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Please take note that this story takes place in an AU in which the animatronics were never possessed by dead children.
WARNING: This story is rated T for a reason. It contains material such as very major cussing, sexual mentions, blood and gore, and some triggering material. Please be cautious as you read. If this bothers you, simply do not read.
CHAPTER 1: Golden Opportunity
Freddy Fazbear was sitting on a throne of solid gold.
It was only crafted from the highest quality material a throne could ever be. Solid, sparkling gold that shimmered in the light and in the dark. It cast its stunning golden aura all about Freddy's majestic throne room; which was coated with walls and floors of gold and treasures all around. Portraits of Freddy hung all about the golden walls; and before his throne several servants were giving him a foot massage.
Freddy leaned back in his sparkling golden throne and exhaled a long, content sigh. Ah, yes, life was good. It was all good in the life of King Freddy Fazbear, the most prestigious and majestic of all the kings. He ruled the lands with an iron fist and was loved by thousands. Yes, life was amazing for the King.
But, of course, this is not a story where we talk about Freddy's kingdom and his majesticness, oh no. That is for another day. No, Freddy was just having yet another narcissistic dream. Not like he knew that; however.
But suddenly, the king realized that his foot massagers had ceased their foot massaging. The bear king inclined his head. "Why hath thou stoppeth?" He spoke in a deep rumbling voice, smooth and gracious like honey. He had a voice that rivaled the smoothness of Morgan Freeman; the voice of a celebrity. Golden-voiced, truly. There was nobody in the Fazbear Kingdom that was about as golden-voiced as King Freddy Fazbear himself.
The servants cowered and bowed before their king; begging for forgiveness for their sins in stopping the foot massaging. Well, this simply wouldn't do. To stop the King's foot massaging called for drastic measures. Freddy's feet would never be left uncleansed. Freddy opened his mouth to order their execution, when suddenly, a squire came running in through the door.
The small squire cowered before the King. He looked fearful, as he should be. No squire enters the King's throne room in such a rueful manner. Freddy removed his heavily muscled rump from the golden throne and towered before the squire.
The little whelp opened his mouth to speak; but Freddy would not take an answer. He lashed forwards with the speed of a jungle cat and grabbed the squire's head. He twisted and tore it clean off in a single visceral instant, using his immense manly strength. Blood pooled everywhere. Freddy stuck the squire's head on a pike and then whirled around and ordered the servants dead.
Nobody wronged King Freddy Fazbear.
Suddenly, Freddy sensed something was wrong. You see, being a King, Freddy had all the powers in existence. He was immortal, with the capability to move mountains and more. Freddy lifted his muscular and majestic muzzle to the sky and used his powers to see what was wrong. Immediately, it came to him.
His lover, Chica the Beautiful Chicken, was being held hostage by Foxy The Dumbass. Rage sorared through Freddy. Foxy The Dumbass was at it again! That cowardly little cur! Freddy spread his arms out wide, and suddenly a great spurt of manly King power left him. It whirled around and killed everyone in the room; they were nothing compared to King Freddy Fazbear.
The King summoned a sleek and majestic white stallion, the most amazing of all the equine creatures in the universe. Freddy summoned his immortal amazing golden armor onto his muscled body and jumped onto the sleek steed. He gave it a thrust with his powerful manly thighs; and it spread magical wings and burst through the ceiling.
They teleported to Foxy The Dumbass's lair using Freddy's amazing powers. Freddy majestically jumped off his steed, and while doing so gripping his armor with his powerful hands and tearing it clean off. It revealed his 1000 pack. Not a 6 pack; oh no. A 1000 pack. Because a King just has that many abs. His abs shined and glistened, and showed so much manly power and grace that it could cause a woman to die in an instant. He was a sight to behold.
Freddy stormed the door to Foxy The Dumbass's lair, causing it to go flying into the lair.
You see, Foxy was such a dumbass he didn't have the mental capacity to build a bigger liar. So when Freddy stormed the door with his immense strength, the door flew so fast and far that it nailed Foxy right in the forehead. In a single instant; the idiotic fox crumpled to the ground; dead, his forehead pooling from the blood.
