Hey everyone! Sorry I was a bit late for this chapter, but hopefully I've redeemed myself. Anyway, a little thing about the Q&A: I'm holding off on it until I can get enough questions to answer. So, don't expect it in the next update. Thanks guys, you're the best! Here's the reviews.

RagingTanker090:

I KNEW she'd be controlling the toys! Although, I don't know how much "standing" Mangle can do...

Great chapter as always, and this is really getting awesome real quick.

What are you, a psychic? And thanks, I'm trying to pick things up a bit :)

XxxSpringSwagxxXx:

Spoilers! The numerical code says My jaw bites fine?

Aren't you a smart little cookie! And by the way, your username is the best :D

ScarfaceOne:

This was short :(

Word count wise, it was actually my longest chapter yet. So yeah…

Marftydo:

I LOVE this story so far! It's a very different take on what I've seen before and I'm looking forward to more!

Oh, stahp it… *blushes*

FroggyFriday:

Wow, nice chapter, I'm wondering what will happen next, no one (No animatronics, at least) has actually killed anything in a while. I'm really excited about the pink guy twist, I've never seen anyone else roll with that idea before.

Thanks, and the killing is soon to come :) And about the pink guy thing, I just really thought that was a pretty well sounded theory. I also thought it would work pretty well.

Slightly Disturbed Cookie Girl:

My jaw bites fine.

Does that mean Jo is going to get the kids? That'd be great.

Hope you continue soon!

Are you ok? I think you might need to go see a mental doctor… or visit the asylum…

Wolflover20155:

I can't wait to read the next chapter. I'm glad Jonathan in the end kept his memory of his human life

Thanks a lot! And an interesting fact: I was originally going to have him forget, but I found that it made writing things much harder. It's for that reason that I decided against it.

Anyways guys, that's it for reviews! Please remember to read and review! Enjoy the chapter.

The plastic-looking figures stared blankly at each of us. Their eyes showed no signs of emotion, just lifeless. Thank God they weren't kids like us. The new Bonnie looked exceptionally weird; it almost looked like a girl. Freddy was there too, all chubby and rosy-cheeked. Chica was there, Balloon Boy was there, and up on the ceiling, the new me. All mangled, torn apart, and disfigured. And I thought I was in bad shape. The four of us exchanged glances at each other, equally puzzled about what the puppet was going to do with these things. Anyone's guess was as good as mine.

The Marionette stepped forward, into the middle of all of us. Its eyes scanned the entire room, taking a good look at our puzzled expressions. It simply smiled, trusting in its own wise plan to work. I waited patiently for someone to speak up, and ask a question. Nobody else seemed like they wanted to, so I decided to do so myself.

"What exactly are these guys supposed to do?" I asked, somewhat confused at Marionette's plan. The puppet simply turned to look at me, with a grin spread across its porcelain colored face.

"I'm glad you asked. These five animatronics will assist you every night. As you go out each night, they will do what you do. They will use the tactics you use, and help you get to your target." The puppet replied.

"But that guy is ours; I don't want some lifeless robot taking away the satisfaction of revenge!" Eric said, obviously upset. The puppet simply let out a small childish giggle, and turned to face Eric.

"Ah, you didn't let me finish. What I was going to say, was that these helpers will not take the kill. They are simply to distract him, and if they get to him, they will simply prevent him from escaping until one of you arrives. Balloon boy, however, is somewhat different. His job is to deal with the flashlight that has been bothering a certain fox." My ears perked up at the mention of this.

"What's he going to do?" I asked, curious of how well the short little robot boy would help me.

"His small size allows him to sneak into the room rather stealthily, and snatch the flashlight." The puppet answered. That seemed like it would help quite a bit. With all the help we were getting, it seemed like it would be physically impossible to fail. But, unfortunately, every plan has its faults.

"This may seem to you like a foolproof plan. Unfortunately, it isn't." Everyone snapped back into focus when Marionette said that. What was wrong with such a great plan?

