The Story at Freddy's 2, Five Nights at Freddy's 2

by Your Intelligence

This is a sequel to my most popular fanfiction "The Story at Freddy's" This story will use stuff from the first one, so if you haven't read that go do that now. Anyways, this is once again a story told from the animatronic's point of view. The characters are The Mangle, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Toy Freddy, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Balloon Boy, and The Puppet.

1. Introduction 2

Hello friends! When Five Nights at Freddy's Two was announced, people immediately swarmed my inbox with requests to make a sequel. Well, as I have the demo in my possession, I think it's time we FREAKING DO THIS! Spoiler Alert: The sequel is a prequel (heh), but for the purposes of this story it's going to be a sequel taking place after the first game. Hopefully this will have a bigger emotional impact than the The Story at Freddy's. Now, without further adieu, I present to you:

The Story at Freddy's 2: The Sequel

A Five Nights at Freddy's 2 Fanfiction

The curse of metal is the joy of rust, just as the curse of life is the Joy of Creation.

Introduction 2

Toy Bonnie

Toy Bonnie blinked. This was an interesting experience, as he had never done it before. He tried it a few more times, finding it strangely satisfying. Then the feel of his body hit him. He felt light, like he could move fast if he really wanted to. He looked around taking in his surroundings, his head moving with a mechanical tick. He was in a room with two long tables, a white sheet draped across each of them and conical shapes running along the length. These strange shapes intrigued him, and he decided to look at one more closely. He moved his legs, taking a few shaky steps but eventually getting the hang of it he walked over to a table. He held out his hand to pick up a cone, but stopped when he saw his hand. His hand was a bright shade of blue, with the fingers of the hand being multi jointed. Toy Bonnie flexed his fingers, hearing the sound of plastic rubbing against itself. Toy Bonnie grabbed a cone, marveling at it's design. The cone had green stripes running down in a spiral pattern, and the inside of it was hollow.

Toy Bonnie set the cone back down on the table, his arm moving with the same mechanical ticking. He decided to see what was under the white cloth, and lifted it up. The table under it was shiny, so shiny in fact that he could see his reflection. His head was animal like, with strange buck teeth in front of a row of blunt teeth, and a small black nose at the front of his mouth. His cheeks had small bright red circles on them, in fact his cheeks seemed pretty puffy by themselves. His eyes were a dazzling shade of emerald green, with his eyelids being a deep purple and surprisingly long eyelashes for a boy. He had two long ears on the top of his head which shared the same bright blue shade of the rest of his body, save for the crimson bow tie below his head.

A banging resonated outside the room he was in, causing his ears to twitch. He turned around, and upon seeing a doorway he moved to it, going to find the cause of the banging. "Why I oughta…" he said to himself. He was vaguely surprised by his voice, which held a heavy Boston accent. He walked to the doorway, each footfall landing lightly on the ground with a soft thump.

Toy Chica

Toy Chica woke up with a craving. She didn't know what she was craving, though she could describe it perfectly. She wanted to mix things up, change things quickly and loudly. She felt light, fast, and sexy as all hell. She looked around, her head moving without a sound. She was in a hallway of sorts with posters lining the walls and two bathrooms entrances on the left. As she looked around she saw that the floor had a very reflective surface, so much that she could see her face. She had a very curvy body, her thighs being especially large. Her waist had pink cloth covering it, and she was wearing a bib/scarf with the words "Let's Party" in yellow bubble letters with purple outlining, which she thought was especially good. Her face was especially pretty, with a yellow tuft of plastic on the top of her head, rosy cheeks, and a beak proportioned perfectly. "Damn I look hot." She said to herself. Her voice was strangely high pitched, but not to the point of annoyingness. It was also strangely nice to listen to, like honey in vocal form, but that was probably just her. "I sound great as well. I got lucky."

Toy Chica took a few steps, finding it surprisingly hard to control her legs. After a little she got the hang of walking with the help of leaning against the wall. She found walking by itself to be incredibly boring, so she thought up a beat. It was a pretty simple beat, but just enough to stave off boredom. As she hit her fist against the wall, the wall cracked under her fist. She decided to make an entire song after the beat, but not now.

She moved down the hall, when a sudden question hit her. "Where am I?" She took another look around and saw that she was on most of the posters in the hall. "Either I run wherever this is, or I'm just that popular. Not surprising of course, but still."

Toy Chica reached the end of the hall, only to be confronted with another hall. "F*ck." She pushed herself off the wall, nearly falling over in the process. She took a wobbly step, and another, and another, until she was walking by herself. As she walked she went back to rhythmically pounding her fist into the wall. The movement seemed to be coming from a room on her right, and she stopped near the entrance. "Let's pay whoever this is a visit." Just then Toy Chica caught the word to describe her craving. "Chaos." She smirked, rolling the word around in her mouth.

The Mangle

Mangle woke up, and immediately thought What am I? She could feel her body, but it felt like it was in all the wrong places. Her head seemed to be on the floor, and looking around she saw her body. Her body was disjointed, dismembered, and broken apart, to the point of mutilation. A white foot and hand stuck out against the grey bars of metal and colored wires. Then with a shock she saw her skull. It was a foot away from her head, and as she looked at it it seemed to look back. Mangle moved her head left and right, the skull copied in reverse. She tried to life her hand but her skeleton didn't seem to want to cooperate. The arm moved in different directions, but she eventually got control. She placed an arm on the ground, and felt it stick. "Interesting." Mangle pulled her hand up with a small pop, and next tried to move her foot. She knew how to move her body at this point, and her foot hit the ground and stuck to it. Mangle held out her hand in front of her face and found it covered in all sorts of filth, probably the reason of the stickiness.

