Ben woke up. He looked around, trying to find out where he was. He was still the pizzeria's backstage area. He stood up, and went through the door that looked like it went to the stage where the Fazbear band performed. He looked around on the stage. Looking at the clock on the wall, he barely saw what time it was thanks to the moonlight shining through the windows. Midnight. He called for the others.
"Guys? Are you still here? It's Ben!" When he said it he noticed that his voice was different. "Must be coming down with something." He said to himself. He jumped down from the stage, wandering the pizzeria. "Place looks different at night. Sort of creepy." He thought. He looked throughout the entire pizzeria, but couldn't find any sign of his friends. He shrugged and went to leave, but the front door was locked. "Dammit." He said. He tried pushing the doors harder. The place wasn't exactly known for its security. He stopped, though. He saw that his hand was different. It was purple, and covered in fur. "What the…" he looked down. His body was bigger, with a white circle covering the front like the lighter fur on the underside of a cat. He was wearing a red bow tie. He wasn't wearing shoes, and his legs and feet were purple and covered in fur like his hands. No, it can't be. He dashed to the restrooms and looked at himself in the mirror. What he feared was true. It was undeniable. The long ears, the short, white colored mouth, the triangular nose, the purple color. He touched the mirror, to make sure what he was seeing was real. He grabbed his forehead, and backed out of the room. "No, it can't be true!" he said. "No, I-I'm dreaming. This is all a nightmare! It has to be!" He punched himself, trying to wake himself up. It didn't do any good. He punched the wall. He ran back to the backstage area. He saw that Bonnie wasn't among the animatronics. He couldn't accept it, he had to be dreaming. This was ridiculous! He couldn't be Bonnie! He was Ben! He wasn't an animatronic rabbit!
Yet, he saw it in the mirror. He saw Bonnie, not Ben. He walked out to the stage and sat on the edge. He sat there, and put his head in his hands. He was so confused. All he could remember was being in the pizzeria with the others. Why was he like this? Why wasn't he himself? He was cut off from his thoughts when he heard something that was welcoming to his now long ears.
"Guys? Anybody?" It was Clarissa. Ben immediately got up, his first instinct to go to his friend. Then he stopped. How would she react? He wasn't exactly himself. He jumped off the stage, running back to the restrooms, tripping on the way. He went into one of the stalls. "Guys? Is that you? It's Clarissa!" She was getting closer. What should he do? His mind was a mess. He heard footsteps enter the restroom. "Ben? Freddy? Eddie?" She called.
"I-in here." Ben said.
"Ben? Why are you in the girls' room?" Oh great. Ben didn't notice he went into the girls' restroom.
"Er…no reason."
"Well, come out. We need to find Eddie and Freddy." She went to open the stall door.
"No! Don't come in here! I'm…indecent!"
"What? Are you naked?"
"No! I'm just…different."
"Oh, come on out. I won't laugh."
"Okay. Just don't run when you see me, okay?"
"Fine." Ben took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Here I am."
"Come into the light. I can't see you." He stepped into the light. She looked at him, mouth gaping. Ben did the same, because Clarissa was one of the animatronics, too. Her smooth, blond hair replaced with golden feathers. Her head was that of a bird, an orange beak where her mouth had been, yet still filled with teeth. A bib saying "Let's Eat!" wrapped around her neck. Clarissa was Chica.
"Ben? What the hell happened to you?"
"I should ask the same to you!"
"What?"
"Look in the mirror!" She turned around, and saw her now robotic reflection. She looked at her hands, then back at her face.
"What. The hell." She turned to look at Ben.
"Hey, don't look at me! I don't know why we're like this!" He said, putting up his hands.
"It's just…what the hell happened to us?"
"I don't know. I reacted the same way! I think it's safe to say Freddy and Eddie are Freddy and Foxy, though."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. I think it makes sense."
"Nothing makes sense right now." She said, sitting on the dirty bathroom floor.
"We should do something together." Ben said. Clarissa gave him a questioning look. "I mean, if Freddy and Eddie are like us too, then one should wake up in a while. We might as well do something while we wait for them to wake up, and then sort things out."
