Old, abandoned pizza joint, what makes you so scary? Is it the heartless robots that inhabit you? The lonely air of the moonlit AI? The number of dead bodies stored in the freezers?

But it is all that error that attracts me to you. That drags me through your doors. And makes me want to hug you guys. Foxy, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie. You're all so cute.

Can I have a hug?

I don't remember why I was out in the middle of nowhere at such a time as 9:45PM. But I'm glad I was.

I walked past the half-shining half-sparking sign of the pizzeria. I looked back. But the lights just went on about their business. My phones buzzed. But there were no texts. Nor calls. Nor alarms. A warning, however.

I kicked the snow off my boots. It was the middle of winter. The ground was covered in a layer of snow. But not a thick one. I sat against one of the parking bumps. No cars to my left. Or to my right. No cars at all. Streetlights, though.

I ran my hand through my hair, before quickly placing the brown bear hat back atop it. The door creeked open, and I was expecting, like, the CEO or manager to come stretching as he walked to the hotel across the lot. But no. It was just the wind.

I exhaled a cough. Stood back up. And approached the door. I steadied myself against the glass as I entered the pitch-black building. Was that... a pair of bright blue eyes? Staring at me? No! it was urely just my imagination! Or some sort of light trick!

I took a deep breath in. And held it. I looked around. An order desk? And an oven? Shone to my view, thanks to one light behind the desk. The door slammed shut behind me. I ran back to it and tried to jerk it open. But all that happened was making noise. No, it didn't open.

I heard a clack. Like teeth slamming together. Reptilian jaws snapping shut on a mouse. But no squeak. The squeak came from me. Inside me. I turned the flashlight on on my phone. But no. I didn't want to drain my phone battery. But I didn't really want to use my phone either.

I turned it off. Turned on my actual flashlight. I heard whispering behind me... Or was it beside me... Or in front? A canine howl. A rooster's alarming tune. A burly grunt.. A bear. I looked to the upper level. I could swear that I could see a purple paw in the dim light of the window.

CRASH! Out of nowhere, lightning struck. Illuminating the sillohette of a two-legged, chubby rabbit. And a pair of purple eyes glaring at me. But not like human eyes. Or even animal eyes. They were the devil's eyes. Dots. Merely dots.

I felt a cold metal on the back of my neck. A sharp prick on the front of it. But whatever was attacking me was too fast to be noticed. I slowly opened the door. A room. An organized, cheerful room. With hats lining tables. And craft sets stacked neatly against the wall. Flickering flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

A pair... No set. Of pink eyes stared at me from directly across the room. Before...

"SURPRISE!"

I jumped, screamed, and ran for the door.

A downright fat bear jumped out from behind the pile of boxes.

A fit-looking chicken, wearing a 'Let's Eat' bib, flicked on the lights and waved at me.

A matured, damaged fox, with oil dripping from his fingers... Red oil... I wouldn't believe it were blood. Was holding me back from escaping.

And that same rabbit creature, with a corner of his face ripped off, and a piece of ear sparking, jumped out from inside a giant gift box.

The bear threw a party hat onto my head. The chicken lit the candles of a cake. The fox continued to hold me still. Until I began to calm down.

And the rabbit held out a much smaller. But still large. Gift bag to me.

The fox-thing let me go when I had proven that I wasn't scared. On the inside, I was peeing myself. Possibly on the outside, too. But they didn't seem to notice if I was. Felt like I was.

"Thanks for stopping by! We were so lonely!" the bear cheered. "My name if Freddy. Freddy Fazbear. This is my pizza place!"

I nodded, sweating.

The chicken held the unusually terrifying, flaming cake out to me. "Want some? It's homemade!"

I kindly declined. Although it did smell very sweet.

"By the way, I'm Chica." she. The chicken, I mean. Smiled.

"Arr! I be the famous Foxy! Foxy the Pirate, 'eh!" the fox hilariously commented.

It was a nice change from being downright petrified. Made me chuckle.

My chuckle made him smile.

This guy was growing on me.

The rabbit smiled at me. But no comments came from him.

"He's... lost his voice chip, mate. The poor guy." Foxy frowned.

I frowned too. I was really looking forward to hearing what he had to say. He just looked so overjoyed!

Although I didn't dare give them the oppurtunity to download my voice.

"Don't be scared." Freddy supported. "We're not here to hurt you."

"We've all just..." A blip. "Just been here so long, we've decayed." Foxy patted my back with his ungrafted, metal hand.

I wanted to help them. Repair and rebuild them. But I sure as heck didn't want to stay with them.

