Warning: gore ahead. Just a friendly reminder from moi, there is some gore in this story.

See ya at the end.

Oh, by the way, what is directly below this was just invented off of the top of my head. If the song lyrics match any published song, no plagiarism intended.

Also, it would make me psychic.

Life is sweet
So bittersweet
It's up to you to sweep
Me of my feet
We live a life
A life so short
We wonder why…"

A hand reached up and turned off the radio, sighing as it did. The music wasn't that good, and it was the only actual song currently on. The figure beside him twitched, letting off a spark, which caused him some worry, but not enough to interfere with his driving.

He never asked what was going on inside the corporation he worked for. He just did his work relatively well, and got enough money to feed himself and keep a roof over his head during the night. But what was going on recently began to make him question things.

They promised him that anything that he did wrong wouldn't be found out – that didn't assure him much when he blew someone's brains out. That still haunted him, which isn't that impressive, as it was just yesterday, but…

Strict orders were given for today. Drive the truck with the cargo over to the pizzeria. Go unload the cargo, and bring back some. It seemed simple, and it was. The man just hoped the cargo wasn't anything illegal, like drugs or weapons, stuff like that. Though, he was known for being nervous and paranoid most of the time, so it wasn't an abnormality in his personality. Nothing truly alarming.

The thought of illegal cargo still persisted anyways. He was seriously beginning to doubt them, especially with that psychopathic harlequin they were lugging around. Wasn't pretty, what he had heard that man had done; murdered children time and time again, in painful ways. One he stabbed through the head. Another, he had cut the jaw tendons of, and then removed the hands of. Horrible ways to go.

The man slowed down the truck, gulping as he pulled up to the building.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

Sunday, 8:07 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Freddy woke up sitting beside Bonnie, as he had done multiple times before. This time, however, it didn't cause any concern or panic inside of him; no, it had actually warmed his heart. There was no doubt about it, no fleeting thought to scare away the notion; he loved Bonnie, as much as it shocked him to say so. There was hope she returned his feelings.

They were sitting on the stage. Water was hammering down on the roof. As he sighed and shuffled forwards to a window, he saw a familiar vehicle parked in their driveway.

A man dismounted the truck, calling something out. Then the storage latched onto the truck opened up, and a ramp slid out. Two men came out of it, carrying boxes, and approaching the building.

Freddy growled as he watched them enter, glancing at Freddy unperturbedly, as if the bear didn't exist. The two set two boxes down, and then another entered with one final box. Each one was labeled, but it was too far away to make out.

8:29 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

The truck and the men had left, leaving Freddy alone with Bonnie and the crates. He heard some rustling from beside him as Bonnie opened her dim eyes, still bandaged up at her head area, after what Goldie had done. That stirred up some stale emotions, but it wasn't good to dwell on the past.

"Hey, Freddy… What's going on?" She murmured, gaze planted firmly on him.
Freddy grumbled in reply, giving a stiff shrug. "Some people unloaded five crates from a truck. That's about all I know of the situation."
Bonnie sighed, head bobbing slightly in a halfhearted nod.
"Well, then, Bonnie, I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay… me too."

8:32 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Freddy felt good.

He busted through a door, smiling. Five children were in front of him, sitting there, obviously bored. Nodding, he stretched, sighing contently.

Then he felt his limbs' controls being jerked from him. His left arm slowly began to rip his right arm's exoskeleton off. Then the endoskeleton arm proceeded to do the same to the left one. Slowly, both arms ripped all of the endoskeleton pieces off, tossing them into the corner, on a chair.

Then, the left arm held a knife, glinting menacingly. His legs jerked forward, marching towards one child – a small red-headed boy of ten, wearing an eyepatch and a bandage to cover up his missing left hand.

The knife bore down upon the boy, whom raised his arm in defense. It sliced off a good portion of his skin, and it bled. Then, Freddy's bare right arm shot forward, grabbing the child by the neck; his left arm clenched the knife tightly, and stabbed it straight through its poor heart.

Then he moved on to the next child, whom had fainted. It was a she, around the same age, wearing purple clothing. The endoskeleton – he was no longer technically a bear – felt a grin alight its face, as he reached down and began slicing the child's in turn. He ended its pain with another stab through the heart.

Then on to the next child – another boy, with bright blonde hair, and gentle blue eyes. Nothing really stood out about him, so the murderous endoskeleton decided to simply remove his ear before dealing the killing blow, which he did quite quickly. However, this child kicked the endoskeleton in the leg, causing it to crumple down. The knife slipped, and struck the child in the eye. That somehow killed the boy – the knife was probably long enough to hit the brain.

Then the Freddy endoskeleton moved on to the next child, another blonde, but this time a female. Her, he cut the hands off of, then sliced the jaw tendons, before piercing yet another heart.

The knife suddenly spun in the air, landing in his palm, before he reached back and threw it. His vision blacked out as the knife struck the last child, hitting the brain. Last thing he heard was a thud as its corpse fell to the ground, the blood-covered ground.

