One late night, the big man himself, Freddy Fazbear, was on the internet looking for some new songs, when he came across an interesting band. They were called, Hollywood Undead. He came across the band when he spotted a song labled, "Been To Hell." Freddy's curosity to learn more grew, until...
[Later]
"Heeeeeeey, guys!" Freddy said, with a bit of anxiousness. Several heads twitched up, "Guess what?"
Foxy, who was enjoying a nap, sighed, "What be it, Freddy?"
Freddy chuckled, "I've been inspired..." The other's heads cocked in curiosity, "I found some new songs that I'd like to try and perform with you guys..."
"Oooooh! That sounds like fun!" Bonnie said, with child-like glee in his voice.
Freddy smiled, "How do you guys feel about masks?"
"Sure, it sounds like a nice change of things..." Chica said playing with her drumsticks in one hand, eating pizza in another.
They heard a chuckle, "Sure, the Pizza Disposer wants to talk about change."
Chica glanced over, "Fuck off, Goldina."
"The fuck you just call me, slut?" Golden Freddy emerged from the dark, looking pissed, arms raised.
"O-okay guys, can we stop this and get back on topic?" Freddy requested, getting in between the two.
"Fine, fine." Chica chuckled, going back to her pizza as the golden bear retreated to the backroom, before looking back at Freddy, "The masks the only thing different?"
"No, we need 6 people in total, as well." Freddy indicated.
"Ye think they be willin' to join us?" Foxy queried, motioning to the backroom. Then they started to smell something...
All the heads slowly looked at Bonnie, who just lit up a joint, "What?" Bonnie asked.
"Already, Bonnie? I thought you already smoked your dose." Freddy protested.
"Yeah, so? This one is for recreational purposes." Bonnie replied nonchalantly, proceeding to take a huff.
"Recreat-?! Agh, god damn stoner..." Freddy breathed angrily, "Screw it, I'm going to see if they're in."
When Freddy entered the room, Chica said, not amused, "Did you REALLY need to light it up now? You know how hard it is to get that damn smell out of the walls..."
Bonnie just shrugged, "It's good shit, Chica. Good shit."
"REALLY?! YOU TOO? YOU'RE THE OLDER BROTHER! YOUR SUPPOSE TO BE THE RESPONSIBLE, NOT ANOTHER STONER!" They heard Freddy roaring from the backroom.
Bonnie just chuckled, "See? Even Ol' Ben knows what I'm talking about."
Freddy came out a moment later, "They're in, on one condition..." Freddy sighed, "Benny-"
"For the fifth fuckin' time, Fred, my name is SPRINGTRAP, not Benny." Springtrap exclaimed as he walked out.
Freddy sighed again, "Springtrap can light up when ever, and Golden Freddy can light his cigars when ever."
"Speaking of which..." Freddy said, as he took out a cigar and lit it up.
"Okay, now what?" Golden Freddy asked as he stepped closer.
Freddy then grinned, "We pick masks..." Right afterwards, he laid down 6 different masks, one was a yellow mask with a cross over the left eye, the next, a hat, bandana, and sunglasses, the next, a white mask with burnt looking eyes, a dollar sign at the mouth, and breathers on both sides of the mouth. Then, a mask that was half white, half red, a smile and frown on the mask. A cracked blue mask with a white 3 on the left side and a yellow butterfly over the right eye. Finally, a black mask with white around the mouth, eyes, and nose.
"Dibs on 't gas mask!" Foxy yelled, as he grabbed the third mask.
"Dibs on the drama mask!" Chica chuckled as she grabbed the mask with a half frown, half smile.
"Eh, I guees I'll get the black mask." Springtrap stated, grabbing his mask.
"Oooooh, sweet." Bonnie said, as he picked up the yellow, cross mask.
"Cracked... Nice." Golden Freddy smiled, grabbing the blue mask.
"That leaves the sunglasses, bandana combo to me..." Freddy uttered, picking up his "mask."