Chica the Beautiful Chicken swooned as she saw her lover, the most amazing Freddy Fazbear, standing in the doorway. Immediately she began to burst into praising him and telling him how great he was, but he lifted a muscles finger and pressed it to her delicate lips. He uttered a quiet, "Shh."
Chica's eyes sparkled with lust. Freddy reached his glorious arms forward. The princess fell into his arms, and godly music played in the background. Doves flew everywhere. Freddy closed his eyes and reached his mouth forward to connect his manly mouth to Chica's for a romantic kiss…
"WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS IN HERE?! I GOTTA TAKE A PISS!"
The world shattered around King Freddy Fazbear. Queen Chica disappeared, and there was a faint noise of rapid banging somewhere.
And then Freddy Fazbear woke up.
The bear animatronic's rugged brown eyelids lazily peeled open and then fluttered shut. The world around him swam as his mind was clouded. There was a banging in the distance, and it got louder and louder.
More drowsiness flooded through him as he twisted his head around towards the blurry door; where the banging was emitting from. Freddy was slumped lazily against a hard, jagged surface. It felt like a shelf of some sort.
With some effort, the confused robot let his maw go slack and let out a gurgled roar at the door in a clouded attempt to get the banging to stop.
"Ahoy, wha' the shit?" The dirty pirate slang rang from the other side of the door. There was slight shuffling. "Fazbear?"
Reality began to come back to Freddy as he lifted his head and turned it in a rugged manner to study his surroundings. The style of the carpeted floor gave Freddy a clear realization of where he was. The Backstage room. He saw the ragged endoskeleton on the table and the suit heads lining the shelves. Freddy pressed his hand against his forehead and groaned.
The banging on the door resumed. "Freddy!"
Freddy's ears lifted and he turned his head again. It was Foxy. Freddy clenched his jaw tightly in annoyance and anger at the very least animatronic he wanted to see. "What?!" He growled at the animatronic fox at the other side of the door. He looked around at the Backstage and began to push himself up; but immediately stopped. With a pained grunt he sank back on his robotic rump. "G-get me out of here!" Freddy growled, trying to sound angry to protect his pride from asking Foxy for help.
Freddy knew that the workers in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza had properly tampered with his endoskeleton and robotics. That was why he felt like shit and also why he was in the Backstage. But why? They hadn't done that in months. What had they done it all of a sudden? The last time they'd done this was with Bonnie. And that hadn't been fun. It tooks weeks for the anxious bunny to get over it.
Freddy felt slightly nervous. Bonnie. Where was he? Where was Chica? How long had he been out?
"Foxy?" Freddy snarled again, his blue eyes flicking to the door.
The animatronic fox rattled the door some more, then stopped. "Oh, thar ye be Fazbitch! We've been lookin' everywhere fer ye. Suggested the backstage but that wee chicken wench wanted t' look fer ye other places 'n that damn wimp rabbit-" Foxy spoke with mockery in his voice. The bitter pirate had not an inch of kindness in his voice as he spat vulgarities under his breath at Bonnie.
The fox's rusty voice rattled through Freddy's cranium. "Stop." Freddy snarled in pain. "Go get them."
"EY, CHICA! I FOUND THE CRACKHEAD!"
Freddy's ears fell flat against his head and he clenched his jaw.
"What? Where is he?" The familiar voice of Chica The Chicken emitted from far away from the door. Chica's voice naturally could carry very far. Her voice box was louder than the rest of them. Or par with Foxy's.
"Backstage." Foxy responded gruffly.
"What?"
"Backstage." Foxy responded, annoyance coating his voice.
"The stage? We already looked-"
"Goddammit, chicken, BACK. STAGE. Ye know, where they keep that piss-colored Freddy clone."
"Foxy, shut your mouth. I'm coming over. Can you open the door yourself?"
