"All these Animatronics have made us so famous.
They got a history, almost all of it's heinous.
But they make us so much money, how could anyone blame us?"
"OH! LOOK! A BALLOON!" Molten Freddy grabbed a red balloon with a smiley face on it from a nearby trash can.
"Ugh. Daddy, how long do we have to stay out here? I want to get in that pizzeria and put this claw I have into use!" Scrap Baby whined to her father, Scraptrap, AKA William Afton.
"Patience my dear. Patience. All we need is time for one of these stupid staff members to take one of us in for salvaging. That is the time we strike." Scraptrap said to Scrap Baby.
"Fine. I just hope those tasers don't hurt as much as some people said they would." Scrap Baby said worryingly.
"It's as I say, a little bit of pain is worth it to reach your targets." Scraptrap said in a somewhat calming tone.
"I still don't get why they didn't pick the ball pit!" Molten Freddy yelled in frustration, referring to a discount ball pit the staff had in a catalog, a small cardboard box full of balls.
"It was the perfect plan! I would hide in Ball pit, and when they brought the ball pit in, I'd be in the pizzeria! I even made a silly sign for when they were gonna go in the salvage room!" Molten Freddy shouted out his failed plan as he held up a sign.
"That plan being 'Perfect' is up for debate." Scrab Baby muttered.
"What do you mean!?" Molten Freddy yelled.
"That ball pit is just a cardboard box and some balls. The staff aren't that stupid." Scrap Baby explained.
"Why I oughta-" Moten Freddy was interrupted by the sound of a door opening and voice.
"You're just a big bundle of brilliance, Harold. Thank you, Harold. You're welcome, Harold." A man talked to himself as he went down the alley.
"Speak of the devil. Alright, guys, Positions." Scraptrap ordered as the salvages pretended to deactivate. Harold walked down the street with his taser in hand.
"Alright, cut the crap, guys. I know you're alive." Harold said in a monotone voice. The salvages didn't budge. "Ugh, always have to do things myself." Harold then used his taser to shock the animatronics, jolting them back to life.
"OW OW OW OW! It hurts much more then I imagined it to hurt." Scrap Baby said, some oil coming out of her eyes.
"Ok, fine, you caught us. Now are you gonna take us in for salvaging?" Molten Freddy asked.
"Really!? You're just gonna give up your disguise like that!?" William, AKA Scraptrap scolded Molten Freddy.
"Salvaging!? While that would make me a bit of money, that won't make me enough money." Harold explained.
"What!? But I know that under paragraph 4 that-" Scraptrap exclaimed in confusion before being cut off by Harold taking out a piece of paper labeled "Paragraph 4" and ripping it up.
"Paragraph 4!? What about paragraph 4? I don't know anything about paragraph 4! Does it look like I know anything about paragraphs?" Harold turned "Paragraph 4" into shreds before throwing away the remains of the paper into a nearby trash can.
"Wait! If you're not here to salvage us, what are you going to do!? Destroy us?!" Molten Freddy screamed.
"What!? No! Destroying you won't make me money! I'm here to do what no other pizzeria owner has ever done before." Harold said with a smirk on his face.
"And that would be what?" Scraptrap asked.
"I'm gonna turn you three into STARS!" Harold took out a microphone, a fancy tie, and a pom pom from behind him.
"...Why do I have such a horrible feeling about this?" Scrap Baby said melodramatically.
Harold had the three animatronics sit down in chairs next to screen.
"Now, you disgusting tin cans, tell me, what do children like most?" Harold asked the salvages.
"BIRTHDAY PARTIES!" Molten Freddy exclaimed.
"Ice cream!" Scrap Baby said.
"Being murdered." Scraptrap said.
"Yes, children all like that, but do you know what they like most? Excitement. Awesomeness. Something that'll totally knock their socks off! And right now, my animatronics aren't as exciting." Harold played some videos on his screen.
"Alright, children! It's time for everyone's favorite spider...man...thing...MUSIC MAN!" An announcer proclaimed as children cheered as the curtains on a stage drew back to reveal Music Man, who was banging his cymbals on his head, mangling his head and cymbals.
"Hey! That guy's not playing cymbals correctly!" One of the children said.
"Yeah! Where's my music!?"
"You don't use cymbals to smash heads!"
The audience booed and hissed at Music Man, throwing cups and pizza at the spider...man...thing before the curtains closed.
"Alright, kids! It's time for everyone's favorite chicken, Rockstar Chica!"
The curtains opened
''Alright kids! Let-"
Rockstar Chica noticed the caution sign before falling limp
"Hey who that put that sign there?!" A kid yelled
"BOO!HISS!"
"Alright kids! It's time for the Mediocre Melodies!" An announcer said as the curtains drew back to show the Mediocre Melodies, who were still practicing.
"How do you work this banjo?" Pigpatch played with his banjo before accidentally slamming it into Nedd Bear.
"OW! Banjo danger! " Nedd Bear yelled.
"Was it...Shia Kazing?" Orville Elephant's wand then spurt out electricity, which then hit Happy Frog.
"HEY! WHY I OUGHTA-" Happy Frog then grabbed her bulb from her head before trying to throw at Orville, only to miss and throw it at the audience.
"OW! MY LEG!"
"Boo! Hiss!" The audience then grabbed random stuff and threw it at the stage.
"You know, this reminds me of story. It was in fall...or winter...or maybe it was the summer. I don't know. You see, Orville and I-" Mr Hippo droned about his as the curtains closed.
"Ok, kids. Due to constant whining from one of our animatronics, here on stage for the first, AND ONLY, time...Candy Cadet." The curtains slid back to reveal Candy Cadet, all his lights yellow as he spoke in his text to speech voice.
"I am a Candy Cadet. Come get you're candy here." Candy Cadet then spurt out a bunch of candy to the audience.
"Yay! Free candy- OW! MY EYE!"
"MY EARS! I GOT SHOT IN THE EAR!"
"MY PEN-"
"BOOO! BOO! HISSS!" The audience then shot random objects at the stage.
"...Return to Candy Cadet again, and maybe I will tell you a story." Candy Cadet tried to wheel off, but tripped and fell down before getting pelted by objects.
"So, what do you want us to do about it?" Scrap Baby asked.
"I'm making you three preform on stage for the kiddies! You're the most exciting animatronics I could find, so you'll do just fine!" Harold explained.
"WOOO! I GET TO ENTERTAIN CHILDREN AGAIN!" Molten Freddy celebrated. Scraptrap, however, wasn't convinced.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now." Scraptrap said ominously.
"I could make it worth your while." Harold said
"What!?" Scraptrap exclaimed.
"If you entertain the children during the day, I'll lock three children in the pizzeria when it's closing time, one child to kill for each of you." Harold explained to the animatronics killers.
"Wait, are you serious!?" Scraptrap yelled.
"As serious as I'll ever be. So.. have we got a deal?" Harold extended his arm for a hand shake.
"I'm not sure about this, dad. He doesn't seem like a very trust worthy guy." Scrap Baby said to her father.
"But this also gives us an excellent opportunity to kill some children again! We're sold, manager!" Scraptrap extended his one arm to Harold.
"Please, call me Harold."