*stares at last chapter's events* ...well...THAT happened. Let's hope things don't get as scary.

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(Cece's POV)

Darkness...silence...that was all I could see and hear for a while. I was trapped inside my thoughts, watching memories play by...

Uncle Olaf presenting Danny and I a birthday cake when we were young...

No-it was us presenting a birthday cupcake to a kid.

Danny and I performing with our band in the mall...

No-it was just us, dancing our hearts out on our stage at Freddy's.

A man in black clothing, walking toward us...I can't move...I CAN'T MOVE...

"DANNY!"


I gasped as my eyes opened, finally awakening. For a few moments, I was dazed, not knowing where I was. Then when I shifted, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back and last night's events returned to my mind.

Instantly, feelings of betrayal and hurt shot into me. I closed my eyes-I couldn't believe Danny just let the others do that to me. I could've died!

I suppose he meant well...but I didn't feel ready to forgive him. Least of all, the animatronics. I sighed, before shifting again, ignoring the slight pain. 'Where am I?' I thought, looking around.

It looked like I was under something. I quickly realized it was a box of sorts. I'd been dragged into the Backstage. I started to push it off me when I suddenly heard footsteps approaching the room.

I immediately dropped it on top of me, while I held up a corner slightly to see who it was. The door opened, and I spotted a pair of human feet stepping into the room. They walked around, stopping very so often near the walls, and opening boxes.

I wondered if he'd find anything, but he always moved on. He searched into the suits, only wrinkling his nose slightly. I didn't know what he was searching for-not until I heard Mr. Finkle speak.

"So, uh, did you find her?" he asked in his usual nervous tone. The man sighed. "No. Are you quite sure both of them came here last night? One could've stayed behind."

"I am VERY sure! I saw them enter myself! It was, um, interesting. The boy regained his memories first. He had persuaded the girl to come back here." Mr. Finkle said.

"I see...that'll make things a bit easier then. Do you know if the girl has regained her memories as well?" The man asked. Mr. Finkle replied, "No. I think that was his goal for tonight-she could be hiding somewhere, slowly regaining those memories."

"Then we better find her. Help me search-we don't have a lot of time." And with that, the two left.

I realized I was shaking. They were searching for me. I didn't know why, but I KNEW it was best that they didn't find me. I wondered what had happened to Danny. Was he safe?...

I shook my head-I needed to get away from this place, clear my head. Maybe I could find some answers.

I carefully picked up the box, slowly looking around. Drat-the only exit here was the one that led to the Show Stage.

I then thought about the kitchens-food had to come in there, right? And it'd be a hassle to get it in through the front door.

It'd be risky, but I didn't have much choice. I carefully opened the door, peeking out into the Dining Area. No one was there. I tiptoed out, silently hoping I wasn't leaving a trail. I was wounded, after all.

Strangely however, I wasn't feeling any pain from it anymore. Nor was I hungry, or sore, or even had to use the bathroom. I brushed these thoughts away, deciding to ignore it.

I reached the kitchens, peeking in once more to find no one. I sighed in relief as I saw the back door in the corner. I started to go over to it, fully relieved that all would go well and I opened it-

Letting loose an extremely loud alarm.

GAH! I hadn't expected that. I knew there was only a few seconds before Mr. Finkle and the man arrived. I ended up rushing to the sink, opening the doors underneath it and crawled into it before enclosing myself in.

I was just in time, for I heard hurried footsteps rush into the kitchens. "She, she tried to escape!" I heard Mr. Finkle gasp, breathing heavily. "Which means she knows we're here and possibly DOES remember if she's hiding from us." The man muttered.

He then spoke up as he shut off the alarm. "Help me search the kitchens. She might still be in here." I then heard the two start opening drawers and searching shelves, apparently not risking the chance that I was hidden in the spoon drawer.

Or that could be Mr. Finkle. Probably is.

However, I doubted the other man was as nervous. He seemed more sure, and not as afraid. I started growing nervous-one of them was getting dangerously close to where I was. One open door and I would be exposed to all.

Just when the footsteps stopped in front of the sink, there was a sudden clash of metal. Then I heard the kitchen doors open, and I heard Mr. Finkle gasp.

"H-hey there k-kids! I'm F-freddy Fazbear! I-I-I will stop you I'm so happy to see you all! Let-let-let Let her go Let's celebrate!"

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe who I just heard."I-I thought you shut them off!" Mr. Finkle wailed. The man replied, "I did. He must've regained enough energy to reactivate." I heard him step away from the sink.

"Stay back, Freddy. I won't hesitate to use this on you-and you know how much it stings." The man said calmly.