"Nay, it's locked. Hurry up 'n get 'im out, me circus have fuckin' water in 'em and I be about t' leak all o'er this floor."
"Jesus, Foxy, dont."
Through the other side of the door, there was loud rattling as Foxy moved over to Chica while bitterly clicking his tongue.
Through the haze, amusement flickered on Freddy's face at the banter. Chica wasn't afraid to put Foxy in his place. Sort of. In his opinion, she was too soft. At least to a piece of shit robot like Foxy.
The haze began to clear slightly and Freddy shook his head again. He was still worried. Bonnie, Bonnie… Where was he? He felt unease at being locked in here.
Freddy's eyes wandered, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw movement uncomfortably close to him, along with the sound of shuffling fabric. A bolt of unease rocketed through the bear as he slowly turned his head to see a limp, gold-colored mass slumped beside him. It was just slumped there, unmoving. It had pitch black eyes without pupils. No movement whatsoever.
It took Freddy a few seconds to realize what this was. The spare yellow bear suit. It had been disused for years, hence how terrible and unkempt it looked. He didn't know much about the limp suit's past, but apparently it had come from another restaurant in the pizzeria chain. Freddy honestly didn't know why they kept it around. He tried to act like he had never minded it, but inside, the suit scared the fuck out of him. It was too much… like him. Too similar. Chica and Foxy didn't mind it none, but it didn't scare anyone but him and Bonnie. Then again, Bonnie was afraid of everything.
Freddy turned his head to avoid having to look at the limp golden suit. But it was too damn close. Freddy planted his hands on the ground and lifted himself up a little; ignoring the nausea. He shuffled away from the suit slowly.
"Freddy? Are you in here?"
Chica. Her voice was clear now. Freddy turned his head to the direction of the door. "Yeah, I'm in here. Chica, what happened…?" Freddy grunted.
"The fuck do ye reckon? The lovely lovely staff messed wit' yer cutesy wee circus 'n shit. Dunno why, ye're jus' already so perfect." Foxy snarled from the other side of the door.
Freddy internally sighed and wished he still had his mary-sue powers from his dream so he could throw the door in Foxy's face.
"Help me outta here." Freddy breathed, scratching his head slightly.
"Don't worry Freddy, we got it. Don't try to get up." Chica said as she began to rattle the door.
Freddy stopped a flattered smile from twitching on his maw. Chica was so nice, but Freddy always hated it when he was babied like that. Especially in front of Foxy. He was older than all of them.
As Chica and Foxy messed with the door to get it unlocked, Freddy exhaled a sigh and rested himself against the shelf; trying to avoid eye contact with the limp yellow bear suit. His dream began to come sweeping back to him and the bear shuttered. Ech, that was certainly unusual. But fever dreams like that were expected after you got basically your insides fucked with.
"Chica, jus' push it open!"
"No."
"Why the Davy Jones' locker nah? I have t' PISS. Nah t' mention Fazbastard be prolly dying in thar. Jus' bust it open."
"The staff will be all over us for breaking a door, you know that. He's fine."
Freddy shook his head. "I'm okay. Don't break the damn door down."
"We won't."
Foxy let out a loud agitated groan from the other side of the door. Suddenly there was the sound of trickling liquid.
"Foxy, did you just-"
"I did."
There was a muffled noise that sounded like Chica shoving Foxy. "Dammit Foxy, I almost got it. Go stand over there." She sighed impatiently while slamming her wet foot against the door; it seemed.
Freddy rubbed his forehead and began to get up slowly. He gave a groan of pain and turned his head towards the door. "Guys?" He sighed. "Let me get it open." He was tired of being the damsel in distress.
"No, Freddy, don't. You'll hurt yourself."
Freddy began to rise to his feet, but his foot suddenly gave out and he toppled to the ground with a twisted roar. "Fuck!"
Chica just sighed and continued rattling the door.
Freddy heard Foxy suddenly screech in agitation. "Ye know wha', 'tis bullshit. Who cares wha' the bloody staff reckon, I gotta go."