"Still not hungry?" Chica asked.

I shook my head. Now that my ability to hold down food had more-or-less returned, I was starving.

The rabbit passed me a piece of cake. And I accepted it. It was pretty dang good cake.

"Good cake, matey?" Foxy asked.

I nodded, smiling. Still chewing.

"Glad ye' like it. We made it just for you?"

I dared, "Y-you knew I was coming?"

Foxy shook his head.

Freddy explained, "We've been making cakes ever since this little place got shut down. In hopes of finding someone to help us bring it back to glory."

My face was neutral. And that's exactly how I felt. It was sad. But I could see why it was shut down.

I would totally help them, though. Starting by making that bunny a voice chip. "By the way, he's Bonnie." Foxy explained.

"Isn't that a girl name?"

"I thought that too." he laughed.

The next night was a Monday night. I told my mom I was going for a sleepover-study date with my friends. But in reality, I was going back to Freddy's. And after a lot of work at the computer lab at school, too.

I knocked on the door, and Freddy happily opened it for me. "Haha! Hey kid!"

"How are you, Freddy?" I asked.

"F-..." He paused. "Y-you came back?" His tone slightly saddened.

"I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"B-... People... They never return..." he cried.

"I'm here, Freddy." I hugged him.

"Ye' sure are!" Foxy overjoyed.

I delivered the USB chip to the purple rabbit. Opened up his neck. Stuck it inside. I hoped I got his voice right. From what I saw, I gave him a voice based on his supposed age, girth, and other variables.

A not-quite high, not-quite deep, raspy, but not unclear voice boomed out, "I can speak, guys!"

I grinned at him.

"Oh my gosh! I love it! It sounds so Bonnie! So me! I love it even more than my last voice!"

I started laughing in pride. I was glad I got it right.

"Here! You didn't open this last time!" Bonnie handed me the gift bag again.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I was just a bit shocked. No offense." I smiled, supportively.

"I don't blame you. Sorry if I scared you. I just wanted to greet you." he pouted.

"Oh no. I understand. No worries."

I dug my hand into the bag. Inside was a box. Still big. Flat-ish. I opened the box, and what was inside hit me as a shock. A mask. Brown bear mask. Exactly like the robot animals. I gasped. "What is that!?"

"A keepsake. From us." Chica smiled.

"We hope you wear it with pride." Freddy said.

This scene was turning out a lot like Coraline*. I stepped back until I was cornered by the pile of boxes. "I'm not wearing that!"

"Oh, we're fine with that." Bonnie patted my shoulder. "Sorry to scare."

I didn't bother reply. The untrustworthy factor was back.

But I was determined to help these poor animatronics.

"Would ye'... like to leave?" Foxy asked, whimpering.

I shook my head.

"Y- ye're stayin'!?"

I nodded.

"I need some time... to think." I ran into the washroom and locked the door. I turned on the light, to see a bood-tinted toilet in front of me. I unzipped my jeans. Let myself dispense my liquid waste as I thought about where I was. About the conditions I was facing.

I conjured the pros and cons of accepting the gift. But I needed more education. I thought that, "Hey, they're nice robots. They must actually be sorry about this." I stepped out of the bathroom.

"Yer' back, matey!" Foxy exclaimed.

I nodded. I was back. For sure. Didn't want to be, but I was.

"Want to play a traditional Freddy's game?" Freddy asked?

"Uh... What game?" I asked, curiously.

"Hide." Chica stated.

"And." Foxy.

"Seek." Bonnie.

"Do you know how to play with Freddy's Rules?" Freddy grinned.

"Explain." I ordered.

The chubby bear looked at the clock. "It's 2: 00 now. So.. That means... All of us robots will be working on finding you in your hiding spot."

I nodded. "Alright."

"If we find you, you lose. And we get to put the mask on you."

I gasped. "And i-if you don't find me?"

"Haha! I highly doubt we'll pass you up." Freddy laughed. "But if you do happen to hide until..."

"3:00." I demanded.

"5:00." he bidded.

"3:30."

"4:00."

"3:45."

"Fair enough. If we don't find you by 3:45AM, we'll never force you to wear the mask again. Only if you choose to."

I held out my hand. "Deal."

We shook.

"You have five minutes. Each time the red marker on your bracelet goes off, we temporarily freeze, and you have three minutes to find a new hiding spot. Also, we've removed you shoes so that they don't leave marks. No limits. No boundaries. Except that you must be inside the building." Freddy Fazbear explained.

