Freddy wasn't the exact same after Lizzy literally ripped him a new asshole or rather 'a asshole', seeing how he didn't have a hole to begin with) and shoved the fan in there. Well, he was still an alcoholic man-bear-bot. If anything, the drinking got worse. And he still thought he was the sexiest animatronic in existence ever since Chuck. E. Cheese O.D on cheddaroine (a new drug that combined cheddar cheese with heroine) a year and a half previous.

Serves the famous rat bastard right.

But back on topic, what the noticeable difference was what happened whenever Lizzy came in to do her night shift….

Freddy was staring at his feet in sorrow. He was literally nailed to the stage for the month while Chica and Bonnie got to walk around and interact with everyone. He thought it was a bit extreme. Granted, he probably overindulged himself on the Jack Daniels he stole from the kitchen. But he thought he should have been given praise for his expert twerking. Freddy had convinced himself that the grandmother who had a heart attack did so because she was just so aroused by his expertise in the fine modern art that is twerking. It's not like he had horrified and traumatised her or anyone else. Why, the kids were crying in joy as they begged their parents to leave! Surely so they could get cameras to take pictures. Maybe even help him get bigger gigs! Maybe a backup dancer, or a male stripper! Or a gigolo! It would have all been good for Freddy. Anything was better than singing to kids, and Freddy was ready for it all.

Chica and Bonnie were on stage next to him. Waiting for midnight before they would go about and do their own thing. Chica had forbade Bonnie from getting Freddy any sort of alcoholic drink for him while he was stuck on stage. Freddy however, had prepared for such a scenario and saved up on coke laced heavily with rum. Those morons were none the wiser.

Freddy wanted to pat his shoulder for his genius. He was the leader or a reason after all. He even had his name changed to Freddy Fucking Fazbear a year ago, though sadly it could not be made publically known, for some reason. But he had been able to convince the manager with no problems whatsoever.

It's amazing how often you'll get people to do what you want when you have them pinned to the ground by their throat and threatening to squeeze the life (and their blood and organs) out of them, as well as threatening to shove them into a suit only mean for endoskeletons. Not people. Because that tended to result in death.

The front door creaked open, and Lizzy herself came in to do her night shift.

But Freddy could only think one thing as he stared at her. Horror and despair filling him up to the brim.

The fan…

The fan…

The fan…

His cute robo-bear butt…

The fan…

"AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Everyone was startled and looking at Freddy as he waved his arms frantically in the direction of Lizzy, as though he was trying to swat her away like a fly. Or perhaps he wanted to push himself further away from Lizzy as possible. An impossible task since he was nailed to the stage.

"Freddy, what's wrong?" Bonnie asked in concern as he looked to the animatronic.

"GET HER AWAY! GET HER AWAY!" Freddy wailed, llike magnets were all around him threatening to tear his body apart as they attracted different parts of his body.

"Freddy, please calm down," Chica tried to calm him down as Lizzy looked on with a shocked expression. Even Foxy had peaked out of his 'curtains of shame and solitude' as he called them and looked at Freddy. He actually looked concerned for once and not just self-pitying. Marionette peaked out of the hallway leading to the bathrooms and game room (taking a brief break from making a life size doll in Lizzy's likeness), as did Balloon Boy who looked on in curiosity.

"What's wrong with Freddy, Mari?"

"If I had to guess, a midlife crisis."

"Mari?" Lizzy looked to the two with an evil grin. "Did he call you Mari?" Lizzy broke into a small laugh. "Oh my fucking GOD! That's so damn perfect! It suits you perfectly…" Lizzy smirked. "Virgin Mari."

Marionette may not have been able to show it due to the perpetual smile on his mask, but he was crying inside. Why did his love have to be so cruel at times? He would have thought she would stop it by now after he got a knife and stab that guy (Keith) who had dared to say hi to her as she left when her shift ended. It was so obvious he was a villain who would have done vile things to her. Why else would a man other than the Marionette himself (even if one were to question how he could be called a man) unless they were the bad guy?

Lizzy was going to be his doll after all. He totally called dibs on her, and he was the hero.

