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Glad you all enjoyed the last episode! And I hope you're all just as excited for fnaf4 as I am, because wow. People are getting the demo and it sounds increbile.

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A large moving truck was waiting out back of the restaurant. Mike looked at it nervously as Jeremy grumbled. He'd didn't recognize the logo, a neon green star or something, and there were two movers to help them. What they'd find in the warehouse had him on edge.

"Hey guys! Are you ready?" The one with green eyes asked, grinning.

"I think so..."

They both got into the back seat. The driver glanced at them before they began driving. Mike had no idea where the storage was, so he wasn't sure how far it was. Jeremy was still grumbling as the he stared out the window and the two movers were talking among themselves.

It was half an hour before they arrived to a huge warehouse. Jeremy sighed. The four of them piled out and Mike opened the door using the key Mr. Fazbear had given him. He stepped inside, not sure what he was going to see.

"It's huge..." The green eyed mover whispered, pulling on his partner's arm. "Oooh, look at that!"

"Don't be a moron, we're on duty." The other rolled his eyes.

"Eh, you might as well. It might take awhile before we find what we need." Mike offered, chuckling. "We'll holler, okay?"

"Yay! Come on, let's go!"

"Stop pulling on me, dammit!"

Mike watched them disappear before looking around again. There were stacks of crates upon crates. Boxes and totes everywhere, filled to the brim. Broken props, extra pieces of endoskeletons, posters, paperwork, birthday supplies...

"Most of the shit should be back here..." Jeremy began limping off. Mike followed. "Promise me this'll go quick. I'm about to pass out."

"Even if it doesn't, I'll send you home." The guard offered.

They went down one of the rows. Mike looked around in amazement. It was stale in here, and dusty and dry, but it was in better shape than he'd imagined. Finally they reached a corner, and it was obvious that this was from the first restaurant. The color scheme was different, gold and white and black.

"Wow, look at these...1975?" Mike pulled at a few posters. "Wow, this one is from 1963. How far back did this place go?"

"Stop your mystery investigation and help me look." Jeremy mumbled.

He promptly tripped over a loose crack board. Mike grabbed his arm, wincing. "You okay?"

"Owww...yeah, moved too fast."

The guard helped him get balanced. Slowly, Jeremy moved over to the back and began riffling through the items. Mike followed, going through a different crate. He took out the posters as he found them, and as they looked around, easily found the old stage they needed. All that was left then was Springtrap's guitar. Jeremy and Mike split up, trying to find it. Mike searched through old boxes, along the shelves that lined the place, even up at the ceiling in case it was suspended. He sighed; maybe the guitar had been thrown away?

He hummed as he looked around. Even if they weren't finding what they needed, it was amazing all the stuff back here. He was surprised when he saw different posters; these were for 'The NEW Face of Fun!' and he had trouble recognizing Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. They looked...different.

"Are these the toys?" He wondered aloud.

"Hello?"

Mike jumped, dropping everything. He whipped around, eyes wide as he looked around. Nothing moved. It was silent again. Tense, the guard slowly left and headed down the aisle. He slowly peeked around, scowling when he couldn't see anything.

"Hi!"

He wasn't imagining it. Mike tried to follow the noise, going through aisles and aisles, but not finding anything. He was considering getting Jeremy when something fell on him. He yelped, scrambling away.

The light blue had darkened under the dirt, rust and grim. Most of the plastic shell was cracked, revealing what was left of the endoskeleton. Mike reached out, trying to wipe away the dirt where the face had been. It was hollowed out, leaving only the lower jaw and wires. Mike frowned.

"You were Blu, huh?" He whispered. "Bonnie said you would hate being dirty..."

"B-B-B-Bonnieeeee...eeeeeee...?"

Mike tensed, eyes wide. Blu didn't move, the toy animatronic was very much off. He looked up to where the bunny had fallen. He tried not to scream as the old Toy Freddy peered down at him. Its eyes were gone, leaving black hollowed out spots, and it was missing its lower jaw. The cracks were worse on him, but he could apparently turn on.

"W-W-w-w-wwwelcommeeeee..."

It slumped. Mike stood up slowly. The toy seemed to have used the last of its battery, and was now off. Peeking up on the shelf, he spotted the chica model as well. Her beak was detached, laying next to her, and her cupcake was missing. But Mike remembered there was one in his office; maybe it was hers?

"Where are you? I thought I heard you crying."

Mike looked at Jeremy, heart racing. "I...heard someone. So I started looking, and..."

He didn't need to explain. Jeremy was staring down at the Toy Bonnie, green eyes distant. Slowly, he looked up and saw the Freddy and the Chica. The blond was unreadable. Mike wondered if he was about to get mad. He got off the shelf and put a hand on his shoulder, not surprised when Jeremy jumped.

"Hey...they're not on."

"But they spoke to you?" Jeremy asked.