"Foxy, get back over-"
It was too late. With a screech, the fox went barreling at the door. His body connected with the door frame, and it went flying into the room. Freddy eyes widened and he lurched himself to the side to avoid the flying door.
"Dammit, Foxy!" Chica growled.
Freddy removed his hand from his eyes to see the animatronic fox lying on the broken down door. The bear snarled and began to struggle to his feet.
"Freddy, are you alright?" Chica said slowly as she approached him while shaking her head.
With a spout of rage for Foxy getting them in trouble, Freddy flew forward and grabbed Foxy's skinny metal throat. "You idiot!" Freddy gasped. "You're gonna get us in trouble!" He shook the robot angrily and began to lift a paw to strike.
Foxy simply shrugged his skinny shoulders. The fox swung a paw forward and blocked Freddy's blow with an embarrassing amount of ease. Freddy growled.
"Guys." Chica said, stepping over the door to pull the hostile robots apart. "We need to make sure Freddy is alright." She looked at him carefully. "Freddy?"
Freddy's head was spinning. His entire body hurt terribly. What had the staff tampered with? It didn't ever hurt this bad usually. He snapped his head up, his vision swirled as he suddenly stumbled slightly in the direction of Foxy.
With a sharp hiss Foxy threw his robotic hand forward to stop Freddy from falling into him. He stuck it in the bear's chest. "Don't fall on me, ye fat fuck." He snapped his teeth in his enemy's direction.
Freddy gave another growl and pulled away. Chica looked very concerned. She took a step forwards. "Freddy, what hurts the worst?"
"Nothing." Freddy said as calmly as he could despite the fact he felt as if he had been run over 15 times by a semi truck. "I'm fine. W-we need- to fix the door." He said, trying to stop the obvious struggle in his voice.
"To hell with the door. Your circuits are messed up and you are not well-"
Freddy felt his robotic body get hot with absolute embarrassment. His face seemed to flush. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be the strong one and hold Bonnie and Chica together as a band. He didn't have a crush or nothing on Chica… no. He couldn't be babied like this. He was the strongest of them all. "I'm FINE. Leave it alone." Freddy snapped, then his face seemed to flush even more.
Chica pulled back and her face twisted in bitter understanding rather than hurt. She pulled away and sighed.
Freddy couldn't bear looking at Chica after snapping at her. He turned away and looked down at the door. "Let's fix this door." He breathed roughly.
He bent down and grabbed it with a wobbly motion. Behind him he heard Foxy once again open his bitch ass mouth. "Sorry Chica, but obviously yer mate here be much too tough t' even receive the smallest o' concerns." The canine rumbled matter-of-factly. Chica only sighed and shook her head in response. She didn't help Freddy with the door, instead stood to the side and eyed him carefully.
Good. Freddy thought slowly. I don't need help-
Suddenly his circuits busted and the bear toppled to the ground without a single notion.
"-Ahaha! He faceplanted!"
"Foxy, shut up!"
Dragged. He was being dragged.
Freddy was barely conscious. His vision was sliding in and out but he knew he was being dragged. Robotic arms had him under his armpits and was dragging him against the carpet very carefully. He felt plastic on his head and realized it was the bottom of Chica's beak. His blue eyes flickered and he realized Chica was dragging him with Foxy swaggering alongside.
Fuck my life. And fuck the staff for doing a piss poor robotics job.
His vision swam as he inclined his head in the direction of Chica. He let his jaw go slack. "Chica-" He sputtered.
I hate this so much.
Chica stopped and looked down at him. "Freddy," She said quickly, her violet eyes wide. "Can you walk?"
Freddy dragged his feet a little under him and then his face felt hot when he realized he could barely move them. "Urgh-" Was all the robot could muster before he was interrupted.
"GLORY! Chica, drop 'im!" Foxy yelled.
"What?!" Chica asked. "What for?!"
"The bastard be on FIRE!"
Freddy had not noticed the incredible burning sensation on his head and shoulders until now. Horror flashed through him as he realized that he was, in fact, burning.
