eyes were bright with excitement as he bounced in his blue and red 'Spider-Man' shoes. "Golden Bonnie's leading me to some cake!"

Cake! I brightened immediately, as did Gregory. But he was also hesitant.

"Don't you think we should tell Mom and Dad where we're going?" he fretted.

"We won't be long," I returned reasonably. "And it is Golden Bonnie after all."

That seemed to relieve Gregory. "I guess you're right. Okay," he addressed the boy. "We'll come with you."

"Great!" the boy cheered. "I'm Felix."

"I'm Gregory, and this is my brother, Franklin. He likes to be called Frankie, though."

I nudged him with my elbow. "I could've told him that." I smiled at my new friend. "Nice to meet you, Felix."

"Alright, children! The Golden Bonnie Express is pulling out of the station. And don't worry, Gregory," Golden Bonnie assured him. "You're perfectly safe with me."

It wasn't until the Golden Bonnie Express gained two more passengers and Golden Bonnie locked the back room door, did I realize just how big of a mistake I had made.

"Frankie?"

My eyes opened and so did my mouth when I saw who was before me. "Gregory?"

He leaped up over the edge of the stage. I just stood and stared, my mouth still wide open.

"Is that any way to greet your older brother," he chided softly.

I simply wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, the corners of my eyes stinging from unshed tears. "My brother," I croaked.

Chica

"Hey, Charlotte?"

I turned and smiled at the shy boy standing there. "Hi, Benny."

He had his hands behind his back as he smiled shyly at me. "I have something for you," he murmured.

I brightened. "What is it?"

He brought from behind him a small pink flower while blushing the same color as it.

I did too, but only a little. I took the flower. "Thank you, Benny. I love pink; it's my favorite color."

Benny's eyes lit up and he seemed a little more confident. "I hoped it was. I noticed you like to wear pink quite a bit."

"Charlie!" a boy called out.

I looked around. There was only one boy who called me that. I grinned when I spotted him. "Hi, Felix!"

Felix was with two other boys and Golden Bonnie. "You should come with us, Charlie! Golden Bonnie said he has cake!"

I brightened. "Is it pink?"

"It can be if you want," Golden Bonnie replied. "You guys can ice it yourselves."

Even Benny looked excited. "Can I come too?"

If he wasn't a robot, I'm sure Golden Bonnie would have smiled. "Of course you can, young man. What's your name?"

"Benjamin," Benny told him. "But my friends call me Benny."

"Wait." The golden-haired boy looked suspicious. "How are we to know you're telling the truth?"

The brown-haired boy, who looked to be the golden-haired boy's younger brother, sighed. "Gregory, we've been over this. It's Golden Bonnie! He's programmed to be nice to us!"

"Allow me to explain, Franklin," Golden Bonnie said. "I talked to each of your parents already, asking them if I could lead you to a special room for a cake all to yourselves. I had to ask them what your names are, of course, and have been looking for you all so I could surprise you! Well, surprise!" We cheered. "Now if you'll all follow me," Golden Bonnie continued, gesturing with a large golden paw, "I will lead you to what you all desire."

Bonnie

We five followed Golden Bonnie to the special room. It turned out to be a decrepit excuse for a room with what appeared to be spare parts and metal skeletons. The promised cake was nowhere to be seen.

The door was shut and locked. We five turned around to see Golden Bonnie removing his head! It was a cruelly grinning man in a purple security suit. His golden security badge read: W. Afton.

He chuckled darkly and brought out a long knife. "Don't you know it's dangerous to listen to strangers?"

Felix reached for the door knob, but the man in purple grabbed his arm and brought the knife down on Felix's wrist. Felix screamed, but the man kept hacking until Felix no longer had a right hand.

"Felix!" Charlotte cried, her blue eyes wide with concern and fear.

"Wrongdoers are punished," the man said.

Gregory pushed Franklin behind him in an attempt to protect him. "Don't come any closer!" he cried.

Tears ran down Felix's face as he grasped his right arm. "P-please, stop!" he sobbed.

The man looked closer at Felix. "You like Foxy, do you? How about we make you an eyepatch?"

The man dragged his blade diagonally across Felix's forehead to the tip of his eyebrow. He drew a circle around the boy's eye and then down towards his ear. He had cut an eyepatch into Felix's face.

Felix sobbed all the more, his tears mixing with blood from his right eye.

The man turned, a crazed look in his eyes. "You're the reason he's gone. You drove him into Fredbear's mouth and killed him." He turned to me, raising the bloodied knife. "This is for you, Martin."

My eyes snapped open, breathing fast, cold sweat slithering down my spine. I looked up to see Chica, no, Charlotte gazing at me in concern, then recognition as I raised my head.

"Benny?" she asked.

"Charlotte." Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close. She didn't object and hugged me back.

"You all remember, then?" A boy who looked like Freddy, no, Franklin, but was golden, stepped up to us, Franklin at his side.