"I-I-I I don't care! I won't let you hurt her! H-Haven't you done enough?" Freddy asked angrily, enough so he managed to break free of his daytime speech programming.

Done enough? What had they done before? I feel like I should know...but I'm too scared to try and fully remember though...

The man sighed. "I'm sorry Freddy-really, I am. But she's been gone long enough. We already got her brother. You should be glad! Soon they'll be performing with you again!" he exclaimed.

"I-I thought they would be shut down after the incident-" Mr. Finkle started to say, before he was cut off by the man. "Finkle, shut it!" he hissed.

"W-why can't you just forget about t-that and move on? I-it's one thing to put Foxy o-out of the show, but at least he wasn't s-shut down! Why can't you d-do the same for them?" Freddy demanded.

"You know why-what they did can never be excused. Now get back to your position, and-"

"NOO!" Freddy shouted and I heard a loud creak of metal and a yelp of pain. Mr. Finkle screamed, and I realized Freddy must've tackled either him or the man down.

I decided this was my only chance when both were stunned. I swung open the doors and jumped out before freezing at the scene I witnessed.

Indeed, Freddy had tackled down the man, whose cropped golden blond hair and stern black eyes were wide with alarm as he laid on the ground. Mr. Finkle was panicking, having been trapped in the corner as they fell.

The man spotted me. "FINKLE GET HER!" he yelled. "I-I can't!" Mr. Finkle wailed. "G-GO, CECE!" Freddy shouted, looking at me.

I stared, faint feelings of respect returning to me, before I nodded and rushed out of the kitchens. I ran to the entrance, seeing faint signs of daylight shining in through the windows.

I ran as fast as I could to the doors, and as they pushed open with the wind blowing into my face, a faint smile appeared. Freedom, I thought. Then I heard sirens.

I panicked, and so I kept running, not even knowing if the sirens were after me. I ran far from the pizzeria, and into the city. A storm had appeared and as I finally slowed down near a group of stores, I suddenly felt weary.

I wasn't tired, like you would expect from running so much. But I felt so weary, as if I'd been carrying a heavy weight for a long time. I suppose it came from never fully knowing what was going on, and it had finally caught up with me.

I leaned against a wall, before sliding down and hugged my knees. The storm had grown worse, and rain fell down on me. I didn't know if I would get found or something, but I NEEDED to rest.

For a while, I just sat there in the rain. Occasionally a car would pass by, or a few people would run by, ignoring me as they tried to get out of the rain. Then a shadow came over me, and the rain around me stopped.

I froze. Had the man finally found me? I slowly looked up, only to meet a pair of bright blue, but sad eyes.

It was Tony-he was in casual clothes, with a blue jacket over them. He held an umbrella over himself and I, which explained the rain stopping. He kneeled down, until he was eye level with me. He finally spoke.

"What are you doing out here, Cece? Don't you know it's raining?" he asked. I just stared at him, not knowing how to respond. He sighed as he got up, before holding out his hand. I glanced at it, before looking at him.

He gave a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's get somewhere warm. Better be quick-looks like the storms getting worse." he said with a soft smile. I blinked in slight surprise, before I took his hand and stood up. It looked like he meant well.

He walked me over to his car before we got in and then set off. I looked out the window as the buildings passed by. My eyes followed a raindrop as it slid down the glass. How long since I last saw a storm?

Suddenly, I don't know which memories are real or fake anymore. That frightens me.

We finally pulled into the driveway of a small house. As we entered, I looked around, examining all the photographs on the wall of what appeared to be a younger Tony along with some other people. He looked happy.

However, it looked as if Tony and I were the only ones in his home at the moment.

Tony was taking off his shoes and jacket. He looked at me. "Sit down, Cece. I'll get you a blanket." he said, as he left the room. I sat down on the sofa, still confused as ever.

I remembered when I first saw Tony-he seemed to have recognized me. Then he appeared again in my dreams. I started wondering if it was really true on what Danny said. If so, could my dreams be...my hidden memories?

Well, only one way to prove that theory. I waited until he returned, and as I wrapped the soft blanket around me, I sighed. "Tony...I'm so confused. A lot of things have happened and...well, I don't know what's going on. Can you help?" I asked, looking at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you were out in the rain?" he asked. I nodded, and I explained the events of the past night and of the morning. The more I told him, the more lines appeared on his face.

He sighed as he sat down. "Oh dear...I don't blame you for being confused. I'll try my best to help, but there's only so much I know myself." he said, looking at me. "What do you want to know first?" he asked.