"These animatronics have the same problem you do." It said, looking at the others.

"They will not be able to see the man if he has his mask on, unless they are already in the room." Ok, that sounded like a massive downside. I guess this wasn't going to be as easy as we had hoped. That reminded me, how exactly was that guy able to hide from the others and not me? Maybe Marionette had the answer.

"How is he able to even hide inside that mask, anyway?" I asked, raising my hook arm to get Marionette's attention.

"Yeah, it's bugging me that we came so close to getting him." Trevor added, followed by the agreements of Katelyn and Eric.

"Do you children remember when the police came, and the building was temporarily shut down?" Marionette asked. We all remembered it well, it was during that time that the mechanics and cleaners came to get rid of our bodies and tweak some of the other guys' parts. Everyone nodded, to answer the puppet's question.

"Well, the mechanics did something during that time. They changed your visuals, to make it impossible to see someone wearing the mask. This was also done to the new robots as well. They did this to protect against later… erm… attacks."

"That doesn't explain why I can still see him." I said, crossing my arms in a disappointed manner.

"They're scared of you, that's why." Marionette replied. Wait, they're actually scared of me? Did I frighten them that much? Then again, I did come close to killing someone…

"Your model was always a bit twitchy. The mechanics were too frightened to get close to you, so they decided not to even mess with you. They trusted that the flashlight would help." It actually felt pretty good that the mechanics were scared of me. That was something I had on my side.

With that, Marionette stepped back over towards the door. Shooing with its fingers, the other animatronics dispersed. Turning its head back around to give us one last look, the puppet uttered one last speech.

"The night is fading, children. If you want to get your revenge, I'd recommend starting sometime rather quickly. Remember, coordinate your efforts. Work as a team, because that's what you are. You are a band of friends, working together for the extent purpose of saving lives. You are the Fazbear Gang. You'd better get to work." With a final smile, the Marionette walked out into the dark hallway. We were alone with ourselves again. A quick glance at the clock on the wall read 12:14. Finally, the night had begun. Time to go hunting.

The sounds of clanking feet echoed throughout the entire building. A combined total of 10 animatronics roamed, each seeking out the same thing; revenge. Some roamed around on the ceiling, some creeped through the vents, and one in particular stood at the end of the hallway. I couldn't just rush in, that never worked. I had to time it perfectly. The best thing I could do was wait for a time when he was distracted, or wait for my helper to grab that flashlight. The last I had seen the little thing, It was in one of the party rooms. The mangle of wreckage was on the other side of the doorway, hanging comfortably from the ceiling. Mangle… hm… that seemed like a fitting name.

"Hello there, Mangle." I muttered to myself jokingly. The broken Vixen turned its head towards me, and seemed to force a smile.

"Hello, and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! I hope yo-"

"Shh!" I silenced the animatronic. I guess I had better keep my thoughts to myself from now on. A quick look down the hallway revealed my target, with the mask on his head. As I peeked in, he turned on his flashlight. I squinted enough to see the man look my direction, and raise his middle finger.

"Screw you, Foxy!" He yelled down the hallway. I hated that guy so much, at least he would be gone soon enough. Ducking back into cover, I noticed Mangle had gotten quite a bit closer to me. She looked through the hallway too, slowly crawling along the ceiling into one of the party rooms. And to think that thing was supposed to replace me.

I waited patiently at my position for hours. Every now and then I would try to make a run for it, only to get stopped at the end of the hallway and turn back. I was able to witness some close calls, even Balloon Boy almost made it to the flashlight. But no, that cursed mask stopped every attack. Nobody could get through to him, and basically the entire night was wasted. Finally, it all came to an end. The clock passed all the way from 12:14 to 6:00 faster than we wanted, and the lights automatically came back on. We knew that the rest of the staff would arrive shortly, and we were running out of time to get back to our places. We had to stop. Once again, that vile man had managed to escape vengeance. It didn't matter to us, though. He was only delaying the inevitable. All things must come to an end.

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