Charlotte and I broke apart. "We do," I answered.

Foxy, Felix came to stand on the stage as well. "So, now what do we do?" he asked.

Chica

The Puppet suddenly appeared, startling us all. I relaxed as I recognized the masked face.

"Who are you?" Benny demanded, stepping in front of me.

I put a hand on his shoulder. "This is the Puppet. I told you about him."

Benny still narrowed his eyes. "Take off your mask," he ordered.

The Puppet seemed surprised, but he complied. He was a boy a little older than Gregory, with white hair. His face was nearly the same as the mask itself. He had the same bright painted cheeks and purple tear tracks, but he had control of his mouth.

Gregory seemed to recognize him. "Martin?"

The Puppet hung his head, his grey eyes sad. "Hello, Gregory."

"Wait, you're the 'Martin' Purple Guy mentioned?" I questioned. "Who are you, really?"

"The man who killed you is my father," Martin told us. "But he hasn't been found out yet. And he needs to own up to his wrongdoing. That's why I'm here now." He looked each of us in the eye. "What my father didn't know was that the cameras were watching him. All the night guard has to do is go back to that day on the security tapes."

"But we can't get in," Felix protested. "And how are we supposed to talk to him if we're robots to him?"

"I can make you appear as you do to each other," Martin replied.

"And I can float through walls," Gregory added.

"Wait." We all turned to Franklin. "What are we supposed to call ourselves?"

"Our real names, of course! What other names would we use?" Benny inquired.

"We are no longer the children who were killed by William Afton," Franklin pointed out. "I think we should just accept that and be the animatronics, use their names. The Puppet already has, and we should too."

"I agree with Freddy," I spoke up. The boy smiled at the name I used. "William Afton will pay, and then I would like to live the rest of this life making children happy. My name is Chica."

Felix nodded. "And I be Foxy." His voice had changed, taking a piratey tone. "What about ye two?"

"My little brother may be a pain," Gregory began, clapping Freddy on the back. "But he does have a good point. Golden Freddy it is, then."

I turned to the only boy who had not spoken. "Benny?"

He straightened, his purple rabbit ears pricking, and his face determined. "My name is Bonnie," he announced. "Let's go meet ourselves a night guard."

To my surprise, I let out a small squeal before rising on my tip-toes and giving Bonnie a peck on the cheek. He blushed a bright pink while I felt my own face do the same.

The Puppet coughed to get our attention, but he was finally bearing a real smile. "You should get to the night guard, Golden Freddy; it's already one o'clock."

Golden Freddy nodded and floated down the right hallway.

Night Guard

My hands shook as I watched the camera of the stage. I didn't know why Pirate Cove Man was with the other three animatronics and the strange black and white puppet.

I put down the camera and my heart leaped into my throat. Standing before me was a boy about seventeen years old. His hair was golden, his smiling eyes a pale blue. He wore a golden suit and dress shoes with a small black top hat perched atop his head. Golden bear ears poked out of his slightly paler hair, and his lips smiled.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked shakily. "A-are you here to kill me?"

The boy looked hurt. "Kill you? No! Whatever gave you that idea? My name is Golden Freddy, and my friends and I simply want to talk to you."

"You-your friends?" I quavered.

"Yes," Golden Freddy answered. "Bonnie the bunny, Chica the chicken, Foxy the pirate fox, and Freddy Fazbear."

The owners of the names stepped into my security office as their names were called. I quickly recognized them as an almost human version of the animal robots.

"N-no!" I screamed. "D-don't kill me!"

"We aren't going to kill you," Chica said. "We promise."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?"

"If we wanted to kill ye, we would've done it already," Foxy pointed out.

"What's your name?" Bonnie asked.

"Mark," I responded. I was still wary, but beginning to trust them as they continued to leave me alone.

Chica smiled comfortingly. "Nice to meet you, Mark."

"Remember why we're here, Chica," Freddy chided.

Chica nodded. "Of course."

Freddy faced me. "We only have a small window of time in this form, Mark, and we need to ask a favor."

"What is it?" I inquired. Why would animal robots need my help?

"We used to be five children," Bonnie began. "We were killed by a man named William Afton. He killed us in this building and forgot about the security cameras. You need to show them to the police. Then William Afton will finally get what he deserves."

"You are the missing children," I murmured. "The police have been looking for you five for years."

"Years?" Foxy queried, sadness filling his eyes.

"Yes," I answered. "Six years."

"Six years," Chica repeated slowly. "I suppose that explains why we're older. Please… tell our parents that we're at peace. Then maybe they will too."

I smiled for the first time since I received this job. "I won't be able to tell them about what happened tonight, but I can still comfort them." I gave a small laugh.

"What is it?" Golden Freddy wondered.

"You just weren't what I expected."

Freddy smiled back. "Not all are what they seem."