I bit my lip. "Well...am I really Celeste Neko?" I asked warily. Tony nodded. "You are-and your brother is Dante Canem. But we decided to refer you by your nicknames when no customers were around. Those were Cece, and Danny." he replied.

I blinked in slight shock. However, it didn't surprise me. It actually felt right.

"Ok...exactly, what happened to us? What's our story with the Pizzeria, and...what happened to us?" I asked. Tony sighed. "It's a long story-I guess I should start from the beginning."

"It was the year 1991, I believe. Business had gone slow, ever since the Bite of '87. You remember what that was, right?"

"Sorta. Foxy had something to do with it..."

"That's right. Long story short, he malfunctioned and bit off the frontal lobe of a parent attending one of the parties. The man survived, but the damage was done. Foxy and the Pirate Cove had to be closed off. It was sad-he had never meant to hurt anyone."

"So...you know they're alive?"

"Of course! I was one of the mechanics even then. Anyway, around 1991, the business decided to invest in a new attraction-two new animatronics. However, to ease the fears of the customers, they decided to have the animatronics be human like, with animal features to keep in with the restaurant theme."

"...those two were Danny and I."

"That's right. You two were to have a sort of...how do I describe it? Pop/rock star theme? Something like that. You both could sing and dance. Sometimes only one of you sang while the other played an instrument."

"That DOES sound familiar...so how were we with the crowd?"

"Oh, they LOVED you guys! Business almost immediately picked up. You both were always so friendly, and happy. I was assigned to be your mechanic. We ended up spending a lot of time backstage." He said, chuckling.

I smiled, and then turned to face Tony. "So, what happened next?"

"A few years passed by. We were having great times, and then the year 1994 came and..." He faltered. "HE appeared."

"He?" I questioned. "The owner's brother. The owner, Mr. Frederick Fazzinoch was a kind man, and loved to spend time with kids. His younger brother, however, was the opposite. Mr. Faustus Fazzinoch is a cruel man, seeking only money for his gain."

"Is? You mean-"

"Indeed. He's still alive. He inherited the business after his brother died of a terrible disease. However, he tends to go and do other things abroad, so he leaves a manager to run things at the pizzeria."

"Mr. Finkle."

"Yep. Anyway, in that year, about a few months after Goldie-we called him that behind his back because of how freakishly blond his hair is-appeared, well...two children's bodies were found in the backroom of the pizzeria." Tony said solemnly.

"It soon extended to five. It was quite the commotion."

My eyes were wide in horror. "Oh my gosh...who did it?!" I asked angrily. Tony looked at me carefully. "They did catch someone, but he was later proven innocent. It remains unsolved." He said quietly.

"Anyway, there's more to that story than you'll find in the press. You see...after the five children were discovered, Danny began acting strange. He seemed distant, more solemn. He started getting a short temper."

"I would check his programming to see what was going on, but it looked normal. Anyway, one day after you two performed...well, I was watching from afar. You two appeared to be arguing over something."

I frowned. "We were?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes-and the more you argued, the more angry he became. However, you were quite stubborn in what you were saying, not backing down." Tony looked down. "Soon, he just walked off."

"Later that night...well, it was quiet. Everyone was out and about, doing their thing. Suddenly, screaming rang out from the backroom. It turned out...the man responsible struck again. He managed to keep himself and the children he kidnapped hidden in the backroom, and now they were locked in."

"Besides you and the other animatronics, I was the only one there. I tried using the keys, but the man had blocked the door so no one could try to get in. Danny suddenly ran to the door and busted it down."

"He went into the room, and attacked the man. The children were screaming in terror-some had already been injured...the other animatronics wanted to help, but I told them I had to handle it and I went to get Danny out and stop the man."

"Why didn't you let them help?" I asked. "I didn't want them to get damaged. Not to mention, it might've frightened the kids even further." Tony said miserably.

"Danny looked like a madman. He was trying to strangle the man to death. His eyes were so filled with rage. I attempted to pull him off, but then the man suddenly spun around, throwing Danny off and making him land on me. That knocked the wind out of me."

"As I laid there dazed, Danny struggled to get up, but his leg had been damaged. The man walked toward me to kill me, when...when you ran in. Y-you blocked his way, between us and the children. You sounded angry, and you told him you wouldn't l-let him through."

"He questioned what you would do, and then y-you said you had called the police. Indeed, I heard the sirens in the distance. His eyes widened. I remember you turning to face us, smiling in reassurance. Danny suddenly spoke, anger in his voice, this time directed at you."