I nodded. "Got it." And ran. I looked left and right. Anywhere where I could hide and lock myself inside. The bathroom? No, I would be found there. They would easily tear off the door. Kitchen? No. Chica would easily find me. She knew every square centimetre of that territory! The balcony? NO! I would die if I tried to jump from it! Broadcasst area? Oh, what the heck. I just needed to hide SOMEWHERE.

I ran into a striped tent and hid myself inside a cardboard box. Thought I was safe here for ten minutes... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... I heard a buzzing sound. Like machine parts turning. 3... I heard footsteps. Coming closer. Closer. Saw the hook on the rim of the box. I was dead. 2... Oh god! The floor gave out under me. I gasped. 1! The red marker flashed throughout the corridor around me. I shivered. Where was I? Suddenly, I was shot onto the balcony.

The counter on my watch was at 2 now... Looked left. Looked right. Climbed up the ladder and hid on top of the light stream. 1...

10... 9... 8... I knew I was in a very bad place. It was so obvious where I was. Anyone from the ground floor, the suite rows, and the balconies could see me. But I felt I was safe. 6... I heard clangs above me. Heard chuckling. Freddy's chuckling. 5... I backed myself up to the edge of the stream. 4... Felt his foot right above my head. 3... He tapped my shoulder! In shock, I jumped back. 2... I was falling for a scary long amount of time! Still falling... And... Fixed my position. But. CRACK! I lay there helpless. Given away. 1... FLASH!

I got up, to the best of my ability, and just ran. Ran to the most random place I could find. I ran to the ingridient cellar, the most off-the-path place I could find. I hid myself on the top shelf. Behind a wall of cans. And I hid well. 20 minutes now turned into 30. And then 40. It was 3:00 now. 45 minutes left. I saw the doorknob wiggle. Then FLASH!

I trampled past the eerily frozen Bonnie. Ran down the hall, which was filled with frozen robots. All four. I ran into the main lobby and hid in the broom closet. Maybe they would come this way? But I doubted. I ran past Chica trying to lock the door when she froze. I doubted they would think I was here. I was panting, when... FLASH! Green. Go. And the animatronics did as they were told.

3:10... 3:20... 3:30... But then, I felt the brush of a cold, metal claw on the back of my neck. "Yer' i-" I ran out, as fast as possible. "-t?" Foxy said, questioningly. He hadn't caught me yet! Fifteen more darned minutes! Now only ten! I ran back into the party room and hid in the pile of boxes where Freddy had been when we'd first met.

3:40... 5... I heard Chica's giggling right on the other side of the box stack. Her wing... reaching over my head. 4... I ducked under the play table. 3... I pushed up against the wall, activating a small secret compartment. 2... The empty masks and tattered suits in this room freaked me out even more than the living ones. A large, brown paw began to move on the seemingly dead robot. A head. Its eyes glowing. 1... A hook wrapped around my neck, slicing into my tender skin! FLASH!

The game was over, and within a blink, everything returned to normal. And I was sitting under the play table again. I stood up. "I won. Now, no more pestering me about creepy things."

"Congratulations!" Freddy cheered. "Sorry about that. We're still a little on-the-fritz."

I smiled at him. "I don't know how... But I forgive you. I brought some tools."

"Tools?" Foxy beamed.

"Yeah. I'll fix you all up."

Night two. Exactly ten o'clock.

Freddy, laying on his stomach, squishing the padding-filled sack up into my work zone, treated the entire procedure like a massage. I would've, too. If I were him.

Next came Bonnie. I stitched some fabric over his ripped face. Fixed up some internal wiring and positioning. And viola!

Next was Chica. Tightened her wrist. Fixed up her internal wiring. She was easy to deal with.

Foxy, unfortunately, was not too easy to repair. I was able to fix his orientation, but I had to take off his head to do so. Replaced his paw with a new, grafted one. And was able to stitch up the hole in his chest. But I couldn't graft his legs properly. Even when I tried my hardest.

He seemed to be fine with it. I was glad to have done them service.

Meanwhile, back at home, my older bro was beginning to worry about me when I wouldn't answer my phone. He checked my room. But I was not there. Checked the washroom. The only thing there was the cat in the litter box. He was terrified. "Eric?" he called.

He hopped on his bike and rode down the path, checking the tracking system that we shared on our phones. He knocked on the door to the pizzeria. The sound made me jump. I walked out and opened it for him. "Hi... brother...?"

"Eric! What the heck are you doing here!?" he screamed.

"Making friends." I said, hugging him.