8:49 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

He woke up with a sudden jolt of motion, enough to shake Bonnie to consciousness. She shot her hand out to grab his shoulder, holding on so as not to fall off the stage.

Freddy grabbed her hand, apologizing with rushed breath. His endoskeleton was completely on. Everything felt attached, there wasn't a knife, his knee only barely ached, and he couldn't smell the sharp scent of blood.

"W-w-what's going on?" Bonnie stuttered madly, still suffering from the wound in her head, but also lethargic from waking up like that.
"Nothing. Nothing, Bonnie…"
He felt her maroon gaze burning into his skin. She knew he was lying, but didn't persist.

"I'm sorry… So, so sorry."

9:32 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Freddy was walking alone through the empty halls. Goldie was gone, as far as he could tell. That was good. His breath was still shaky after the nightmare he had earlier. That still sent shivers down his robotic spine.

Bonnie was asleep. He had been careful not to wake her when he left to roam.

Light filtered in through the windows, causing him to wince as it struck his eyes. Then it was gone, as a cloud passed over, raining down bullets at extreme speeds. Freddy let out another shaky breath as he turned the corner, only taking a quick glance at the exit sign.

If only.

9:41 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Freddy was still roaming, hands at opposing shoulders to warm him up. He was about to turn another corner, begin to loop around back to the stage, when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Freddy, what's going on?" Came the voice of Bonnie, quiet under the torrential downpour outside. "And don't say nothing. I know something's up."

Freddy rotated his head, looking at Bonnie with a forlorn gaze. "Well, if you must know, then come. I will tell you on the way."

10:16 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

They sat on the stage, Freddy done explaining his nightmare, like Bonnie was his concerned mother. She was contemplating this, deep in thought, trying to understand his frightening account of the dream.

"I don't know what it means, but I do know it isn't real. You wouldn't really to that."
Freddy nodded, grimacing with a gulp and a huff.

"I also think it isn't a good idea to sleep anymore." She chuckled, turning her head to look at Freddy with a smile.
Freddy attempted to smile back, but only ended up furrowing his brow, giving a weak upwards spin of the corner of his mouth.

11:07 A.M. – Elsewhere

"So, they are packed up and in place, yes?" The harlequin asked, twirling the knife in his gloved hands.

"Of course, sir." Came the reply of the nervous worker, standing uneasily in this man's presence.

"Good. Go, take a walk, see if you can find any additions to the new place."
His tone didn't match his mask. One was smiling, the other was awaiting something patiently.

"Yes sir."

11:09 A.M. – Elsewhere

The nervous man quickly made his way through the near empty streets, holding an umbrella above his head. He could feel the handgun in his back pocket, which didn't help him at all. The first bench he saw, he immediately rushed to, sitting down.
"Good day." Came the voice of someone beside him.
The nervous man nodded in response, gulping down air.
"You don't seem well. Do you need a pill?"
This time, he shook his head, trying to get out the words 'I'm fine'. The words didn't leave his mouth, as he had leaned back, trying to calm himself. It was very stressful… He had a serious decision to make.
"Well, then, here comes the bus. Have a nice day, my friend."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other man get on the bus. In the bus mirror, he caught a glimpse of the man's face, and he saw pitch black eyes. Blinking once, they were gone, replaced with warm green ones.

The nervous man took another huff before passing out. It was too much.

1:28 P.M. – Bench

"Hey, you."
The nervous man heard a voice from above him. His eyelids slid open and he saw a man holding an umbrella, chewing gum.
"Get up from my seat." The voice called again.
The nervous man shook his head lightly, taking in two breaths.
"I said, get up from my seat."
Those were the last words that man spoke, as he now had a bullet through his lungs and heart.

The nervous man sat up, allowed the idiot to fall forwards on the bench, and then left in a hurry, wanting to get as far away as possible.

He found himself walking alone, for once. The rain hammered his umbrella down like a nail, and the wind tugged at it, whistling by his ears. The nervous man was getting overly stressed; his heart was pumping, he was gulping every few seconds, and he was hyperventilating. This was the second time he had shot someone in a weekend. That wasn't good.

His gaze drifted over to a building on his right for a split second. It was a shop selling animatronic puppets. He remembered what his boss had said for him to do, and he nodded. Something to take his mind off of other things.

2:36 P.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

The rain was slowing down, beginning to hit the building at a much steadier rate. Freddy's gaze had drifted outside, looking at the busy roads. Even on Sundays it was busy. A car had pulled up in the driveway, and one of the men from before entered the building, carrying a limp figure in his hands.

The door slid inwards as he walked in, carrying whatever the thing was carefully. He lay it on the boxes, before glancing nervously in Freddy's direction, head bobbing in obvious… something. Not fear or anxiety. Something else.