"H-he asked you why you were always taking the spotlight. Why whenever he showed up, the kids were nervous and scared, but when you appeared, they cheered and smiled. He was jealous, and the fact that you had gone to save us after he tried and failed must've reignited that envy and anger."

"You looked confused, and then tried to convince him that was not true. But he was so angry, he didn't want to listen to you! And finally, he snapped, and he..." Tony faltered, not finishing his sentence.

He didn't need to-this part I had remembered. I felt searing pain in me as I said, "He told me he hated me."

Tony nodded, eyes watering. "The look on your face...that had been the most pain-filled I'd seen of anyone. Suddenly the man laughed, and I saw he had a gun. It happened so fast-but somehow, you moved quick enough to get between Danny along with the kids and the man's bullet."

"I-it hit you in the head...and you fell, silent and not moving."

I stared at him, slowly remembering that moment. "A purple butterfly lands on my right shoulder...I just learned the emotion of grief...the tune of doom rings in my ears." I muttered.

Grief...my brother hated me.

A tune of doom...the gun shooting its bullet.

A purple butterfly? Wait...that was in our original song.

Tony continued. "The police came in that moment, and arrested him. The kids were returned to their families. Danny was in shock the whole time. I examined you a-and...that bullet hit your control chip. Without it, you...well, it was one of a kind. So...it looked you wouldn't perform ever again."

"So...I essentially died?"

"...yes." His eyes were shadowed.

"How did...Danny and the others take the news?"

"Oh gosh...everyone was devastated. I know for a fact that Freddy felt like he lost a daughter. Chica, a good friend. Bonnie, a mentor. Foxy, a first mate. And Danny..." He shook his head.

"He was in denial at first. He demanded that I fix you, even though I told him I couldn't. He looked so desperate-I suppose the guilt from what he said before you 'died' had sunk in. When he finally realized you were gone, he wouldn't come onstage. He said it wasn't the same without you."

My eyes saddened. It must've been horrible-I wish I hadn't put him through that. "What did Mr. Fazzinoch do?" I asked. "Er, Goldie, I mean."

"Well, he kept telling Danny to go back on the stage. Danny insisted he find someone who could fix you. This kept on for quite a while. Kids began forgetting about the two of you, which was a sad sight to see." Tony replied.

"Finally, Goldie had enough. He demanded that you and Danny were to be sent back to the shop and be scrapped. The night before you'd both be gone, Danny spent the whole time with you. Your body was still in the Backstage, since we didn't want whether you would be fixed or not. Danny sat by your side, silent. But his eyes betrayed his thoughts."

He looked at me. "And that was the last I saw of the two of you. You both were missing before you could be sent to the scrap yard, so people thought you had gotten stolen. Then I saw you enter the pizzeria years later, looking a bit different-but I knew it was you. Your voice...it was the same."

I blinked, processing all this information. Finally, I spoke. "Okay...one last question Tony: Did you know anyone named Irina and Olaf?"

Tiny blinked. "Yes, they were my co-workers. Why?" I stood up. "No reason. I better get going-thanks for everything, Tony. It was nice seeing you again." I looked at him, smiling.

He smiled back. "I'm glad to see you're alive again. Be careful out there-hopefully, you can get Danny back and then clear all of this up." he said. I nodded, before heading out.

I have some interrogating to do.


BACKSTORY HAS BEEN REVEALED! Holy crud, crazy things have happened! I am so sorry this took so long to update...

Now let's look at the rest of the reviews!

Purest of the Hearts- Wow, you've posted many reviews. Let's see...I love that song. XD I listen to it like, A LOT. Hmm...that IS one angle to consider of the two. WHO KNOWS?...wait, you probably do now. XD HOLY CRUD YOU FIGURED IT OUT WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! XD Good questions!...I'm sure one of those was answered now. XD Yes, you act casual when you're about to die! DUDE/DUDETTE. CALM DOWN. IT'S EXCITING YES, BUT STAY CALM. And I knew that. *puts on pokerface* Yep.

scarebear12- ...*gestures* EVERYBODY! WE HAVE A GENIUS IN OUR PATH!

ViolentlyAvoidsLife- *evilly laughs* SHE MUST BE SCARED IN ORDER TO REMEMBER! NO! No one can be happy!...for now. Hmm...I'll keep that in mind.~

DeathOnWings1203- *sighs before yelling* WOULD YOU TWO STOP HURTING EACH OTHER?! Seriously, it's like you're an old married couple! And thanks! :D I like being original.

PastaKittyQueen- That is my recipe for a good story. XD NO! I ASSURE YOU ZE MAN IS NOT TONY! DX Um...just wait and see.~

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