Chica gave one of her rare cuss words and dropped Freddy. He launched himself up to put the fire out, but before he could he felt the all-too-familiar metal hook of Foxy's slam into his cranium. The force of the hook was so great the last thing Freddy felt was his head being pulled from his endoskeleton before everything went black.
"-God, this is terrible."
"Is he okay? C-chica, what happened?!
"It's okay, Bonnie, he's just malfunctioning a little."
"But why?! Aren't the staff supposed to be fixing us?"
"Aye, they be supposed t', but obviously they fucked up on Fazzy here. Maybe they be finally puttin' this useless fatass outta business."
"W-what?"
"I be pullin' yer leg, scorte. Unfortunately."
"I think he's waking up."
Freddy let his jaw go slack as a low, gurgling groan left him. He slumped backwards and felt himself leaning against a torn body. He realized it was Foxy.
With a grunt, he jerked himself back up. "Wh-what?" Freddy grunted.
"Oh goodie, ye're awake." Foxy growled from behind him. Freddy felt the robot's metal hook tearing at his head. He reached a paw forward to sluggishly knock Foxy's paw away, but when he placed his hand on his head all he felt was metal.
Freddy's black endoskeleton eyes widened. "My head!" He instinctively began to pull away.
"Freddy!" Chica said as she rushed over. "Calm down, we're fixing you-"
But Freddy still struggled. This is against the rules, this is against the rules-
Suddenly Foxy hooked his hook on the back of Freddy's bowtie and jerked the plastic accessory back to where Freddy was forced to be pulled back. He was too weak to pull away.
"S-stop!" Freddy snarled through gritted teeth.
"Stop being a wee shit," Foxy snarled hatefully in his ear, "I be helpin' ye. Nah like I've got a choice. Stay fuckin' still."
Freddy's common sense ultimately outlasted his arrogance as he realized there was nothing he could do but let Foxy fix him. He leaned back slightly and gave a sigh. His exposed endoskeleton head was banging painfully. It seemed funny to him he could even see right at all.
Chica stood to the side, watching Foxy pull at Freddy's endoskeleton head carefully. Out of the corner of his eye, Freddy saw Bonnie. Relief surged through him at the sight of the young, anxious rabbit.
Bonnie and Freddy had a strong bond. Freddy wanted to protect the young, fearful rabbit. The lavender animatronic began stepping forward to walk towards Freddy.
"Bonnie." Freddy said as he turned his head to look at the rabbit. "You okay?"
"Yeah." The rabbit said softly as he got in his knees to be level with Freddy. Not like he was very tall in the first place. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Freddy breathed, placing his hands on his lap. "You're not scared, right, Bon?"
Bonnie shook his head. "I'm okay."
Freddy grunted slightly as Foxy gave a hard tug while he worked.
Bonnie swallowed, then began speaking again. "Why did the staff mess with your circuits? How come-"
There was a grunt behind Freddy and then another hard tug to his endoskeleton wires. "Excuse me, rabbit, I'd hate t' interrupt this lovely natter but I be busy savin' our fatherly fuckface's life. Kindly piss off."
Bonnie dug his teeth into his lip and his face twisted into an expression of embarrassment. He scooted away from Freddy before the bear could object.
"The hell did you do that for, you little cunt?" Freddy growled as he pulled away from Foxy.
The robotic fox dragged him right back against him. "So I won't fuck anythin' up. But-"
"But you're a selfish piece of shit, so you're going to fix me to protect save yourself." Freddy finished as he dug his hands into the ground.
Foxy tugged harder than he ever had, snapping Freddy back onto the stool the robot was sitting on. "Aye, aye aye, that's it." He hissed, hatred ringing off his voice.
There was silence. At this point Bonnie had wandered away, sensing the soon-to-be fight in between the fox and the bear. Foxy broke the silence. "I be nah the monster ye reckon I am, Freddy."
