Quick Author's Note:
Just to avoid any confusion in this chapter and any in the future, I want to point something out. Whenever there is a [Log X] it means that the story is being told from the viewpoint of Freddy, and takes place in the past. Any text after [End Log X], yet before another [Log Y] is told in Third Person, and focuses on the present. Just figured I would point this out in case anyone was confused.
[ - Part 2 - ]
[Log 3 - The Nght Watch]
The golden costume was sitting across from me, limp and lifeless. It was staring at me as I tried to get up. I initially didn't think much of the costume, except for mild curiosity, until I looked away and looked back at it. Instead of slouching on the far wall of the room, it was sitting in the middle of the room, still in the same position. I was starting to get a bit wary of it. I heard the sound of a door knob rattling, so I looked over to the door. I felt a spike of pain in my limbs. I quickly swiveled my head back towards the costume, only to see it sitting right in front of me.
"Save them..." I heard the golden costume whisper.
"Wait, save who?" I asked. I then felt another surge of pain, this time throughout my entire body. I blacked out shortly afterwards. When I woke up I had full control of my limbs, but the golden costume was gone. My internal clock told me that it was one in the afternoon. This was in the middle of when I should be onstage. I stood up and walked over to the door. I tried to turn the handle, only to realize that the door was locked. I put my ear to it, but didn't hear anything outside. 'Must be closed,' I thought. I decided that the only thing I could do was wait, so I sat down next to the charging port.
I thought about turning myself off, but then I realized that I had no clue when I would need to be turned back on. I sat down in more or less the same position that I had started in, this time of my free will. I started to think about everything that had just happened. Foxy had killed our father. After many years of loneliness and abandon, Foxy had finally snapped.
'Foxy... why didn't you tell anyone? Things could have been different.' It was then that I had realized that I was at fault as well. 'Why didn't I know? Shouldn't it be obvious he would feel lonely? Betrayed even? I should have been there. Some brother I am.'
Then a revelation struck me. 'It would have been obvious, except for the fact that Foxy hid it. Why would Foxy hide it, unless he had a reason to? He could have easily cleared things up between him, our father, and I if he just came forward and spoke about it.' I then remembered that one fateful day when Foxy had bitten the child. His back panel had been tampered with, which meant that someone had messed with the machinery inside. Who had access to Foxy before that time? Who has had access to Foxy and changed him to suit his purposes? Who has benefited the most out of this sick business? All clues point to one direction...
John Bear murdured my father.
Just as I discovered this shocking revelation I heard the door open. Bonnie stood in the door frame. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He sat there thoughtfully for a while, until he spoke. All I heard was a bunch of whistles and clicks. I silently cursed, and then motioned for Bonnie to go get us something to write on. He left, then came back in with a few napkins and a pen. He handed them to me, at which point I quickly wrote something down. It read "There's something outside of the office in the West Hallway. Go get it for me, and I'll answer any questions you have." Bonnie looked at the note, nodded, and left to go get it.
A few minutes later, Bonnie showed up in the office. He was holding a top hat in his hands. He handed it to me, looking sorrowful. He then did something completely unexpected. Bonnie leaned forward, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me in sympathy. We stayed like that for a few seconds, until Bonnie let go. He still had a morose expression. He took the pen, and wrote a few words on a napkin. The words were "I know what happened."
Bonnie then moved to leave. In the door frame he turned around, looking contemplative. He then stuck a small piece of wood in the door frame, jamming the door open. He walked out hurriedly. I poked my head out, but didn't see anything worthwhile. I then went back inside and sat down once again. I held my father's top hat in my hands. So many memories came flooding through me.
I remembered the day that Foxy had been finished. I had been so excited. I was practically bouncing off of the walls in anticipation. Father wouldn't let me see him until he was finished, so I kept wondering what he would look like. I had a few guesses, none of which proved correct in the end. Mr. Fred Bear called me backstage. I rushed back there, and was greeted by my new brother.
He was smaller then me, but not by much. He had bright red fur, and an eye patch. He also had a hook where his right hand should be. He looked up at me curiously. I waved at him. He waved back.
"This right here, is Foxy. He's your new brother Freddy. He won't be performing with you, but you'll see plenty of him in the daytime." Mr. Fred Bear said to me. Further introductions were made between us. I figured out pretty quickly that he was shy around new people. I vowed to help him change that, as he wouldn't be able to perform well if he kept that trait. I spent the next day or two next to Foxy, encouraging him as he practiced his part. A special bond formed between us then. We were not only brothers, but we were also friends.
I remember the day Foxy first performed in front of a group of strangers. He walked up to a group of children and said something like "So I hear it be one of your birthdays today? Well, if that be the case then follow me! Thar be a trove o' treasure waiting to be discovered!" He then lead the group off to the newly installed Pirate's Cove.
I sighed as I remembered those days. When Bonnie and Chica arrived, at the same time mind you, we were initially very excited, until we figured out that we couldn't speak with each other. Foxy and I lost interest very quickly after that. Everything went fine until The Incident that occurred in 1987. Everything went downhill from there. So far, it all seemed to be John Bear's fault too. He tampered with Foxy and caused the bite, he murdered Mr. Fred Bear, and he gave them the idea to stuff Mr. Fred Bear into a suit. If they didn't think of that they might have done something else, which he could have lived through. I know how unlikely it would be, but I can still hope.
It was then and there that I vowed two things. The first, was to save the lives of any innocent on the premise. The second?
To stop John Bear and avenge my father.
Author's Note:
Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people have stopped reading the story by now. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real this chapter.
Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught at a point where you have trouble understanding the story, uhh, try re-reading it! You know, go back. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe you'll notice something you had missed before. Then again if you get confused, it might be better just to ask Arbiter. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get confused.
Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flipside!
