Spooky Pre-Chapter A/N Part Deux: Sorry for the reupload. It looked like the chapter hadn't uploadedwhenitactuallydidsobleh. Regardless, here it is now!

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Bonnie, not yet!", Scott replied for what must've been the tenth time that morning.

"How 'bout now?"

"No, hun, there's still a ways to go!", Foxy answered.

"Now?"

"Bonnie, patience!", Freddy reminded, wagging his finger.

"Oh! Right! Sorry!", Bonnie said, putting his hands together. "I'm just so excited! I can't wait to see what there is to do! Maybe I could play some o' those games you guys mentioned! Or, or, better yet, I could go on an Egg Hunt! Maybe I could be the one who hides the eggs! The Easter Bunny! Scott, could I be the Easter Bunny?", he asked, running up alongside the man.

"Err, well... M-Maybe!", he replied, rubbing the back of his head. He really admired Bonnie's excited, upbeat demeanor. It was why he was his favorite, after all. However, he had his doubts. He wasn't sure if the Fair staff would allow just anyone to take the role of Easter Bunny, willy-nilly!

"Haha! Yeah!", Bonnie cheered, jumping up and down. "That'd be great!"

Other than that, the walk to the Fair was largely uneventful, especially considering how short the trip actually was. That wasn't to say that the group didn't garner at least a few glances and stares as they went along, partly because of Bonnie and his shouting. Soon enough, however, the five would arrive at the Fairgrounds. The Toys ooh'd as they gazed up at the huge, black gates separating them from the Fair's interior. Between the gate's bars, they could see flashing lights and spinning rides! Furthermore, there were Easter decorations strewn across almost everything!

"Looks great, huh?", Scott asked, grinning at the animatrons' astonished expressions.

"H-How do we get in?", Chica asked, not once breaking her gaze from the games and rides behind the gate.

"Well, we just need to pay for admission," Scott replied. "And, luckily, I've brought just enough money for the five of us!", he said, proudly putting his hands on his hips. "C'mon, let's get moving," he then said, motioning for the bots to follow as he made his way toward the ticket booth.

"Five tickets, please!", Scott said to the rather bored-looking man in the ticket booth.

"That'll be ninety bucks," the man boredly replied.

Scott shuddered. He knew how much money he had to spend, and was prepared to spend it, but it still didn't ease the pain of actually doing it...

He sighed as he gave the man the money, glancing back at the four Toys. Anything to show my bots a good time, he supposed.

"Do you want some maps of the fairgrounds?", the man asked, putting the money in the register. "They're, y'know, free 'n stuff." Scott nodded in reply, and the man in the booth handed him five maps. Then, to the four Toys' added astonishment, the gates to the park slowly opened.

"Have fun," the booth-man droned, as if he had been saying the same thing all morning. "And please read the rules listed here to the right," he said, pointing an uninterested finger at a list of rules on the booth's wall, directly to Scott's right. "It's also on the back off the maps, in case you ever forget. Thanks and, again, have fun," the man finished, putting his elbows on the counter. Scott took a moment to scan the rules, before realizing that they were your basic, obvious rules that most people would already subconsciously follow.

"...Right! Well, thank you!", Scott exclaimed. "C'mon, guys!", he then said, turning around. To his surprise, the four were already gone. He right, then left, before spying the four already beyond the gates, oggling at what they saw.

"Guys, wait up!", he exclaimed, running towards them as the gates slowly closed.

"Freddy, look at that!", Bonnie exclaimed, pointing at a nearby carousel. "That looks like our old carousel!"

"Haha, so it does! So it does!", Freddy replied as he gazed upon the ride. It indeed looked like one of the rides in the old pizzeria, even down to the animals featured. Both bots had absolutely unshakable grins on their faces and they bobbed up and down in excitement. Chica and Foxy acted similarly, with the former spinning on her heels as she tried to process everything she saw.

"Guys! Guys!", Scott called as he approached them. While three of them looked at Scott, Chica ended up throwing herself off-balance.