"You're coming home right now! This place haas been banned for, what, ten years!?" he yelled.

"No. I want to stay. I've made friends."

"I'm proud of you, but this is no meeting place!"

"He's having a sleepover." Freddy explained, walking out of the room.

"He's what!? Y-your Freddrick Fazbear!" Gabriel gasped.

He nodded.

"In his defence, he's done us great service. The kid, I mean." Bonnie smiled.

"Want some pizza?" Chica asked.

"Yar' be missin' out!" Foxy pleaded.

"Can I stay with my friends?" I asked.

"Th-these are your f-friends!?" the not-quite grown man gasped.

I nodded.

"Fine. Only if I get to supervise you."

I fell asleep on Freddy's stomach. Foxy sleeping next to me. Bonnie sleeping across the room. And Gabriel hugging Chica for comfort.

The next night, I arrived at 7:00. Gabriel was still home. Thought I was at a school club. I ran through the doors and hugged all of my buddies.

Foxy attempted, "Kid, we thank ye' f' yer' help."

I chuckled. "Your welcome."

"I believe you be mature by now." he smiled.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Well... kiddo... I be just a robot, but I have feelins' for ye'."

"Foxy!" I scoffed. "You're how old!?"

"About... 22... Or 32..." he blushed.

"You're lucky you're robotic."

Foxy grabbed my hand. While yer' still here... Can I make a request of you?"

After having time to think, I realized that I actually loved Foxy back. I stumbled for words.

"I know ye' be a young 'un, but... I want to... uh..."

"Yes, Captain?" I winked.

"I want ye' to..." he blushed.

"Look, I'll do anything you want me to." I smiled.

"I want to... go doggy with you."

I gasped. But then smiled. "What the heck. You're a robot. What harm can it do?"

Foxy and I hid inside his tent for about an hour, just cuddling. Kissing. Doggying.

Electrifying he was. I smiled. "You're pretty sexy, Foxy. I mean, for a homo robot."

"Ye' think so?" he chuckled.

I nodded. So thick. Stiff. Tight. Could my skin hold it in?

Later in the night, around 9:00. After eating a huge pizza between all of us. We played Mix and Match with the robots. They were surprisingly okay with it. Freddy's head on Chica's body. Bonnie's ears on Foxy, who was on top of Freddy's thick fat body.

I gave each of the animatronics a nice, friendly kiss. Especially Foxy and Freddy. I gave the bear a squishy hug. Ran my fingers over Foxy's masculine exterior. Hugged Chica, squishing her cheeks. And massaged Bonnie's shoulders before it was time to leave.

Night four. Ten o'clock.

After another round of 'enjoyment' with Foxy, we went on to playing Spin the Bottle. My spin. Freddy.

I crawled over to the big bear and gave him a strong hug. Followed by a mouth-open kiss. And I loved it.

Foxy went and got me picked. Again, we cuddled shortly. Drooling into each other's mouths. I spit Foxy's drool out, because it was most definetely not safe to swallow.

Chica got to flirt with Bonnie.

And then Bonnie nearly ate my face when he tried to kiss me.

But it was fun. No Gabriel. He was stuck in the Office doing homework.

Little did he know that one of the robots was not nice. He saw a golden yellow flash in the reflecction of the window. He srugged it off as a spark from the run-down environment.

Foxy and I worked on repairing the lights. There was lots to do.

Freddy worked on fixing the main generator. The pizzeria quickly lit up.

Bonnie and Chica cleaned the place all up.

And before we could tell, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was back to its former glory! ...Almost. All of us worked together on fixing the lit-up sign on the roof. It was lots of fun. Best clean-up I ever did. Done? Not quite.

We celebrated with delicious pizza. Tomorrow would be the day this place came back into business. Or so we all hoped. We worked tirelessly on ads and flyers. I ran around the entire town hanging them up. And what do you know? We got three families! Twelve customers!

The fifth night. Closing time. Eight twenty PM.

Celebrating a successful day of friendly business over pizza, we continued to spiff up the place. I went to the grocery store to buy ingridients. Although the pizzeria's stock never seemed to perish for eternity.

And I was back by ten! I placed the brand-new lock on the door and proceeded inside. The place looked great! So different from before.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, but no one was there. Just the robots fooling around. I chuckled and turned back.

Burning sparks singed my cheeks. Shards of glass cut into my eyelids. Hot plastic burned my skin.

When I dared open my eyes, a golden bear was tying my appendages at the seems. "No!" I tried to cry. But no... No sound. I struggled. But that just resulted in me falling over.