I have the full game now, so this should go better.

Sincerely, Your Intelligence.

Chapter 1 (Free No Longer )

Bonnie

Bonnie woke up at around six thirty. No. He felt the five pound weights on his arms, the tallness, and most importantly, the cold. It can't be. Bonnie looked down. His body had kept the injuries from his fight with Freddy...was that his name? Bonnie swore he went by a different name. His suit was torn in multiple places, namely around the legs, wires stuck out from the points where different pieces of suit connected to each other. His right hand was missing it's suit, and his entire left arm was gone. His face felt strange. He raised his hand to touch his face, but found it completely gone. Why am I here? He remembered something inside his head and felt around, but he only felt wires and a metal skull. He lowered his hand and found it partially covered in a flaky red substance. Touching it brought back strange feelings of fear, but Bonnie couldn't pin down exactly what they were of. Bonnie got to his feet, remembering how to walk. If I'm back, does that mean… Bonnie bolted down the hall, his feet banging on the floor. She'd be around food. He knew the layout of the place even though he wasn't around when it was built; he would question that later. Bonnie barged into the Game Area, where he saw what had happened to the place while he was gone.

Rides and games covered the floor, among them were a small child with a sign reading "Balloons" and something else. Freddy's replacement. Bonnie walked up the the shiny bear. It wasn't active yet, but it would be at around seven, the same time he was active for the first time. It didn't seem like the evil type, but Bonnie knew looks could be deceiving.

Bonnie turned around. Where else could she be? Bonnie walked next back to the Main Hall, and set his destination to Party Room One. As he through the doorway into the hall, he saw the next shock. Chica's replacement stood at the end of the hall. Bonnie studied this new Chica. She seemed sweet, but definitely not her. He was about to step into the second hallway when he saw the room labeled "Parts and Services" Bonnie opened the door, and saw them.

There sat his friends, and his enemy in all his glory, Freddy Fazbear. Chica was laying at the left side of the room, burnt and tattered. Foxy lay in the top right corner of the room, decapitated and torn. Freddy lay near the bottom right, head sliced off and broken. Bonnie fell next to Chica, where he lifted up her head. Her jaw was all messed up, and the smell of burnt still lingered on her body. Her eyes were dead and lifeless. Bonnie moved to Foxy. His head lay next to his slumped body, and Bonnie decided to fix that. He placed Foxy's head on top of his neck and connected the wires coming from the ends. He moved to Freddy. He lay in the corner, dead and evil, still giving off an aura of intimidation. Bonnie was about to kick Freddy, when he stopped. Rage won't solve anything. He moved back to Chica, clasping her arm in his hand. Sparks jumped off his hand and into the wires exposed where her hands would be, causing her eyes to flicker. Chica? Her eyes continued to flicker, eventually humming to life. Then the whirring started up. Chica suddenly sat up.

Chica

Why am I alive? And where are my hands? Chica felt the heaviness pressing from all direction, and then she heard the whirring. Not that again. Chica looked around. She saw she was in a dark room, and then she noticed Bonnie. Huh. "H-Hey there cutie-e. What-t happened t-to you?" His face and left arm were completely missing, and his suit was torn up. "I don't...know. Why are...we here?" The red lights of his eyes flickered on and off as he talked.

"I d-don't know. At l-least I have y-you here." Chica smiled, and she assumed Bonnie would have done the same if he had a mouth. Bonnie took a hold of Chica's arm. "Let's...get out of here. I...know somewhere."

Bonnie pulled Chica off her feet, and walked to the door. He walked down the hallway with Chica and into Party Room One. Bonnie slid down the wall onto the floor, Chica did the same. "W-Where did y-your face g-go?" "I have...no idea. All I know...is that I'm back."

Chica's southern accent was still very overpowering. "I h-have a feeling F-Foxy and Freddy w-will be b-back to." "I know…" They sat there in silence for a while, before Chica decided that she wanted to get to know her boyfriend better. "R-Remember that time w-we were in the east h-hall, and w-we kissed?" "Yeah...I do…except I'm drawing...a blank on everything else…"

Chica felt her head. "Didn't I-I have something h-here?" "I've been...getting that feeling to…" Bonnie clenched Chica's wrist tighter. "They made...replacements for you and Freddy...I'm gonna assume they did the same...for me and Foxy…" "W-Was she hotter th-than me?" "Not at all."

Bonnie shifted positions and lay down on Chica's midsection. "We're gonna...figure this whole thing out...aren't we?" "D-Definitely."

