Quick Author's Note:

There's an Author's Note at the end with important information inside, along with some clarification on the timeline. Enjoy the chapter! :)


[Log 4 - Fritz]

To my great surprise, Fritz showed up to the pizzarea on Monday. I asked him why he was here, when he responded saying that John said that he over-reacted and wanted to re-hire him. He also said he'd offer overtime sometime in the next month, but not right away.

Personally, I was glad that he was back. Fritz was the only employee here, aside from my now deceased father, who was willing to speak with me. Later that week Fritz confronted John about my voice box. He said that I needed a replacement, while John kept lying and saying that it wasn't in the budget. Fritz offered to buy it himself, so John then lied and made up an excuse about how the audio files were corrupted. Fritz said he had looked at them and that they were fine, so John said that he has had enough and that his decision was final.

Another man had come to take the night shift. He went by the name of Mike Schmidt. I tried to warn him, but knew that if Foxy caught me offstage he would do much more then last time, so I waited until the third night where Bonnie and Chica were both gone. I stuck to the shadows as I snuck to the office. Once time Foxy stuck his head out of his cove as I was moving, so I had to duck inside the women's restroom. The camera outside activated at just that moment. 'Great, now Mike probably thinks I'm a pervert.' I thought. As soon as Foxy made an attempt for the office door I rushed into the hallway closest to me. When I tried to enter the office to help the guard he slammed the door down in my face. I waited in the east hall corner unit I heard Foxy make another attempt, then rushed down the hallway and hopped back onstage. I knew the same thing would happen if I tried again, so I just stayed onstage for the rest of the night.

Mike made it past his first week without losing power once. I was impressed. However, things changed on the 6th night. He lost power around 5:38, just as Foxy was about to make an attempt. I was about to get offstage to go try to help him when Foxy started sprinting towards the office. As he neared it I heard a loud screech and saw Foxy crumple to the floor in a heap. Mike came out of the office with a small plastic gun in his hands. I immediately recognized it as a taser, as I had seen them before on our day security guards. He approached the stage with the taser drawn. He quickly shot two metal prongs into Chica, who went down screaming. Bonnie and I knew the same fate would come to us if we made a move, so we stood there, arms raised in a non-threatening fashion.

Mike sat there and threatened us until his shift ended. He made a dash for the door as soon as the technicians opened them. They saw Foxy and Chica on the floor, saw us onstage, and saw what Mike had in his hands. They quickly had him tied up in the office, and got Foxy and Chica online and operational. John walked in, and Fritz lead him to the office. I was able to overhear the heated agreement that went on back there from all the way onstage. Some of the were technicians complaining about the stench of some fried wires on the animatronics, so I couldn't overhear everything that was said. The most important parts included words like "Tampering with the Animatronics", "General Unprofessionalism", and "Odor left by the tased animatronics". Mike walked out the doors, now jobless. We never saw him again.

Fritz took the overtime he was offered next week. Which, unluckily, was the night watch.

I warned him beforehand about the dangers, but he said that he had a plan. Come the first night, he did exceptionally well. He had around 45% of his power remaining at the end. I congratulated him, but told him not to get too cocky. He promised he wouldn't, and then got to work on keeping the other animatronics running. The second night went off without a hitch as well. Foxy was starting to get frustrated and made quite a few runs towards the office, but the door was always down well before he got there. He returned defeated every time.

Night 3 was a whole different story.

I was standing on stage as Fritz' shift was about to start when I heard the whirring sound of the power going out. I panicked, and rushed offstage without any regard for the other animatronics. I played my signature tune to let Fritz know I was coming, and stepped into the office. Fritz was kneeling on the ground next to the door to the west hall cursing like a drunken sailor. He was fiddling with the wires behind the door and light button panel. Many times sparks would fly and the door would either slam shut or the light would flicker rapidly. Fritz was muttering something about sealing this door when I heard a sound that I had learned to dread. There were footsteps crashing through the hallway. They sounded like they were getting closer. I knew what was coming, and I knew what I had to do.

I stuck my fist out into the west hall, just as a red blur slammed into it. Dazed and confused, I picked it up and threw him down the hallway towards the show stage. Foxy stood up, joints creaking, as he gave me one of the coldest death stares I had ever seen.

"Freddy! What are you doing?!" Fritz exclaimed.

I turned around and looked at him soberly, I then turned to face my brother. Foxy snarled at me, then spoke.

"So, I see that you're still protecting these fools. Little do you know that it's only a matter before they die, unlike us. What's twenty years earlier a death when you get the opportunity to please an immortal such as ourselves?"

'Who put these delusions of grandeur into your head?' I thought. 'Why would John program Foxy to act like such a megalomaniac? How does it benefit him?'

Foxy then interrupted my thoughts.