"Freddy did, when I got here. Sounded pretty messed up..." But, he didn't sound like whatever he'd heard before. "But there was something else here."

"Well, since Mangle's back at the pizzaria and that shitty puppet is there too, I kinda know who it is." The blond hissed, looking around. "Fucking Balloon Boy, the fuck are you? Huh? Got no one else to help you now."

"Hello!"

"Yeah, yeah, you little prick." Jeremy hissed.

"You guys okay? Cuz, you know, talking to the dead robots is a little weird?"

The driver from before peeked around the corner. Now that he was looking, Mike noticed he had a name tag. 'M. Jones'. "Uh, sorry. They active to sound."

"Really? That's creepy."

"There you are, you little shit!" Jeremy pulled out a crate. Mike vaguely recognized Balloon Boy from the night Springtrap had shown up; it was burnt though, the plastic black and had huge holes in it. His eyes were also gone. "Don't have anything to say now huh?"

"Wow...are you repairing them?" The other mover arrived. 'G. Free'. "Aww, I like the duck."

"Chicken." Both employees corrected.

"Anyway, you guys need that stage right?" Jones asked.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, let's get it into the truck. Jeremy, you mind grabbing the posters?"

"Yeah, leave em." He mumbled offhandly; he was still glaring at the burnt animatronic.

Moving the stage sucked. Jones could handle it no problem, and seemed to be making up for Mike's slack. And Free was just chattering away as they moved it. Mike was sweating and panting when they were done. He cringed when Free shoved something into his face.

"You were looking for a guitar right? I found this in the back."

It was a black, mostly grey now, guitar. It definitely was old; it had scratches and nicks, but it was mostly together. Mike perked up. "Wow, thanks."

"By chance, would you report our asses if we took this? Cuz I think my wife would like it." Jones held up an old, dusty Chica doll.

Mike blinked. Those were adorable. "Nah, take it. Were there more?"

"Shit ton."

How eloquent. Mike snorted. "Well, let's get Jeremy so we can get moving."

The guard went to head back, making a mental note of the dolls because they should bring them back, but nearly ran into Jeremy. He looked ashen, face pale. He was also breathing hard.

"Hey, are you alright? Did...did they turn on?" Mike asked, lowering his voice.

"No...no, nothing like that. I just..." The engineer struggled, reaching out and gripping Mike's arm tightly. "I hate them. They nearly killed me, that fucking bunny would creep up and stare at me through the mask. I thought for sure he'd see through me. It, I have nightmares still, all the time, but..."

Mike grabbed his shoulders. "You're not insane for not wanting to leave them here."

"This is your fault! If you and those stupid, stupid robots didn't have to be..." Jeremy shrugged off his grip. He was rubbing at his bad eye again.

"If you want to bring them back, I'll help you." Mike promised.

Jeremy sighed. He paced, limping worse than before. "...go get them. I might...might as well look. They could have parts for the others if nothing else."

The two movers got the three animatronics. Mike went to grab Balloon Boy, but Jeremy stopped him. He was ashen again.

"I...checked. There's nothing I can do to fix him." He whispered.

Oh...Mike felt horrible, looking at the plastic boy. "I see..."

He wondered if Balloon Boy knew. Looking at him, Mike didn't doubt that it was him he'd heard, leading him here. Maybe he knew he couldn't be helped, and he got Mike's attention as a last chance for his friends? But maybe he was trying to make himself feel better. After being so close to the original models, he hating leaving one of them behind.

"I'm insane." The blond whispered as they got back into the truck.

"I think they're cute. Maybe we should visit Freddy's?" Free said.

"I think we'd be arrested. There's like, an age limit." Jones responded, grinning.

Hauling the stage into the pizzaria was even harder. They went through the kitchen entrance, and trying to navigate around the smaller doors and off to the cleared spot near the original stage was a pain. Then they got the toys, moving them to the back room.

"This the back room?" Jones asked as he hauled Toy Bonnie.

"Yeah, just shove the door open, it'll stay." Mike called as he went to grab the guitar and posters.

"Ooh, this is a nice place, look it it all, Michael-WHAT THE HELL?!"

Mike and Jeremy shared a look before they both sighed. Grabbing the stuff, they both ran back to the room. Free was staring in either awe or horror up at Springtrap, who was looking confused.

"Don't mind him, he gets in the way." Jeremy grumbled. He shoved the guitar in the bunny's direction.

"You got it! Thank you." Springtrap perked up immediately, hugging his guitar. "Aww, it even has all the nicks..."

"Actually, Mr. Jones found that for you." Mike offered.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you. I hate using Bonnie's."

Jones looked vaguely irritated. "Sure...?"

"Don't mind him. Artificial intelligence." Mike whispered to them both. "Harmless, really."