"I guess you're right."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Uh…I guess I can make a pizza."
"Why? It's not like we can really eat anymore."
"It calms me down!"
"Okay, okay. What am I supposed to do, though? I said together for a reason."
"Why? It's not like one of us is going overseas anytime soon."
"I just thought…never mind. I guess I can practice that guitar. I'm going to need to know how to play when we perform."
"Oh, yeah. Dang it, I hate singing."
"Why? You sound great!"
"Yeah, and pigs can fly."
"Well, whether you like it or not we'll have to perform."
"Forget that. I'll be cooking if you need me." She walked away.
"Okay then." He called. "I love that girl, er…chick" He thought to himself. He walked backstage, looking for the orange bass guitar he saw Bonnie use for all of those years. He had really admired the creators of the robots, giving them the ability to perform complex actions like playing a guitar. Most would probably think that the sound came from a speaker somewhere, but it actually was authentic. He found it on the ground, next to a table. He picked it up and examined it. It was in good condition, even though it had been used for years. Some paint was pealing slightly, and there was a dent in it, but other than that it was fine. He walked out to the stage. He wasn't sure what to do at first, but then something seemed to come over him, and he began playing the guitar masterfully. He played just like Bonnie did during the shows. He stopped, placed the guitar down, and examined his hands. He clenched them in and out. "Must be in the programming."
"What the? Bonnie, operating at night?" Ben turned. "Oh, crap." The originator of the voice turned and ran. It had to be Eddie. Freddy was brave. He wouldn't run. Ben followed him, calling his name.
"Eddie? Eddie?"
"How does it know my name?" Ben heard a soft voice say. It was coming from Pirate Cove. Ben pulled back the purple curtains to see two white pupils staring at him in the dark.
"Please, whatever the hell you are, don't hurt me."
"Eddie, I'm not going to hurt you. It's me, Ben."
"Ben? No, you're not Ben. Ben's human, you're an animatronic character, I'm hallucinating. There is no way in hell that you can be Ben."
"Look, Eddie. I know I'm Bonnie. Clarissa's Chica. You are probably one, too."
"Liar!"
"Look in the mirror if you don't believe me, Foxy." Ben said in a somewhat antagonistic way.
"Y-you leave me alone! I swear to God I'll-what the hell happened to my hand?" Eddie looked at his right hand, or at least where it should have been. In its place was a metal hook. He sprang up and ran, shoving Ben to the side. He ran into the bathroom (the only mirror in the building was in there) and saw himself. Not Eddie Teach, but Foxy. Ben walked in. Eddie just stared at himself, unreadable. Then, out of nowhere, he punched the wall next to the mirror with his only hand and began to pace around, muttering several inaudible things.
"Eddie, I know this is alarming. Trust me, I acted the same way. Just calm down, Eddie."
"Calm down? We're animatronic animals, Ben! We're not human anymore, don't you see? This isn't something I can just accept in five minutes! Think, we can't eat anymore, or sleep, or feel pain, or-"
"Those sound like positives to me."
"Basic human attributes have been stripped from us, Ben! This isn't a game! We're are somehow our childhood idols and you're not even questioning why?"
"Hey, I want to know why we're like this just as much as you do. You're overreacting."
"You're underreacting."
"Well, you're…never mind."
"Go on, say it!"
"Well, you're not acting like yourself."
"What are you talking about? I'm stressed, and this is what stress does to people."
"You don't act like this normally. You're too angry."
"What, are you critiquing my actions now? Is that rabbit's programming getting to you?"
"No, it's not."
"Well, I'm not going to standing around and be insulted until six in the morning. I'm going where I belong now, Pirate Cove." He ran off. Ben decided he should tell Clarissa that Eddie had "woken up." He walked to the kitchen. It was surprisingly dark in there. He could hear the jingle of the pots and pans as Clarissa looked for the right utensil.
"Hey."
"Cooking."
"I can see. How many did you make?"
"Several." Ben looked to see a pile of pizza boxes on the counter, all filled with fresh pizza.
"Wow. You made all of this in a half hour?"
"Sure did. I was good at cooking before, but stress makes me work faster."