Freddy narrowed his eyes. "Sure didn't seem like it when you were tearing a little girl's skull open. Sure didn't seem like it when you taunted and beat Bonnie back then and now, sure didn't seem like it when you tore the security guard to shreds at the old restaurant, sure didn't-"
Silence reigned. Freddy could feel his enemy shaking with rage as he roughly put Freddy's burning circuits back together. Suddenly, with a screech, Foxy snapped his hands forwards and shoved Freddy to the ground.
"I BE DONE. I don't 'ave t' listen t' yer shir, ye wee FUCK. Ye 'ave yer wee piss party wit' yer cute wee fuckin' band, I'll- I'll.."
Freddy snapped a hand forwards and grabbed his suit head. He quickly shoved it on his endoskeleton, masking his robotic parts. Just as he was done, what he anticipated would happen happened.
The fox threw himself at Freddy with a roar. Unlucky for Foxy, Freddy was operational now. He snapped a hand forwards and dug his hand into Foxy's throat, and then twisted, chunking the smaller robot to the ground. But Foxy was quick. He surged up, his cracked teeth flashing through the air for Freddy's head.
Freddy knew Foxy's every move. He dove to the side, Foxy's teeth only scraping his suit. But Foxy must've knew him as well. The fox landed and then dropped to his hands and his knees, and then kicked out like a wild bull, bucking Freddy in the back. Freddy whirled around and grabbed Foxy by his torn spine, but Foxy twisted around and began snapping at the bear's chest. They both fell to the ground in a rabid struggle.
But Chica was still standing there, and she took action. The chicken animatronic stomped forwards. "Enough." She growled.
"YE DON'T CONTROL ME, YE WHORE!" Foxy screamed wildly. He whirled around and flew at her before Freddy could react. He was out of control and Chica knew it. She curled her robotic hands into fists and then brought them both up onto below Foxy's already-broken-jaw, causing him fox to snap back with a screech.
Freddy grabbed the a-wall fox by the armpits and hauled him into the ground. "Fucking quit, asshole." Freddy snarled as he brought his foot down on Foxy's spine.
The fox seemed to go limp under Freddy's foot. He exhaled a rough sigh and closed his eyes.
"Thanks for the help, Foxy." Chica said quietly, her eyes holding mixed emotions.
Freddy narrowed his eyes down at Foxy. He leaned down and shook him roughly, not being gentle at all. He absent-mindedly removed his foot from Foxy. "Get the fuck up, you little bastar-"
Without warning, Foxy planted his robotic hands against the ground and surged upwards, grabbing Freddy's arm with a single snap of his powerful teeth. Freddy roared in alarm and immediately pulled back to free his arm from Foxy's metallic grip. He tried to punch Foxy hard with a fist from his other arm to try to let go.
Chica let out an agitated groan and then rushed forward to pull them apart. She grabbed Foxy and began to jerk him back.
Freddy had to admit he underestimated Chica's strength. Within several motions, she managed to roughly pull Foxy from Freddy's arm. And even though Foxy was skinnier than hell, he still held his ground very well. The fact that Chica could pull him off so easily was impressive.
Freddy just wished she had been able to keep his arm from going flying off with them.
Both robots went tumbling to the ground. They were both snapped to attention by Freddy's agonized roar.
Holy hell, it hurt. Pain blinded Freddy's vision as he stumbled back. He struggled to grip from where his arm used to be.
Chica's eyes widened and she shoved the formerly enraged Foxy off of her. "Freddy! Fucking-" She shook her head as she staggered up and went over to him. She looked at his robotic arm hole. (what the fuck is an arm hole lawl)
"It's fine." Chica said slowly. "Your entire arm isn't gone-"
"IT FUCKING HURTS!" Freddy roared. And God, it did. It hurt like hell itself.
From where Foxy was sprawled on the ground, he rolled over and looked at the commotion. "Ha!" He spat with a smile stretching on his maw. "If only 'twas yer fuckin' operational wires being ripped outta ye!"
