Disclaimer: I do not own "Five Nights at Freddy's" or its characters.


1971

When the two golden animatronics opened their eyes again, it felt like they had just been shut down for the move to Fazbear Entertainment. They looked around them, finding themselves to be in a very different location from the diner.

There were sparkle motifs everywhere, and they quickly spotted posters of four robots they did not recognize – a brown bear, a purple rabbit, a yellow chicken and a red fox.

"Oh those must be our new friends!" Ralfbunny said in excitement. A tap on his elbow made him look to his right.

Fredbear was there, and nodded at a chubby man with a kind round face that stood in front of them to turn Ralfbunny's attention towards him.

"Good morning," the man greeted. "Do you know where you are?"

Ralfbunny put his hand in the hair eagerly. "Oooh Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, right?" he attempted, remembering what Alice had told him.

The man smiled. "That's right. My name is Francis Anderson, and I'm the manager of this pizzeria," he explained. "Do you remember your names?"

"Fredbear and Ralfbunny, get to the point," the golden bear replied curtly before his friend could.

The manager chuckled lightly and gestured towards the posters they had seen. "Very well. The two of you must know about our new robots…"

"Yeah," Fredbear grunted. "And I can't help but notice there are no posters of us around."

Francis looked back at Fredbear, clicking his tongue. "Yes, yes… About that – the four animatronics you see here will be the main attraction of the pizzeria." He ignored Fredbear's growl of disapproval and carried on. "The two of you will have a special role."

The golden bunny tilted his head. "Special?"

"You two will double as both animatronic and suits," Francis informed.

Ralfbunny's ears dropped and his smile disappeared.

Catching sight of it, Fredbear's eyes narrowed. "Suits?" he repeated. "We're going to be worn as mere suits by the staff, is that what you're saying?"

Francis finally seemed to consider Fredbear's growing annoyance as something to be concerned about and cleared his throat nervously. "I know it might come as a surprise… But after the… unfortunate event that transpired at the diner you belonged to, well…" Francis paused and looked at the animatronics with an apologetic expression. "We can't have you as the main animatronics, that is just not a possibility. Instead, we have Freddy Fazbear and Bonnie the Bunny, who are based off of you two."

The bear made a short growl. "Brilliant. We've been replaced. Hear that, Ralf?" He turned to the golden bunny. "They bought us so they could rub it in our faces how we're not the stars anymore – no, we're just accessories now."

Ralfbunny looked back and forth between Fredbear and Francis. "Hum, I-I'm sure they don't mean it like that… Mr. Anderson, we're still going to be around the children, right?" he asked desperately.

"Yes, of course!" Francis assured. "Just not all the time. Sometimes, you will be used as suits by entertainers, and others you will be allowed to roam about as you please. This is all to provide with more job opportunities, you see…"

The golden bunny might have sighed in relief, but Fredbear didn't care. He had been replaced, and that was the harsh reality. After Peter Hampton's death, he was not considered to be good enough to be the face of the diner, let alone a pizzeria. He knew from the beginning that they were just doing all they could to get rid of him, no matter how much Ralf tried to tell him otherwise.

Ralfbunny, on the other hand, didn't mind. He would still be able to interact with the kids, so all was good. That was what he had been built for, after all. He knew Fredbear was not one bit happy about having been replaced by this "Freddy Fazbear", but he was sure that, in time, he would get used to it. Personally, Ralfbunny couldn't wait to meet those new animatronics, especially the one that had been based off of him – Bonnie, right?

"Ah, I almost forgot," Francis suddenly said. "I must warn you that your names have been changed…"

Fredbear rolled his eyes. "For goodness sake, our names as well? Why don't you just go ahead and re-make me into a ballet-dancing crocodile?" he snapped, his voice soaked in sarcasm.

Ralfbunny broke into a loud laughter at his friend's remark. The laughter was quickly muffled though, as the golden bear glared at him from the corner of his eyes, which lead the bunny to quickly adopt an expression that would be much appropriate at a funeral.

"Well, since you now belong to a different company, we thought that it would be for the best to change your names," Francis explained. "Now you will be called Golden Freddy and Spring Bonnie."

The bear huffed in outrage. "What, now I'm named after a robot that is a rip-off of me? Now that makes perfect sense…!"

The bunny cut him off before he could fume any further. "I think the names sound great!" he praised, though he was mostly saying it to avoid Fredbear from arguing with their new manager. "They're easier for the kids to remember, I think."

Fredbear made a noise of disagreement, crossing his arms and muttering something under his breath.

Things were not going to be easy, Ralfbunny could tell. It was going to take a long while before Fredbear grew to accept his new partners and roll in their new home.

But it would work out. It had to work out. Things couldn't end the same way they did at the diner…


Over the two years that followed, a lot of things changed in the two golden robots' "lives".

