I never was a person who asked for much.

When I realized that not everyone had the chance to be so affluent as I had been raised, I was appalled. I think it's changed me as a person.

I decided to live in Great grandpa's shoes, especially when recreational AIs were just coming to homes. I made a gamble on those animatronics. I wasn't planning on finding one of the old gang, let alone three! Finding the puppet was a dream come true for me. He was one of my favorites, right next to Bonnie and Foxy!

I was going to be ahead of the game, I knew that. I would be the first to consider entertainment AIs, and all of the superstition and mystery would be pre-made by all of the things that happened in the past!

I bought the new building after fixing Springtrap and construction was underway before I found Goldie.

I was gone for long hours, and when I got home I'd be exhausted. I wanted everything to be perfect for the pizzeria, and perfect it would be!

The Marionette asked me in that low, wispy voice if I was okay, and I told him I was fine. There was no reason to worry. He asked lots of questions, backed by the edge of drama in his voice. He was so curious and dramatic, with an air of seduction and intrigue. I would have given his personality to the fox, or to a snake maybe. The demeanor was good for him, and that was what really mattered.

I answered honestly without ruining the surprise, and he didn't seem to mind. He liked surprises!

I asked him if he missed entertaining kids and he nodded eagerly. I kissed him and he didn't say anymore. He always thought that kisses didn't need words, especially between us, especially at our most passionate.

I slept with him in my arms.

A week from then, the prize corner was finished and simply needed to be plushed out with prizes. I figured that plushies of all of the old characters would be popular with the nostalgic parents and the children. Each plushie could be like a vote on the next animatronic built. The puppet could keep count of that.

I went home that day and managed to cook. Cooking was painful and annoying but it was necessary. Springtrap came to my rescue, offering to watch the food while I sat. I smiled wide before sitting, feeling like a little old woman. My feet hurt from standing so long and I expressed my gratitude to Springtrap. He grunted, mumbling that it was nothing.

He was more withdrawn than the other two, and whatever was in him didn't like being there. That was no surprise, however, as the thing inside didn't like most things. Between the Marionette and children, I didn't know what he liked least.

I asked him if some part of him wanted to perform, on stage in front of kids. He thought for a moment, his servos making loud shifting noises among the sound of oil popping.

He said yes, but only a part of him wanted it's old life. He didn't want that. I asked if he liked cooking and he shrugged, saying it wasn't the worst. I asked if he liked surprises. He sighed sharply, leaning over me as if to intimidate me. He whispered to me, staring into my eyes with emerald spheres that glowed red underneath. He knew I was making the pizzeria and he knew that was what he was being built for. He only asked that he was paid something. I nodded with a smile, pleasant as always. I would get him a pay card so he could order things online, and he was satisfied. He stood straight and hissed out that he hated surprises.

He was very sharp, if grumpy and old. He wasn't a young adult, like the other two. I waited for him to turn to the food before hugging him from behind, pressing myself to the soft body. I breathed in and he smelled like my home. I told him that he had a guitar waiting for him. He didn't look at me, but was tense when I kissed his shoulder. I let him go, and after sliding my food onto my plate and eating, I went to bed, a golden bunny following and taking his turn on my futon.

Two weeks passed and the party rooms were all set up. There wouldn't be reservations the first day, of course, but it was nice to be prepared. The mix of vintage and modern games for the arcade were being moved in as I left and the stage curtains were being hung. It was almost time for the opening. Only a short while longer.

I walked in the door, passing the loves of my life, kissing the Marionette and promising to spend time with him - one on one, just the two of us. I went to Springtrap and brought him down for a similar kiss, which he seemed to have gotten used to. He told me that the black sludge in the fridge was him, but the food was mine for when I got hungry. I told him he would get a reward for good behavior and his smile became wide, toothy and lecherous.

I fell onto Freddy, and the excitable bear held me to his chest. I cuddled into the push animatronic, and he let out a playful growl. The other two knew that their turns on the small futon would come, and so they left to where they shut down for the night.

I asked Goldie if he was excited for the surprise, and he was a happy neutral about it. He could guess what it was, and he was happy about it, but he was also nervous. Would kids still like him, he wondered.

I nibbled gingerly at his jaw and he smiled. I assured him that the kids would love him. He carefully nipped at my nose and I dissolved into giggles. I called him Papa Bear and he gripped one of my thighs, pulling me closer, whispering a thanks in his deep, husky voice.i thanked him back and fell asleep soon after.

I woke up, stretched, and went straight to work. There were only a few more things left to do, and after that the boys could move in. My house could primarily be a work shop, I could live at the Pizzeria on and off, and life could be wonderful.

I had Goldie carry Marionette's box to the truck and they rode up front with me. Marionette sat in my lap as I drove, wiping my tired eyes and making sure my hair didn't stick up at odd angles. I thanked him, hugging his lightweight body close.

The short drive ended and Goldie sniffled a bit. I could hear him say 'home' and he opened the door of the truck before I could even turn it off. I got out with my silly little Mary on my back and ran to meet him at the door. He looked inside and commented in a low voice that everything looked right. I opened the door and he was getting onto the stage immediately. He held up his arms, touching the purple curtains and the silver stars.

Marionette had lowered himself from my back, standing tall as he wandered off, following the metal tracks on the ceiling back to the prize corner. I wouldn't see much of him until later, when he would ask for his box.

Springtrap wandered in, and it was obvious he was uncomfortable. The only things he could remember of this place was hatred and blood. He said that was tempted to ask what I changed in him, as he now felt an awkwardness and a cold pit in his stomach.

I jogged off into another room without answering, feeling as though I had a better response for him. The sight of me disappearing into a parts and services room made his circuitry go crazy with anxiety. Golden Freddy noticed where I was going and nearly went on an army march to pull me out.

I can back as they both approached, holding out their instruments of choice. I smiled, handing Goldie his microphone. He took it graciously before taking his position on stage.

Springtrap was staring at the purple Guitar in my hands. I presented it to him, and the imagery that came to mind was a queen knighting a man. He took the instrument and nodded, knowing his duty. He thanked me before walking up on stage, tight jawed and stiff.

I smiled before turning to the front door, having prepared to get the Marionette's box, only to find he had wheeled it in himself. I smiled and kissed him in apology for keeping him waiting. I helped him set up, plugged in the box, and hooked him up to the fake marionette strings. The wouldn't limit his movement, but the way Mary used to float was always fascinating to me.

I told him we opened in twenty, and I could hear the couple of cooks I hired arrive and start making pizzas. People were lined up with their kids, forty and older with the young children they knew here to experience the nostalgia and share the experience with those they loved.

It was a Saturday and I didn't take commission on Saturdays.

Nine o'clock his and I opened the doors, allowing the first round of customers to come in. I stamped the parents and kids with identical numbers at the gate (so no kid left with the wrong person) and welcomed them cheerfully, introducing myself as the owner, Ms. Fazbear!

"Welcome to the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!"