"Oof!", she uttered as she hit the ground.

"...G-Guys, I know you're excited. Trust me, I know the feeling," Scott said as Chica stood up and dusted herself off.

"I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was beyond excited to acquire you four. But, that doesn't mean you can just run off like that! I want all of you to promise me that you'll be on your best behavior, okay?", Scott asked, frowning slightly. While he trusted the bots to not cause something as... large as that time they ran away, he was still worried for their safety.

"My apologies, Scott! You have my word!", Freddy exclaimed, adjusting his bow-tie proudly.

"Yeah, sorry! We promise!", Chica said.

"Absolutely!", Foxy rosily replied. Scott grinned.

"Fantastic! Now, here're your maps," Scott said, giving Freddy, Foxy, and Chica their maps. He moved on to give Bonnie his map, but realized that he...

He was gone.

"Uh- Bonnie?!", he uttered in disbelief. He didn't have to look very hard to realize where the bunny went. In the distance, he saw the animatron, running away.

"Easteeeeerrrr!", Scott could hear him shout.

"Egh... Oh boy...", Scott uttered, letting his shoulders drop. "I-I'll go get him. While I do that, you guys go 'n have fun, alright? If you want, you can even spread out if you want, so you can cover more ground. Just make sure that you know where to meetbackupokaybye!", Scott said, before running away from the group.

"Bonniieeee, come baaaack!", Scott could be heard calling.

"Alright!", Freddy said, turning so's to see the rest of the group. "I'm going to see what to play, and we shall meet back here!", he declared, pointing at the ground beneath him. "Does that sound good?"

"Sounds like a plan to me~", Foxy said.

"Yup!", Chica replied. "C'mon Foxy, let's get movin'!"

"Right behind you!"

Freddy watched as Chica and Foxy embarked on their own little journey. He frowned a little as he looked around, realizing that he was alone.

If only Bonnie hadn't run away, he thought to himself. He and Scott would've made great company!

"Oh well!", he then said aloud. "I'll just have to find something fun to do on my own!"

And so, Freddy set off to do just that! He hrmmed as he looked at his map, wondering just what to do. He saw so many things to do! Carousels, Skeeball, Duck Pond, Whac-A-Mole, Ring Toss, and a...

"Kissing booth? Hohohoho!", Freddy laughed. "How novel!" He almost wanted to head there, just to see what it was like, but...

"You!", came a voice. Freddy looked around in surprise, before his gaze landed upon a man - rather, a large man - standing near a strongman game. He had his hands on his hips, frowning as he looked down at Freddy. To the bot, he was definitely an imposing fellow.

"Wh-Who?", Freddy asked, putting his finger on his chest. "Me?"

"Yes, you! Leetle Bear Man! Come over here for a moment!"

Nervously, Freddy obliged. When the bot approached, the man pointed at the game next to him. It was a high-striker game, and a tall one at that. Freddy tilted his head as he saw the numbers and various ranks listed on the game.

"'Little Man', 'Ripped', 'Hercules'?", he asked. "What kind of game is this?"

"Is Strongman Game!", the man bellowed. "It is to test the strength of any who use it!", he said, before leaning closer to Freddy, lowering his voice slightly. "Do you think you're strong enough, leetle bear?"

"I-I, well... Yes! I think I'm strong enough!", Freddy replied, before taking off his hat and looking into it. "How many tickets will this cost?", he asked, before retrieving two vintage 1987 Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria tickets. "Is this enough?"

Freddy frowned as, once again, the man laughed.

"Leetle bear is silly! Strongman Stravinsky's Striking High-Striker does not require any tickets! Simply pick up the hammer and hit the lever!"

"Oh!", Freddy replied, putting the tickets back into his hat. He then folded his map and placed it in his hat as well. "Well, I'm sure I can do that!", he said, rubbing his hands together. He grasped the hammer, and struggled to pick up the heavy wooden thing. The man, whose name Freddy figured was 'Strongman Stravinsky', laughed as he crossed his arms.