Despite being in immense pain, goddammit, Freddy still had his undying hatred for Foxy and his bullshit.. He surged towards Foxy, but before he could wring the robot's neck, Chica stopped him by planting her hand on his robotic stomach. "Wait a second!" She said as she stared at where half of Freddy's arm had used to be. "I think I see something-"
"What?" Freddy hissed in pain as he tried to pull from Chica.
She simply pulled him even closer to her and studied his stump. "The circuits they messed with are inside here." She said slowly. "I can tell from the change pattern. They're not like mine."
"There?" Freddy wheezed, opening an eye. "But that's where-"
"Where the voice box be." Foxy finished for him as he strutted forwards. He grinned widely at Freddy. His cracked teeth glinted in the dark. Freddy's ears flattened against his skull in pure irritation.
"Then they tampered with your voice box coding, then." Chica said. Her beak twitched into a frown. "But why?"
"They don't do that unless there's a really important announcement." Freddy said slowly as he rubbed his shoulder, which was starting to badly ache.
"Maybe now they be gonna come out 'n tell the kids today how much o' an insufferable yellowbelly Freddy mighty is."
"What could the announcement?" Freddy asked, paying attention to Chica and not Foxy. Was better that way. A sense of dread creeping up on him. They almost never did announcements unless they were immensely important. Was it something bad?
"We're going to find out." Chica said as she gestured for Freddy to sit down. The factual animatronic then turned to Foxy. "Foxy, go to the Backstage area and get the management laptop on the table and then see if you can find a wrench in there." She said as she glanced at the clock.
Freddy followed her lavender gaze. 4:56 AM. They didn't have much time. They were luckier than hell they didn't have a night watchman in the building to hear all this noise.
Foxy's eyes lit up with mock excitement. "Blow me down! Am I the ERRAND LAD now?! Wha' an honor!" He lifted his robotic hand in pressed it against his chest and bowed. "Aye, m'proud beauty, Queen Chicken, I will retrieve these items o' utmost importance fer-"
"Fucking GO." Freddy snarled while his shoulder throbbed.
"'And fer the period monster, no less! I be on me way!" The broken animatronic mocked. He whirled around, kicked his legs out disdainfully, and then headed for the Backstage.
Chica sighed and sank down beside Freddy. "Jesus, I hope the announcement is nothing bad." She muttered.
"Don't worry Chica." Freddy said as he tried to massage his stinging shoulder without looking too pained. "I'm sure it's nothing big." But Freddy knew he was lying to himself. It was something big. They never tampered with the animatronics, not even for announcements unless it was something extremely important.
Minutes passed. The minutes stretched into a full 30 minutes of waiting for Foxy. Bonnie had returned to the stage and flopped down beside Chica lightly and stayed quiet.
As soon as the minutes stretched into 40 full minutes of waiting for Foxy, Freddy got tired of wasting precious time and began to rise to his feet. "What's taking that motherfucker so long?" Freddy spat. He began to step off the stage while gripping at his still missing arm. He wanted to find out what the hell was going on and that damn better-off-dead fox was taking too long.
"Freddy, come back!" Chica said as she jumped to her feet. Freddy ignored her and began climbing off the stage, only to be staring into the glowing yellow eyes of the pirate animatronic. He had a metal wrench gripped in his teeth and a laptop under his arm. He climbed up the stage, bumped shoulders roughly with Freddy, and then made his way over to Chica.
Freddy turned his head to glare and muttered darkly several vulgarities. He moved back to the box and sat down slowly.
Carefully taking the wrench and laptop from Foxy, Chica set them both on the table. She took a steady look at the wrench and then handed it to Foxy. "Here," She said carefully. "Foxy, could you connect his voice box? You know more about the endoskeltons than any of us do."
Freddy wrinkled his nose. It was true, the only thing Foxy was really good for was that he knew a whole lot about the endoskeleton. Years on being in disarray, the out-of-order animatronic had always tried to find ways to fix his many permanent injuries. He never did fix himself, but his efforts made him very knowledgable.