Ralfbunny was happy to interact with the children again, and was pleased to see that they were not as "wild" as the ones at the diner. Maybe it was because it was in another town? At least at the pizzeria he didn't have kids pulling his ears and forcing him to look stupid every day.

Fredbear was still a problem, sadly. He had always been the more serious of the two, prone to grumpiness, but he had always been, in general, fairly nice to the kids. Now, he rarely talked to the kids, instead just watching them from a distance and letting the new robots do all the work. He was bitter, Ralfbunny knew it.

That attitude only made things worse though. Tired of having the bear snap at the staff over every little thing they said, the management decided it would be best to simply have Fredbear used as a suit at all times. That meant he would never get to interact with the kids again.

"Fredbear, if you apologize and try to be nicer, I'm sure they'll change their mind…!" the bunny had told him, only to be interrupted by the bear.

"I. Don't. Care," he hissed. "I'm tired of handling these humans, Ralf. Staff thinking they're so much better just because they're living beings while we're not – those brats, always whining about how their parents are so annoying when all they want is for them to be safe. I'm done. If you ask me, this is all for the best. Now maybe I can have some peace and quiet. And stop calling me Fredbear. That's not my name anymore…"

Ralfbunny knew very well that Fredbear didn't mean any of that. He was just, as usual, playing tough so he wouldn't have to show his real feelings.

This new decision meant, of course, that now he could only talk to the bear after the diner closed. They were usually left alone in the backroom, a dark and gloomy place that Ralfbunny didn't really like, but in time they started having the company of Bonnie the Bunny.

Ralfbunny was happy to see that the purple robot was very much alike him in both personality and looks. Bonnie was very cheerful and friendly, so the two bunnies got along well. Fredbear almost never took part in their conversations. In fact, the bear did his best to avoid talking with the new robots as much as he could.

Life at the pizzeria wasn't going as happily as the bunny would like, and it didn't take too long until problems started coming his way as well.

Maybe because of all the years he spent falling down on purpose for the kids and being harassed by them, his suit was unstable. While Fredbear was perfectly safe to wear by the entertainers, Ralfbunny's spring-lock system wasn't safe. There were times when the slightest bump activated his springs, which almost got the entertainer wearing him seriously hurt. One day, he heard from the mechanic of the pizzeria that he was going to be locked in the backroom from that point on, because a Spring Bonnie suit at another pizzeria had caused an employee to almost bleed out to death.

"S-so I'm not going to be with the kids ever again?" he asked, feeling his world fall apart.

The mechanic sighed. "It's not my call, buddy, sorry. You're going to be kept in the backroom for now, but maybe in time they'll let you be worn as a suit again." The man put a hand in the robot's shoulder. "I still think you're awesome, if it helps."

Ralfbunny chuckled sadly. "Thanks…"

The mechanic was a nice man. He missed Alice, of course, but at least this new mechanic was a nice person who did his best to make the robots comfortable. It had been a long time since Alice McNair had last visited them. They knew she was very busy with college and some new job she had mentioned, but they didn't fully understand why she couldn't visit them anymore. Did something happen to her…?

"Like everyone else, she got tired of us," Fredbear had stated, not bothering to open his eyes to look at the bunny. "Face it, Ralf, our services are no longer required. We are expendable chunks of metal, props that no one wants to have around anymore."

The sad thing was, Ralfbunny was starting to agree with him… It was like something was making their lives get more and more miserable, and that them getting shut down permanently and sent to a junkyard was only a matter of time. During the day, it was like they were in a deep sleep, and once they had their free-will back at night, they didn't know what had happened during the morning or afternoon. They were just suits – props, like Fredbear said. It was like they weren't even… they weren't even wanted anymore…

'But at least', Ralfbunny told himself, whenever he had these depressing thoughts. 'At least I still have Fredbear with me… I have my friend with me.'

Then that horrible day came. The horrible day when Ralfbunny lost the only thing he had left. It was the 26th of June of 1977. Ralfbunny would never forget that date, ever.

He had heard, from Bonnie, that there would be a birthday being celebrated that day. A girl who was a regular there, and who seemed to be well-liked by the robots and staff. Naturally, Ralfbunny didn't know her. It had been five years since he had last seen a child.

When the bunny opened his eyes, there was still light and noise in the pizzeria. Ralfbunny frowned. Odd – was he being activated during the day again? Maybe they had changed their minds about keeping them as suits!

That happy thought was quickly erased from the golden bunny's mind once he saw the mechanic's face. He looked unnaturally pale, and worried.

"W-what's wrong?" the bunny asked. "Did something happen?"

The mechanic asked him to stay quiet with a gesture of his hand. Someone else entered the backroom, right behind the man, carrying Fredbear. Ralfbunny's ears dropped and his eyes widened in horror. There were stains all over the bear's suit – dark red stains. The bunny wondered what they could be. Oil, maybe? Ketchup? Did the kids get him all dirty like that? Heh, they usually did that to him.