"My only question is why you fight against us? Why not join us? Together we can crush any who oppose us!" Foxy said excitedly, his blood-red eyes shining brightly. I merely shook my head in response. I would have no part in his phsycopathic mayhem. "I figured that would be your answer. Now, move aside, or else I'll have to end you." Foxy said. I stood my ground in response. "So be it, but when you're a pile of scrap parts backstage remember that it was your choice." Foxy said, then got into a battle-ready stance. I waited, and watched him.

Foxy charged at me hook raised. I sprinted towards him, and as soon as I was just out of Foxy's reach I ducked down and slid. Foxy saw me coming at the last second and jumped. He slashed at me while in mid-air, ripping apart the costume on my chest and exposing my endoskeleton underneath. He passed over me and I slid under him. I stopped very quickly, while Foxy soared through the air for a bit longer before landing on the ground. I took my hat and threw it at him. Foxy slapped it down, but didn't realize that I used it as a distraction. I swung my fist through the air and hit Foxy in the shoulder. He cried out in pain. I quickly grabbed my hat and put it back on. Foxy turned around with a devilish glare in his eyes.

A look of realization passed over his face, at which he quickly turned around and sprinted towards the office. I realized who he was going for and frantically chased after him. Just as Foxy popped into the office I tackled him to the ground. Fritz jumped back in surprise as we struggled on the ground. As soon as I gained the upper hand I shoved Foxy out into the hallway. I followed him out and shut the door behind us.

I rushed at Foxy, looking to get in a strike before he fully recovered. Only problem is, he was ready. He acted dazed until I was very close, then spun around me and landed his hook in my left shoulder. Pain surged through me as I felt it begin to tear. Foxy pulled even harder. After a few agonizing moments, I felt something snap. I fell to the floor, just as my left arm landed on the ground. Now detached from the rest of my body. Oil spilled from the wound, staining the costume underneath and leaving flecks all over the rest of it. I felt my power draining, and my optic sensors started to fade.

Foxy stood up, muttered something about the west hall door, then sprinted off down the hallway. I heard a door slam shut, and then heard it open. Fritz came out into the east hallway. He examined me with a worried look, and it was for good reason too. He then dragged me into the office, leaving a trail of oil on the ground outside. He seemed to know that my power was fading, and had grabbed a few cords from the desk. One of them he plugged into the wall, and then into me. I felt a slight boost to my energy. It was enough to keep me running, but I wouldn't be fighting anything anytime soon. Fritz then plugged a cord from his laptop into me. He then started to scan through a few files to check out if I was still operational. Everything looked fine, when he stumbled upon something.

"[Accessing database...]

[Accessing memory core…]

[Accessing logs…]

[Opening Log One - Before…]

Save them...

Help them...

Save him...

Try as I might, I can't."

Fritz read on, learning of my past and how I came into the situation I'm in now. Right now Fritz is my lifeline, for without him I would be a pile of scrap shoved in a box backstage by now. Thank you Fritz, and remember, never lose hope. Stay strong, and you will come on top of anything in your path.

[End Log 4]

[ - End Part 2 - ]


Author's Note:

Well, I found that a fitting end to part two. I think I've wrapped up part two very nicely, and even though it was much shorter then part one I felt that this would be a good place to stop for a while. Finals week is upon us, so I will be taking a short break from updating the fanfic to make sure I'm adequately prepared for them. The next chapter should be going up on the 24th, which is a Saturday; or the 26th, which is a Monday.

Now that that's out of the way, I hope I'll be able to answer any questions (timeline-wise) here. The following events occur in order with the top of the list being farthest in the past and the bottom being the present.

· Bite of 1987 Occurs/Foxy put out of order

· Intruders break into the pizzarea and are killed

· Fred Bear killed by Foxy

· John Bear takes over as manager

· Fritz arrives as an intern and is fired shortly afterwards

· Phineas Griffin (Phone Guy) goes missing

· Fritz is rehired as both a technician and a night guard

· Freddy saves Fritz and suffers massive damage

· Fritz begins reading Freddy's Logs

· Chica attacks Fritz

· Bonnie saves Fritz and suffers major damage

· John Bear goes insane and attacks Fritz and the technicians

· Technicians stuffed inside animatronics

· [Sekret things in chapter 10 :3]

I know that the log system is kinda confusing, but I really like the idea (It's kinda what the fanfic was named after :P). I'll try to make it a bit clearer, but now that Freddy's logs have caught up to the start of the story all new logs should take place in the present, which should make things much less confusing.

Anyways, thank you everyone who has followed, favorited, and reviewed the Chronicle of Freddy so far, and special thanks to Grezzwizard, Rei, and TedP for giving ideas and criticism to help improve the fanfic. You guys get an imaginary cookie as a reward :D