She put her hand on the ground and slowly moved her useless body forwards. Her body slid along the ground, making a racket of metal and sparks. Mangle next put her foot on the ground and pushed her body farther. She was aiming to go to the doorway across the room from her, but at this rate she could take all day...night? Mangle didn't really know if it was either, as it was fairly bright but not bright enough. She continued to drag her body to the doorway, slowly but surely. As she dragged she had some time to think about who she was. She couldn't see her face right now, but she expected it to be as mutilated as the rest of her body. The skull was clear that she was something metallic, but she didn't know what else she could be. The white hand and foot seemed to indicate something non-metallic, but she couldn't figure it out just now.

More importantly why was she okay with all of this? Her body was in at least ten different pieces, she was coated in filth, and she didn't even know her own name. Maybe I've just grown to accept it in the ten minutes I've been alive. she thought to herself. Maybe there were other people in this place. Maybe I could call for help! Mangle tried to talk, but all that came out was a scratchy voice saying the words "-nd bye now to get a second one, free of charge!" the voice sounded fake, forced, and definitely not hers. She tried again. "You're listening to broadway FM, bringing you the cool hits for the young people." The voice was different this time, sounding more cool and collected. I'll figure that out later. She had gotten to the doorway, and now it was time to leave.

Toy Freddy

Toy Freddy awoke and was immediately scared. He was terrified really, scared of anything and everything that could possible happen. His eyelids shut up and his eyes darted around the room in panic. He was in a room with terrifying things everywhere. Mad beasts were circled around a pillar, hovering orbs floated hauntingly in the air, and the worst part, the absolute most terrifying thing in the room, was the small child holding a sign that read "Balloons". He was just standing there. Menacingly! Toy Freddy needed to get out of here. He took a few steps, and immediately fell to the floor. He looked up to see him laying at the feet of the terrifying balloon child. He scrambled to his feet, his limbs moving with the sound of grinding metal. Toy Freddy collected himself. It's ok, it's just a small thing, it couldn't hurt me. Then the balloon child looked up and said in a cute horribly cute voice "Hi! Want a balloon mister?" IT CAN HURT ME IT SO CAN! Toy Freddy hadn't fully figured out how his limbs worked, and it showed in the way he staggered out of the room in utter terror.

Toy Freddy limped into a hallway, where he saw another terrifying creature. A disturbingly sexy yellow creature was leaning on the wall, pounding it's fist into the wall rhythmically, leaving wicked cracks in the wall. Toy Freddy froze in fear. The creature didn't seem to notice him, and it continued it's way down the hall, slamming it's fist on the wall. The creature rounded the corner, leaving Toy Freddy to collapse onto the ground. The floor was clearly cleaned recently, and Toy Freddy could see himself. He had a very large body, which was a shade of chocolate brown, with a tan accents. He had a black bow tie on, right below his head, which was a separate matter all on it's own. He had blood red cheeks, very tiny ears which stuck out the top of his head. He had a top hat on with a red stripe on the bottom, and his eyes were a shade of baby blue, which were below some strangely long eyelashes.

He slowly raised himself off the floor, his feet still shaky from being unused. He saw some bathrooms on the left side of the hallway, and decided he would be safe there. Suddenly he felt a small tugging on his leg. He slowly turned his head, where he saw the stuff of nightmares. The Balloon Boy was standing behind him horrifyingly, and he had one of the floating orbs, and in his scarily cute voice repeated once more "Hi! Want a balloon mister?" Toy Freddy fell over, backing away from the child. "It's ok mister! You don't have to be afraid."

Balloon Boy

The Balloon Boy woke up, and knew what he needed to do. He needed to give balloons to everyone, to make them happy. Happiness was his prime directive, and he knew balloons would always do the trick. He moved his eyes around the room, seeing a myriad of happy technology. A carousel let the children pretend they were riding magnificent horses and elephants, balloons to spread love, and a cuddly bear standing near the back to entertain the children.

Then the bear woke up. He hadn't done anything to seem like it, but Balloon Boy could feel electricity flow through his circuits. But Balloon Boy could also sense his emotions, and the happy bear wasn't so happy right now; far from it. Fear raged through his mind like a mudslide, coating everything he saw in the dirt of terror. The bear jolted from his position and drunkenly walked over to Balloon Boy before falling at the Balloon Boy's feet. The bear climbed off the ground and seemed to calm down a little as he looked at the happiness that was Balloon Boy, and Balloon Boy decided that this was the perfect time to perform his first task. The Balloon Boy looked up at the bear's face, blue meeting blue, and in his charming voice asked "Hi! Want a balloon mister?" Sheer terror spread through the bear's mind like wildfire, and the bear darted for the doorway. He made it to the entrance to the next room before freezing in place.

The Balloon Boy tried out his feet, and found them comfortable to walk on. His hands were permanently clenched around a sign reading "Balloons" and a balloon of such epic grandeur that it was blinding in it's beauty. The Balloon Boy walked over to the bear, before seeing himself in the balloon. He was wearing a purple and red striped shirt, with a matching propeller hat, and his face seemed like it would invoke happiness just by looking at it. He broke out of his reflection and walked back over to the bear, who was now sitting on the ground. He still felt fear, but now to a lesser extent. Balloon Boy tiptoed up behind him, and pulled on his leg. The bear turned around, and Balloon Boy tried again. "Hi! Want a balloon mister?" Fear surged through the bear's circuits again, and Balloon Boy knew he couldn't make him happy until the bear calmed down. "It's ok mister! You don't have to be afraid." and Balloon Boy gave the bear the biggest hug ever.

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It's not time. The music hasn't stopped.