Foxy looked at her with dark, hateful eyes. But he was surprisingly quiet, and just nodded roughly and grabbed the wrench from Chica.
Odd. He was almost never quiet like that. But Foxy suffered a lot of mood swings, so Freddy didn't mind it. He didn't fucking care, good for him for shutting his mouth.
Foxy didn't bother looking at Freddy as he roughly stuck the wrench inside of his arm hole arm began to twist, brushing cords out of the way without pulling them off to get the voice box while Chica began to power up the laptop. Freddy winced and growled softly in pain, resisting the urge to hit Foxy again.
"This is going t' make yer voice sound even dumber, Fazfuck." Foxy warned with mockery. Nope, pretty much still the same Foxy. He then stuck the wrench in the voice box area and carefully undid several of the circuits.
"F-UCK-F-CCKKK-FFF-" Freddy tried to give out a simple cuss word, but his voice suddenly sounded like 12 year old Morgan Freeman who just inhaled a shitload of smoke. Bonnie gave a quiet giggle from beside him. Freddy squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stay quiet.
Foxy smiled, looking proud of himself as he stretched the voice box circuits out and then handed them to Chica.
Chica used the scanner attached to the laptop to scan the circuits (Author doesn't know jack shit about animatronic robotics) and then sat back and waited for them to pop up on the screen. "Crap." The chicken muttered, biting her lip slightly. "It's not showing up."
"C-Can't this wait till tomorrow on stage when Freddy says it himself?" Bonnie asked carefully while he drew in the carpet with a finger.
"IT'S bEtER tOO KN-KNWO N-NOW S-SO-" Freddy forgot that his voice box was detached and immediately shut his mouth, his eyes wide with embarrassment. Foxy burst out roaring with laughter, and it didn't help that even Chica betrayed him and gave a chuckle.
Sure enough, the scripts showed up on the computer screen. Chica leaned forwards and immediately set to reading them. Freddy struggled in his seat in an attempt to see what they said as well. He couldn't read very well but it was worth a shot. Even Foxy stretched his neck over to see what it said.
Silence reigned. Freddy still couldn't see it, but dread coursed through him as he saw Chica's eyes get progressively wider and wider as she read the words.
Foxy couldn't read very well either, but he could read good enough of understand what the text said, because he leaned back away from Chica and rubbed his face. "Oh, blimey, we be in fer it now." The fox grumbled.
"wHA-T?!" Freddy nearly screamed, unable to control his prepubescent sounding voice.
Chica's eyes twitched slightly and she straightened herself up.
"What's happening?" Bonnie asked anxiously, his ears falling over his eyes.
Chica blinked and looked at Foxy and Bonnie, and then to Freddy.
"We're going to a zoo."
Freddy couldn't register that at first. A zoo? Where they kept wild animals in cages in shit? But-
The 6 AM bell rang out, loud and clear in the building.
"AH, FUCKING DAVY JONES' LOCKER, IT'S THE BELL!" Foxy yelped, staggering to his metal feet.
Freddy forgot about the zoo momentarily and whipped his head around upon hearing keys being dangled. He saw the knob to the front door near the party area, where employees usually entered, start to turn.
Freddy sprang to his feet, grabbed the stunned-at-the-news Bonnie, and hurled them both for the stage. He pushed the guitar into Bonnie's hands and frantically grabbed for his microphone. Luckily, the staff member was having a hard time getting the back door upon.
Chica charged the stage as well and nearly slipped on her cupcake as she grabbed it and straightened herself up.
Freddy let his jaw go slack, but then he realized something.
Mother of God, my voice box-
"fOxY!" Freddy called out to the fox frantically in his broken, twisty voice, panicked desperation rising in him.
"FUCK NO, Fazzy! I be nah gettin' in trouble fer yer 9-year-old voice!" Foxy singsonged over his shoulder with tender mockery. A twisted, hateful grin spread across his face as he raced down the hallway, to Pirate Cove.
THIS PIECE OF SHIT BALTO REJECT- Freddy couldn't finish his thought, because just then the door opened.