The lie left a bad taste on his tongue. Especially since the gold bunny was eyeing him suspiciously like he usually did. Ignoring it, they got the toys propped up on the table and moved the posters into the storage room.

"Thanks for the help." Mike said, shaking their hands.

"Nah, it's kinda our job." Jones mumbled.

"It was fun. Take care of the new duck." Free added as they left.

"She's a chicken..." Mike sighed.

"Thanks for the doll!"

Once they were gone, Mike rushed back into the room. Springtrap was holding a flashlight for Jeremy as he looked through Toy Freddy, mumbling to himself about things that Mike didn't understand. The guard eyed the Bonnie and Chica. Most of their endoskeletons seemed to be missing.

"I can get them to turn on, but they won't work unless I can get more parts." Jeremy said. "I remember they took a lot of them for our current assholes."

"Well, let's get them. I'm sure Freddy knows where more parts are." The blond looked at him. Mike frowned, confused. "What?"

"Are you sure this is a good idea? We have a lot of shit going on here, Mike. Someone is sending fucked up visions, apparently targeting us and Mark, on top of the fact we're trying to get these assholes ready for more assholes. Can we really add three more?"

"Even if they aren't in the band, they can entertain the kids. I know I'm asking a lot Jeremy, you don't have to rush them. But if you can..." The guard hesitated.

These animatronics had almost killed him. They had no idea what they'd be like. Would they be sentient? Angry? Did spirits possess them too? Mike had no idea. They might still come after them, and they'd have to take them apart again. Maybe this was all a waste of time.

Mike headed for the dining room. Now that there weren't any movers, the band was out, picking up confetti and stray trash the cleaners had missed. Bonnie was trying to fix a chair leg that had been broken, the bunny grumbling as he looked at it.

"You might have to just put something under it. Otherwise a kid might tip it and fall over." The guard said.

"Are you okay Mike? You look tired." Chica pipped in. The chicken looked worried; he was still a bit red in the face from moving stuff around.

"I'm okay. Stage was heavier than I thought."

Freddy patted his shoulder; he tried not to wince. Sometimes the animatronics didn't realize how strong they were. "I wish we could've helped you."

"Thanks. Well, I actually wanted to show you guys something. We need your help." Mike said, motioning to the back room.

He led them all there. Springtrap was poking at Toy Chica; he looked oddly focused. Mike could tell the others were shocked. Chica had to shove Freddy and Bonnie aside when they froze in the doorway.

"You...you found them?" She asked.

"In storage. Jeremy's trying to see if he could fix them, but-" Freddy cut him off.

"It's best you don't do that, Mr. Fitzgerald."

The blond paused, glancing at the bear. "...why?"

"I cannot explain why the toys acted like they did when you worked here. We were disassembled and out of sight. But if the spirits latched on to them as they did us, then they will hurt you. It is best we...leave them." Freddy explained softly.

"But..." Mike struggled for something to say. Surely they could fix them, and make them understand like he had with these robots?

"You cannot help everyone, Mike." Bonnie whispered.

Jeremy slammed his wrench down on the table. "Fine, whatever. Then I'm taking them apart for pieces. You assholes need them."

Mike felt sick. "Cannablizing them?"

"They're robots. It happens all the time. And if they have angry dickhead kids in them, there's no way to fix them. We got rid of the killer." The engineer hissed.

"But they're still alive!"

"And I want to stay alive! Fucking hell, Mike, you've been through it too. It's bad enough when Springtrap was released!" Said bunny flinched, looking cowed. "I'm retired from fighint for my life, okay?"

"Can't we do something with them where they aren't rotting away?" Mike demanded.

Jeremy growled, running a hand through his hair. "You're going to be a terrible roommate I can already tell."

Mike stuttered, flushing. "I happen to be a great roommate."

"Alright lads, best break it up." Foxy cut in, walking into the room. "It been a long day. Ye need to calm down."

"How about some movies? It's only eleven, that should pass the time." Chica offered.

Mike froze. Right...the movies. He swallowed nervously. It was ridiculous. The movies came from his mother, and she was gone, but it was such an obscure link to her. He shouldn't be freaking out like this.

"Or," Jeremy added loudly, making the brunette jump slightly. "You should go over your new routine. When are the golden assholes gonna come in? How are you gonna add them into your guys's show, with Foxy?"

"That is a good idea. Mike can help us." Freddy nodded.

"Yeah, come on Mike. You've seen the show so you know what should happen!" Bonnie lifted the guard up despite his protests, dragging him out of the room.

"Don't you ever mention that shit around him again." Jeremy hissed at the rest of them.

Chica looked almost horrified as the bear nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Fitzgerald. We'll look after him."

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I'm sorry if this is shorter than usual. I'm adjusting to a new writing document that actually helps with spelling mistakes, haha. But it has a different KB counter which is what I used for telling how long a chapter would be. So I hope you enjoyed anyway and I'll see you all soon!

MRIMO