The nervous man stood there, uneasily creeping away from what he had set down. He could swear that animatronic was watching him… As soon as he was out of sight, he shot off, driving away as fast as he could in the car.

FINALE

7:56 P.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Thunder shook the building. Freddy was sitting by the window, using a chair he had pulled up. Bonnie was sitting beside him, leaning forward.
"You've been sitting here all day, Freddy. What's wrong?"
"Something's going to happen today. I just know it."

And he wasn't lying.

A car pulled up in the driveway. It was coloured a dim red, and the man behind the wheel was disguised in a robe and a black mask, looking almost like a reaper with his hood pulled up. The man stepped out of his car, taking careful steps towards the pizzeria doors.

The doors burst open, allowing huge gusts and bursts of rain to sweep in, beginning to soak the floor. The robed man closed those doors after a while, looking completely soaked.

Both of them had frozen. Maybe it was out of fear. Maybe it was just their protocols. But they had frozen, and were watching this stranger carefully.

They also failed to notice one more robed man get out of the truck, approaching the pizzeria, but stopping beside the doors.

"Well, well, well." Came the voice of the first reaper-like figure. "Not much has changed about this place, has it? Well… two of you are missing, the office looks closed up, and it stinks, but that's about it."

Freddy didn't blink. His eyes, seemingly unmoving, were meticulously watching every move this stranger made.

"Oh, come on, you two. You can move."

Neither of them did.

"Fine, then, be that way."

The robed man took two more steps forward, causing a growl to come from Freddy's throat.

"Ah, there it is."

He dared to take two more steps forward. The intensity of the growl only rose.

"I see how it is, then." The man clapped, and the door swung open, much to the two animatronics' surprise, and in stepped the second robed figure.

"Attack.

8:03 P.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

As his master's call resounded through the room, the second figure had no choice but to leap forward, rocketing towards the two like a grim missile.

The bear grabbed Bonnie and pulled her to the side, them just missing the outstretched hands of this secondary offender. Freddy, in turn, launched two punches at this new figure, both of them landing in its chest.

As the two hits landed, the figure grabbed Freddy's arm, and attempted to toss him into the window, which succeeded.

Bonnie impulsively jumped at their robed attacker in an attempt grab his shoulders and choke him.

The bunny's sudden weight on its shoulders knocked the breath out of it, but before she could get a grip around its neck, it turned and rammed her into the wall, stunning him and Bonnie in quick succession.

Freddy took this opportunity to punch the attacker in the face. It landed, and the impact broke its mask and launched its head back, revealing none other than a yellow endoskeleton bear head.

Before Freddy had time to process that information, he felt a knife cut through his endoskeleton's chestpiece, then be pulled out and lodged into his head.

The sound of echoing laughter filled the room, coming from the first robed figure who had stabbed Freddy. He pulled his mask back, and revealed a purple mask, twisted in a cruel smile.

Bonnie watched in despair as the knife was pulled out, and Freddy hit the floor with a sickening thud. Her shock didn't last long, though, as she felt the knife hit her torso.

"Maybe if you had been less suspicious, less hesitant to act and move, your death would be quicker." The figure cackled, crouching down by Bonnie to pull out his knife. "Goldie, go to the car."

She saw Freddy breathing heavily, eyes flickering from blue and white to black. His gaze landed on Bonnie, and with an outstretched arm, he murmured something. Three words that went unheard over the glee of this man's laughter.

"Oh well. It's more fun this way."

She felt the knife plant itself in her eye, launched by the cruel harlequin's shuddering hands.

"Here's a fun fact for you two: when an animatronic is 'dying', if it can be considered that, its eyes flash pitch black, with one last speck of light in the center. The animatronic's gaze slowly shuts down in turn, dimming the scene until – nothing."

The words spoken by the man slowly sank in. That made sense… She honestly didn't know this. It made sense, though, why her vision was dimming.

"My condolences on your loss, by the way. Hope you weren't needing that bear. A shame, really, that he didn't tell you."

"Tell… me… what?"

The man reached down and grabbed Bonnie by the neck, pulling her up with surprising force.

"He knew Sunday was your last day being active. He simply didn't know the means of your deactivation, or the precise time of the event. Just that today was your last day… alive."

With her one good remaining eye, she saw the knife raise to her neck, and then she stopped feeling anything and everything.

Hope you weren't expecting a happy ending from me. Ever.

And it's...over. Chapter name is correct. Well then... I'm actually kind of glad, but simultaneously really, really sad.

A thank you to all four of those who reviewed the story for your support. I'm glad I could keep you entertained through these 13,000-ish words (which is the most I've ever written, by the way). I hope to continue to entertain you people in the future.

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Big thanks to RollieMcfly27 for writing your Fronnie story (SORRY! I FORGOT THE NAME). It was absolutely amazing, and inspired meto write this. Dankescheune, also, for including me in your list, as I stated in my second review.

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A last goodbye until next time, my faithful téléspectateurs.
-LonlyEverman

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