But back to Freddy and his panic attack…

"MY LOVELY BADONKADONK! I DON'T WAN'T A FAN UP MY BUTT!" Freddy screamed as Chica and Bonnie did everything they could to ease his mental suffering. Foxy went back to being a self-pitying prick and went on about how he hadn't bit Jeremy's frontal lobe out, Freddy wouldn't be in the state he was in now.

Ever since then, Freddy could not look at Lizzy without recalling what Lizzy did to him. He would scream, cry and have panic attacks constantly. The others have been trying to help him overcome his Lizzy-phobia. It was difficult seeing how even seeing badly done picture (by Bonnie, who later cried when Marionette berated him for the badness) set Freddy off in tears.

It definitely didn't help that Lizzy had found Freddy's pain funny, as well as his reaction to just her being present in the same room. She made sure to be right in his line of sight whenever she entered the pizzeria.

"Hi, Freddy~!" Lizzy chirped, giving a wide smile up towards Freddy. Said animatronic bear already started to cry when he saw the cruel blonde. Lizzy just laughed however. To her, this was the funniest thing. EVER!

"Man this is too damn easy," Lizzy laughed before walking towards the hallway for the bathroom. "Gotta use the girl's room before work, so see ya in a bit!"

Freddy was whimpering even a minute after Lizzy left the dining room. He just couldn't take this anymore. He had to get away from Lizzy. He just had to. But where was he safe? Lizzy could find them on those blasted cameras of hers and…

…

Freddy Fucking Fazbear just had the best idea since he came up with the idea of making a sci-fi version of 'Hamlet'.

Looking down at his nailed feet, Freddy gripped his left ankle and began tugging.

"Freddy, what are you doing?" Chica demanded, narrowing her eyes towards Freddy.

"I can't take this!" Freddy wailed. "I have to get to the one place I know I'll be safe from that horrible woman, and the only thing separating me from that is these damn nails!"

"Freddy… Are you…? Bonnie! I thought I told you not to give Freddy any of his drinks!"

"I didn't," Bonnie whimpered. "I-I only gave Freddy the coke he stored in that secret compartment in the Parts and Services room!" Chica furrowed her brows in confusion. Why would Freddy even have a need to…?

Just as Chica had pieced it all together, Freddy had managed to pull both of his feet free from the nails. They left a single hole each in both feet but in Freddy's opinion, holes in his feet was a price worth praying for his idea.

He jumped off stage and stumbled down towards the west hall, accidently (at least that's what it looked like) punching Foxy back into his cove as he walked by those curtains. In just a few moments, he made it inside the security office, just as Lizzy could be heard yelling,

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MARILYN! THIS BATHROOM STALL'S OCCUPIED!"

Freddy giggled to himself as he picked up the tablet. The power was at 100%, and the main power source would soon be off and switched to the generator.

Ding-dong, ding…

'Yaaa…'

Oh, well speak of the Devil.

"Fucking dumbass," Lizzy muttered as she left the bathroom after shoving the Marionette down a toilet. Due to the Marionette's incredibly skinniness, only the bottom of his pointy legs were sticking out swinging frantically to and fro. Lizzy stretched her arms out as she walked down the east hall to get into her office.

SLAM!

Lizzy froze as the door slammed shut in her face. What the hell happened? Did BB get in her office and-.

"How do you like having the door shut in your face, you stupid bitch?" The hall light was turned on, and inside her office stood Freddy. He was casually pulled down the chest plate of his suit and pulled and pulled out a bottle of rum. "Not so nice, is it?"

"But… What the hell are you doing in my office, Delores?!" Lizzy demanded, glaring at the drunkard as he pulled the bottle cork out with his teeth and began chugging his alcohol.

"This is the only place I'm safe from you, you horrible person! You can't get me now!" Freddy laughed and chugged down more rum.

"… You only have so much power," Lizzy told him. "I can wait here until that power runs out. Then I'll make you wish I'll just rip another asshole and shove a fan up there." Freddy stopped his drinking and looked out at Lizzy. He hadn't thought of that. He may have just made the whole thing worse. Well, it was too late now. Freddy would just have to try and survive the night. Lizzy couldn't stay here forever. She had to sleep sometime and-.