"Leetle bear is weak!", the man bellowed.

"W-Well, I don't know if I'd say I'm weak," Freddy replied as he continued his attempts at picking up the hammer. "Just a little outta practice is all- Hey!"

Strongman Stravinsky snatched the hammer out of the bear's hands, holding it with ease. Soon, a crowd began to gather around the two.

"Let me show you how a real man, does it!", he said proudly. "All of you! Watch me!", he exclaimed, pointing at the growing crowd. With one quick, fluid motion, he turned, twirled his hammer, and whacked the lever. Freddy watched as the puck shot up at the bell with blinding speed.

*Ding!*

As the crowd began to cheer, prompting Stravinsky to pose, Freddy frowned. He was starting to dislike this Strongman fellow. Though, he did seem to be rather popular, at least...

"...S-Say," Freddy began. "I'd like to try again!"

"Hmm? Leetle bear wants to go again?"

Freddy nodded, balling his hands.

"Haha! Fine, then!", Stravinsky exclaimed, handing Freddy the hammer. "Leetle bear may go again! He may try, and fail! Everyone will love the entertainment!"

"Oh, 'everyone'll love it', alright...", Freddy muttered to himself as he took the hammer. He stepped back, dragging the wooden thing along the ground. The motors in his joints groaned as he once again struggled to pick up the hammer. Finally, with an especially zealous heave, the hammer's face separated from the ground. The bear took a few more steps back, almost thrown off-balance by the sudden shift in weight. The crowd gasped, then waited in silent anticipation. Freddy then took one laborious step forward, followed by two more, and let the hammer drop! Freddy, Stravinsky, and the rest of the crowd watched as the puck soared up towards the bell!

*Dinnnnng!*

To everyone's surprise, the puck hit the bell at such a speed that the bell shot upwards and broke off of the machine! Freddy faltered slightly, dropping the hammer. He didn't mean to break the machine! Growing nervous, he looked up at Stravinsky, who simply looked down at the bear in disbelief.

"N-Nobody...", Stravinsky said shakily, before gaining firmness in his voice. "N-Nobody breaks Strongman Stravinsky's Striking High-Striker!", he exclaimed in outrage. "You will pay for this!"

"I-I assure you, I will!", Freddy said meekly, stepping back. But, before he could get another word out, the crowd erupted into a bout of cheering!

"Yeah! Bear-Guy!", someone could be heard crying, followed by someone else saying, "That was awesome!"

"H-Huh?", Freddy asked, turning to gaze at the people who were now shouting and cheering for him. Until now, he didn't realize just how many people were here!

Though, that wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy it! For a while, Freddy stood there, watching and listening in awe as the people rooted for him. This was something he really, really missed! He missed it when adults and children alike cheered before and after each his performances! There were so many people here too! In fact, it all reminded him of...

The old pizzeria...

Soon, all of the noise dissipated, leaving Freddy in silence. He sighed a little, already missing the sound. As he turned around to once again, he felt a little bad as he watched Stravinsky rub his machine in a nursing manner.

Even though he did sort of deserve it.

Looking at the crowd once more, however, he grinned. He loved this. Bonnie was right. This was already shaping up to bethe best day so, with his best voice, he exclaimed,

"Thank you, all of you! It was a pleasure entertaining you! Y-You really don't know how much it means to me..." he said, taking off his hat and holding it with both hands, looking down slightly. Donning his hat once more, he continued. "Though I'm sorry about breaking this here game, I, Freddy Fazbear, wish you all a good day!"

With a final tip of his hat, and a farewell wave, the bear set off, leaving Stravinsky and the fair-goers behind. After all, he had more games to play!

And win!

A/N: And thus ends the first "real" chapter of this arc, with some much-needed characterization for our favorite plastic bear! Up next are Foxy and Chica!

By the way, try reading Stravinsky's dialogue as the Heavy from TF2 for added effect. You'llenjoyit.

Until next time!