"What happened to Fred – I-I mean, Golden Freddy?" he wanted to know. "Did the kids…"

"Spring Bonnie, please," the mechanic interrupted harshly. "Don't speak."

Ralfbunny pouted. Why was he telling to shut up? What on earth was going on?!

Fredbear opened his eyes once the mechanic re-activated him. The bear blinked, and looked around, gaining the same confused expression Ralfbunny got once he realized that they had been re-activated earlier than usual.

"Golden Freddy," the mechanic called.

The bear stared at the mechanic, frowning deeply. "Yes? You look aggravated, did something…"

"Please tell me you remember who was wearing you today." The mechanic looked stressed-out.

Something bad was happening, that was obvious. It couldn't have to do with kids being kids and messing up something, it was worse than that.

Fredbear grunted. "As if I know. I am not activated until the pizzeria closes, remember? How am I supposed to know…?"

The man ran fingers through his hair in despair. "Seriously, Golden Freddy, this is urgent! Someone wore you and… and…" He gulped, seemingly unable to talk any further.

"What? What did they do?" Ralfbunny inquired, feeling more and more worried. "What are those stains? What's going on?"

Only then did the bear realize the condition in which he was on. He looked down at his chest and hands, and found his golden fur stained in dark red. For a couple of seconds, he seemed confused, but then his eyes widened in horror.

"Blood…" he gasped. "Is this… Is this…?"

"Blood?" Ralfbunny repeated, his panic growing.

He knew that blood was a liquid that humans had in their bodies, that kept them alive. If there was blood coming out of a human, that meant they were injured, and if they lost a lot of blood, they could die.

"Yes!" the mechanic snapped, his voice shaking. "It's blood, it's the blood of children – two kids have gone missing, and…"

"Missing?! Two kids went missing?" the bunny gasped. He looked at Fredbear, but the bear said nothing.

Fredbear was still staring at his hands. His body trembled, and his mouth was agape, stuck in a silent scream.

Ralfbunny took a cautious step towards the bear. "Fred? F-Fred, talk to me, you're scaring me…"

The bear looked up at the bunny, his expression unchanged. "… It happened again, Ralf… I failed…"

"No, no, no!" Ralfbunny shook his head quickly. "No, you didn't…!"

"This time, someone actually… used me to take the life of a child," Fredbear said in a weak voice. He didn't sound like his usual grumpy, strong self. He sounded broken. His eyes widened even more. "I killed a child."

"What, no! You didn't k-k… You didn't do that!" the bunny reasoned, though he could not bring himself to say the word "kill". "Please, Fred, listen to me…"

"Golden Freddy, calm down," the mechanic requested, despite how nervous he sounded as well. "We just have to gather evidence and we'll find the culprit…"

"I AM THE CULPRIT," the bear thundered, ignoring Ralfbunny's sobs. "Because I exist… If only I didn't exist… But… that can be… fixed…"

Ralfbunny tried to reach for his friend, but the bear shoved him aside harshly without even looking at him. And then, he opened his mouth and reached for something inside him…

"Golden Freddy, what are you doing?!"

"Fred, no!"

Sparks shot everywhere.

The mechanic had no reaction to what was happening. Ralfbunny stared at his friend from the ground, trying to process what was happening.

Fredbear was tearing himself apart. From his mouth, he removed bits of his own endoskeleton, ignoring his own screams and the sound of static as his systems were failing. He tore out his eyes, leaving only wires dangling off his now empty eye-sockets.

Ralfbunny stood up, but it was too late. The bear fell on his knees, twitching.

"FRED!" the bunny called, holding his friend. "Fred, a-answer me please!"

The bear turned his twitching head slowly towards the bunny. He only had a couple of seconds before he shut down.

"R-Ralf bzzzzt…" he muttered, static interrupting his sentence. "… I'm bzzzzt SOrRy…"

He stopped moving. Ralfbunny stared in shock at his friend. Why wasn't he talking anymore? Why wasn't he moving?

"F-Fred? F-Fred!" He turned to the mechanic. "Fix him! Fix him, please!"

The man shook his head, unable to look away from the golden bear. "I-I can't! He… He destroyed his endoskeleton… God, I have to tell Francis…!"

Before the bunny could stop him, the man ran out the room.

He looked back at the golden bear, no longer twitching, no longer talking. No longer… functioning. But they couldn't die, could they? Alice told them that, even though they weren't "alive", if they were shut down permanently, then it would be the same as dying.

Was that it? Was Fredbear… dead?

"Fred…" he called, sobbing. "Fred, this isn't f-funny… Answer me, p-please… Don't leave me alone!"

The answer never came. Fredbear was gone. His friend was gone. Forever.