Foxy

The wires on Foxy's neck sparked. Electricity surged through his body, and his golden eyes lit up. "Freddy. Prepare yeself." "We're doing this again? Seems counter productive." "Shut up ye scurvy dog!" Foxy picked himself up.

His body had gotten more broken, tears had appeared in more places, and one of ears had the fur torn off it. Then he noticed something. The room he was in was completely empty. He walked over to the bottom left corner. A small black button lay on the ground, with the letters F.F. engraved in it. "Freddy…" "Stop obsessing! It's not healthy."

Foxy walked through the open door and into the hallway, something hitting his foot on the way out. A trail of soot led down the hallway, and Foxy decided to follow it. The soot led down a hallway and into a room on the left of the far end of the hall. However, the room at the end of the hall looked more interesting.

It seemed like the office from the old Freddy Fazbear's, except more high tech and larger. There were no doors, so Foxy wondered how the night watch protected himself.

Foxy walked behind the desk and sat in the chair. It was surprisingly comfy for an office chair, and it held Foxy's weight well, albeit with a slight creaking. Then Foxy saw him. Freddy stood at the far end of the hall, microphone in hand and looking intimidating. Freddy curled a finger towards Foxy, beckoning him to come, then walked out of sight.

Foxy jumped out of the chair and sprinted down the hall, glad he had retained his speed. Freddy was nowhere to be found, save for brown arrow pointing into the main room. Foxy bounded down the hallway and into the main room, where Freddy was nowhere to be found. "WHERE ARE YE YOU BLOODY LANDLUBBER!" "Please stop shouting." "Ye know what. Walk the plank." Foxy raised his hook and slammed it into his main processor.

The hook pierced the section dedicated to emotion, completely destroying the compassion node. Something changed in Foxy then. His separate personality fizzled out of existence, leaving only his angry side, and boy was that side angry. Foxy no longer felt happy. He no longer felt sad. He didn't feel anything except rage and hatred.

"Ahh…" Foxy turned back around. "Where be that trail of soot leading." Foxy dashed down the hallway, to Party Room One. He heard talking coming from the room. Foxy gathered himself and leaned in the doorway, screeching like a banshee out of hell. He saw Bonnie and Chica sitting there, obviously surprised. "I remember ye...you'll die all the same."

Freddy

Freddy walked through the halls of the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It wasn't like he would have designed it, but it was good nonetheless. It seemed like just yesterday that he was killed by...what was his name...Bonnie. Now, with his new life and a new building, he could finally get his glorious revenge. He had successfully broken Foxy, though he was already pretty close to the breaking point. Next on his agenda was exploring the new building so he could use it's layout to his advantage.

Freddy had woken up in a strange way. He remembered being on the floor, when something kicked his head onto his neck stump. The wires sparked, and Freddy made his body fix the connecting wires. Freddy stood up, and he remembered his purpose. "And they will know, The Joy of Creation." Those were the first words he spoke, and he wanted them to be his last.

Freddy stepped into the Game Area. He looked around the room, seeing an ugly mess of colors and "entertainment". Then he spotted himself. Not him of course, just a shoddy replica. Freddy padded up to Freddy, scrutinizing him. He was much too fat, much too cute, and FAR too kid friendly. Freddy flicked his replica on the nose, which made a squeaking sound. "What did they do to me…" Freddy walked out the room and walked down the hall. He could hear the clatter of metal coming from Party Room One, so he decided to go there next.

Freddy made his way down the corridor, making little noise. He peaked around the corner of the doorway to see something spectacular. Foxy had locked arms with a faceless Bonnie, and Chica was trying to pull Foxy off him. Freddy let out a deep laugh, causing everyone in the room to look at him. "That was hilarious!" Freddy laughed. Suddenly Bonnie and Chica were on him. "YAR FREDDY, PREPARE TO DIE!" "What...he said." Freddy raised his hands up. "Friends, can't we talk about this like sensible adul- oop sorry-children? I doubt you could kill me anyways, you hardly put up a fight last time, and you don't have your sword." Bonnie let out a small sigh and backed off.

"Where are ye going?! We could kill this landlubber together!" "Yes...but you would try to...kill me afterwards...anyways." Foxy let out a small chuckle "That be true my boy." "Shut up...you're as old as me." Foxy lowered his hook from Freddy's neck. "Fine. But one false move and I will hook you down to Davy Jones' locker."

Freddy pulled out a chair and sat down. "Now we have a few minutes before our replacements find us, how about we talk for a while?" Freddy grinned, his eyes turning black for a split second.