"Wait, where are you going?" Freddy demanded when Lizzy began to walk away.

"You always play with me, so I'm playing with you now," Lizzy told him coldly. "And I'm getting the others to help too. You're all alone you drunk Care Bear."

"You damn whore!"

"At least when I die I won't be a virgin unlike the rest of you fucks! Especially the Virgin Mari!"

"PLEASE JUST ACCEPT MY LOVE!" was heard from the dining room as Lizzy stalked off. Freddy was shaking a bit. He was alone, and everyone would just try to-

"Hi!" BB said cheerfully, sticking his head out of the vent before Freddy grabbed the swivel chair and jammed it into the vent.

"GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE MY TWERKING SKILL!"

The rest of the night had been hell for Freddy. Lizzy hadn't been able to get all the animatronics to help. BB had been too upset that Freddy hit him to do so, and Foxy was crying and trying to act like the 'Bite of '87' was somehow related to this. Bonnie did try to get Freddy to open the doors, but being the shy bunny he was, he broke down into tears when Freddy yelled at him to go away. Chica had been more serious, threatening Freddy with a spanking of the not-fun-kind.

Freddy didn't know where the Marionette was, and Lizzy…

One moment, Lizzy would be on stage, staring up at the camera. The next she would be the game room with BB. For some reason she would be seen near the men's bathroom a couple of times and once or twice he heard her in the kitchen, cursing. It felt a little familiar, but he couldn't quite…

Wait, wasn't that his usual routine? Except with the ladies bathroom?

And why did he feel like he was forgetting…

…

Why did he hear, 'Pop Goes the Weasel'?

"BOO!"

Freddy screamed like a girl and turned around, just in time to be tackled to the floor by the Marionette.

"What the hell, man?!"

"You angered my love!" declared the Marionette, boldly. "I can't let this crime go unpunished! You must have the doors open, and pay for your crime!"

"For god's sake, you're a fucking puppet! If she dated you, it'd be like dating a male sex doll without the fake genitals!"

"I can wear a strap on if my love needs it!"

"Fuck you!" Freddy shoved the Marionette off of him with ease. "I'm the boss here, not you! I'm the best here! I'm what makes twerking great! I am the true origin of twerking! That Cyrus girl stole it from me!"

"Twerking originated from the sage grouse birds, actually," Chica informed them from behind the east hall window.

"Go the hell away!"

Wrrr…

The power went out. Freddy looked aaround in fear. How did that even-.

"Hello!"

"BB you little shit!"

"Don't call him that!" Chica shrieked as she came in through the now open doors and picked BB up so they could do more baking in the kitchen together. BB stuck his tongue out at Freddy as they left.

"Stupid little-."

"Well it seems that the power has gone out." Freddy froze. He heard Lizzy's voice, singing in tune to the Toreador March. He looked to the west door. Lizzy stood there, holding a flashlight under her face as she stared ominously at Freddy. The Marionette was silently giggling as he stood by the side-lines. Holding back his desire to gush over Lizzy (for the moment) as she continued to sing.

"I bet you wish," Lizzy held up her baseball bat. "You shut your mouth. So, I guess there is only one thing left, and that's for you to deep throat this bat. You had this coming bear. You should know that. As this is your pun-ish-ment!"

Freddy was shaking as he looked at Lizzy. Why couldn't he move? Why did he feel so scared? Is this how guards felt whenever he stood at the door doing the same thing?

Maybe he should-.

But his thought was incomplete as Lizzy tackled him the ground and raised the bat high over his mouth.

"Open wide and deep throat the bat!" cackled Lizzy as she brought the bat down.

Hours later…

"Nearly got that bat out?" Lizzy asked the engineer as she sat in her chair, reading a magazine called, 'BAMF Weekly!' The engineer in question was trying to pull the baseball bat out of Freddy's throat, who was gagging, choking and flailing his arms like a mad man as oily tears of pain leaked down his face.

"Did you have to shove the bat down his throat?!"

"Yes."

Hopefully you will find this as funny as the first chapter. Or at least funny in general :3