"I can see that."
"What do you want?"
"Oh yeah. Eddie's here. He's Foxy."
"Really? I'm gonna go say hi!" She dropped the pizza she was making and ran out of the kitchen. She put her head back in for a second. "Where?"
"Pirate Cove."
"Thanks!" Ben walked back to the backstage area. He looked at the Freddy Fazbear on the floor, wondering when Freddy would wake. He would wake up, wouldn't he? Ben stared in deep thought for a long time. What if Freddy never woke up? They would be without the glue that tied them together, the one who broke up the fights. Eddie and he already got into an argument. They'd live in constant anger, and may even take it out on the kids during the day! They'd never be as close as they were, and what if Clarissa sided with Eddie on a fight, or what if she and he fought? He'd never be friends with her again, much less a boyfriend.
"Please wake up, Freddy. Please." He pleaded. As if by magic, the robot began to stir. "Freddy? Are you awake?"
"Ben? Oh my God, what happened? Last thing I remember was…" Freddy saw Ben. "Am I high or something?"
"Wow, that's the best reaction yet. No, you're not high."
"I have to be. You look just like Bonnie."
"Well, that's because I am."
"Oh, shut up dude. Take off the costume or whatever you're wearing."
"Freddy, this is not a costume."
"What, are you Bonnie? For real?"
"That's right. You're Freddy."
"I remember my name, thanks."
"No, you're Freddy Fazbear."
"Am I?" He looked at his hands and body. "Guess I am."
"You're taking this well."
"Eh, I just go with the flow. Does this mean Eddie and Clarissa are Foxy and Chica?"
"Correct."
"Wow. Figures you'd get stuck in the bunny." Freddy joked.
"Aw, shut up. Not all of us are robots that conveniently have our names. You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know that?"
"Sorta. Let's get everyone together. We need to find out why we're like this."
"Yeah, I was waiting for you to wake up before we talk."
"Well, where are they?"
"Pirate Cove. Just a warning, Eddie is not taking this well."
"Oh boy." Ben helped Freddy up and they walked to Pirate Cove. They walked to Pirate Cove, when they got there, they heard Eddie and Clarissa yelling at each other. "There they go." They opened the curtains and saw Eddie and Clarissa having an argument.
"Am I the only one thinking rationally here? This isn't a freaking game, Clarissa! You and Ben can't get the fact that this is what we're going to be for the rest of our lives through your thick skulls!"
"We might not be able to die, though."
"Oh, and you think that's good? Living in these shells for eternity, never being able to be normal people again? Huh? Do you?"
"Yeah, it sounds good to me!"
"Are you kidding me? This is the worst thing that's ever happened to us!" Freddy had enough. He stepped in between the two bickering robots.
"Okay, guys. That's enough. We're not going to get anywhere if we keep fighting."
"Freddy? Is that you?" Clarissa asked.
"Great, now that bear's going to preach to us." Eddie muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, it's me. This entire thing is crazy, right?"
"Crazy doesn't even begin to explain this." Eddie said.
"We should find something that can give us more information about this mess." Ben said. "How about we check the security cameras?"
"Good idea!" Clarissa said.
"Thanks." Ben scratched the back of his neck. If he could blush, he probably would have.
"Security room's in the back." Eddie said.
"Well, let's go then!" Freddy said as he walked out of Pirate Cove. Eddie followed behind him, followed by Clarissa and finally Ben, who kept close to her. They reached the security room, which didn't have a guard because nobody ever stole from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Mr. Fazbear kept the room though to check the camera footage every morning. They entered the room.
"Let's see…that tablet looks like it could open the video." Ben said. He tapped around, half-focused on finding the security tape, half focused on the revolutionary technology for the time. Eventually he found the tape. "Got it. Here it is." He played the tape, and they watched their brutal murder. They sat, silent, trying to come to grips with what they were watching. That same look stayed on their faces for a long time. The look of shock, terror, disbelief. They saw the janitor shove their cold, dead bodies into the robots that they are now. The tape stopped, as Ben, Freddy, Clarissa, and Eddie just looked into space, the grief of their deaths setting in.
